Some of these outfits are the raddest things I’ve ever seen.
Can we talk about the tights.
The existence of photos like these (and similar photos from the 70s and 80s and so on) makes me wonder yet again why current-day movies set in this time never seem to be able to get the hair and clothing right.
There is a current, ongoing HIV/AIDS crisis in gay black men.
Saying “well we survived Regan” and “well we survived Bush” is bullshit.
Maybe *you* survived, but *we* didn’t. Not all of us. Not enough of us.
Anyway please continue to be very loud about the fact that the AIDS epidemic isn’t over, that it’s disproportionately harmful to gay black men, and that the current administration is doing everything that it possibly can to ignore it.
“My father was a different person when he came home from Vietnam. He drank a lot. He was never around. So everything I learned about being a man, I learned from my grandfather, Daniel O’Connell Renehan. He also grew up without parents. When he was two years old, his mother died while cooking soup. The cauldron fell on her. So my grandfather spent his childhood in an orphanage. He never went to school, but he educated himself. He was a voracious reader. Eventually he became the treasurer of a bank on Park Avenue. He was in his late fifties when I was born. But he treated me like his son. We’d watch Notre Dame Football together. We’d go on long walks. We’d sit on an old covered swing for hours and he’d tell me stories about Irish kings. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for him. My mother did her best, but she was always at work, and there were too many wrong roads to take. So I’ve lived my life by his example. Being a father has always been the most important thing to me. I’ve got four kids of my own now. All of them turned out great, and one of them is named Daniel.”
This motherfucker survives a lightning strike and you have the gull to call them ugly?? If mother nature cant kill them what chance do you have when this mofo comes after you?!
Reblog Lightning Bison for protection from lightning.
“My kids are going to be shocked when they become adults and learn that I’ve basically been playing a character for their entire lives. All day long I have to pretend like I care about everything. I’m a laid back guy. I could actually care less if they make their beds. Or if they scratch the walls. But my character has expectations. He says what he means and he does what he says. My character hates video games. He barely allows them in the house. And he’ll banish them immediately when rules are broken. But I actually play Mario Kart all the time when they’re at school. Last week my character got really upset. He threatened to throw away candy if the kids didn’t stop wrestling. When the wrestling continued, he was forced to follow through. I really thought it was a safe move. It’d been so long since Halloween. I was sure there’d be nothing good left, maybe just some chalky wafer things. But the kid was saving the best stuff for last. It was brutal. Full sized candy bars. There were tears. I didn’t want to do it, but my character had to keep his word. Then later I fished them out of the trash and ate them all.”
