"They tend to marginalize the group that is being targeted and inflame people’s passions in a way that is at best divisive and at worst terribly cruel,” said Jennifer C. Pizer, marriage project director for Lambda Legal, a national advocacy group. “Our founders did not intend to allow a majority to take basic rights from a minority."
— uh, yes, the Founders did. hence the continuing impossiblity of trying to work for “equality” through liberal legislative measures… via the NY Times]

“Where the Dirty Hipsters Are” - LOL

ewwwitzjojo: Atang: A ceremonial act usually done by the Ylokanos (Ilokanos/Ilocanos) during high holy days such as Palm Sunday, Lent, Easter season, and Christmas season in the Roman Catholic tradition, during All Saint’s & All Souls Day, or during the anniversary of the departed. It is a tradition where it is believed to offer food & drink to the dead as well as flowers and candles. Other ethnic groups in the Philippines have a similar if not the same tradition regardless of religious affiliation. (this is the Atang in my family’s altar/shrine to mark the 1st of the 3 days celebrating the dead) This is beautiful, Jojo. Happy All Soul’s Day, kababayan.

ewwwitzjojo:

Atang: A ceremonial act usually done by the Ylokanos (Ilokanos/Ilocanos) during high holy days such as Palm Sunday, Lent, Easter season, and Christmas season in the Roman Catholic tradition, during All Saint’s & All Souls Day, or during the anniversary of the departed. It is a tradition where it is believed to offer food & drink to the dead as well as flowers and candles. Other ethnic groups in the Philippines have a similar if not the same tradition regardless of religious affiliation.

(this is the Atang in my family’s altar/shrine to mark the 1st of the 3 days celebrating the dead)

This is beautiful, Jojo. Happy All Soul’s Day, kababayan.

I have no Halloween hangover

thedirtycanuck:

ohhleary:

My secret: an everything bagel and a bottle of gatorade before bed. Worked like a charm.

Or maybe I just didn’t drink as much as everyone else did. Either way, I win.

a buddy of mine in undergrad had a habit of intentionally unintentionally getting drunk at parties (i.e. he would drive us there and then get drunk and then claim he couldn’t drive home, even though he knew the whole time that i knew he would get drunk and therefore, wouldn’t drink so i could drive us home in his car).

anyway, the last stop on the drive home was always the Tim Hortons in our neighbourhood. his order was always the same: an everything bagel with garlic cream cheese and one chocolate chip muffin. worked like a charm.

Ah, the everything bagel. That was my standby in undergrad- Columbia Hot Bagels FTW. Now that bagel shop is gone and I don’t live in the city… Carne asada fries it is. Saved my ass last night, that’s for damn sure.

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Why has the idea of marriage recently become so persistently linked to the idea of LGBT equality? The mainstream and, let’s face it, largely white, gay movement tends primarily to face black and other communities of color only when it wants something, or to point to these communities as a problem.

For these reasons, the queer kids’ call for queer solidarity and reciprocity with communities of color is especially important. It would allow us to unearth not only histories of competition but also, and just as importantly, histories of collaboration. Let’s not forget Huey Newton’s call, back in 1970, for Panther solidarity with the then emerging gay liberation movement. But let’s not also forget that the fact that Huey paid dearly for that statement means we all have a long way to go, and a lot of work to do in beginning to grasp each other’s struggles.

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— good followup to the Queer Kids of Queer Parents Against Gay Marriage statement. Isn’t my BFF so smart?
strippers, Newt, and pitbulls, oh my. [via ohmidog]

strippers, Newt, and pitbulls, oh my. [via ohmidog]

pinoytumblr: peepaubau:ganunba:(via: Someone’s Facebook) Nanay Darnesia, you’re so fine. *bites lips* Damn, I shoulda been Darna for Halloween.

pinoytumblr:

peepaubau:ganunba:(via: Someone’s Facebook) Nanay Darnesia, you’re so fine. *bites lips*

Damn, I shoulda been Darna for Halloween.

"Oppression is a trauma that does not have to come from one major event, but from many happenings in your life, over the years. That you have this anger and don’t even know exactly which parts of your life it comes from. I think that one of the most significant aspects of the narrative of the oppressor as rational and the oppressed as emotional is this almost conscious hostility to trauma. It is a normal response to oppressive conversations, that we should panic, or yell, or cry. It’s normal to be emotional because the conversation brings up those memories and feelings that make you want to scream. The insistence on rational argumentation, data and statistics, civility etc is so perfect for forbidding the expression of trauma that it might as well have been designed for it."
— Oppression is a Trauma: Beyond Rape « Reconcile (via guerrillamamamedicine) (via materialworld) (via igather)
fuckyeahbostonterriers: Cassie Photo by Jessie Barber

fuckyeahbostonterriers:

Cassie

Photo by Jessie Barber

The Brown Man's Burden

igather:

Pile on the brown man’s burden
To gratify your greed;
Go, clear away the “niggers”
Who progress would impede;
Be very stern, for truly
‘Tis useless to be mild
With new-caught, sullen peoples,
Half devil and half child.

Pile on the brown man’s burden;
And, if ye rouse his hate,
Meet his old-fashioned reasons
With Maxims up to date.
With shells and dumdum bullets
A hundred times made plain
The brown man’s loss must ever
Imply the white man’s gain.

Pile on the brown man’s burden,
compel him to be free;
Let all your manifestoes
Reek with philanthropy.
And if with heathen folly
He dares your will dispute,
Then, in the name of freedom,
Don’t hesitate to shoot.

Pile on the brown man’s burden,
And if his cry be sore,
That surely need not irk you—
Ye’ve driven slaves before.
Seize on his ports and pastures,
The fields his people tread;
Go make from them your living,
And mark them with his dead.

Pile on the brown man’s burden,
Nor do not deem it hard
If you should earn the rancor
Of those ye yearn to guard.
The screaming of your Eagle
Will drown the victim’s sob—
Go on through fire and slaughter.
There’s dollars in the job.

Pile on the brown man’s burden,
And through the world proclaim
That ye are Freedom’s agent—
There’s no more paying game!
And, should your own past history
Straight in your teeth be thrown,
Retort that independence
Is good for whites alone.

Pile on the brown man’s burden,
With equity have done;
Weak, antiquated scruples
Their squeamish course have run,
And, though ‘tis freedom’s banner
You’re waving in the van,
Reserve for home consumption
The sacred “rights of man”!

And if by chance ye falter,
Or lag along the course,
If, as the blood flows freely,
Ye feel some slight remorse,
Hie ye to Rudyard Kipling,
Imperialism’s prop,
And bid him, for your comfort,
Turn on his jingo stop.

Henry Labouchere, Truth (London); reprinted in Literary Digest 18 (Feb. 25, 1899).
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