Partway through watching “Amok Time”, having explained it to my roommate as “Spock goes into heat and Kirk gets a titty window about it”

gonna be cringe for a sec, but writing gay star trek fanfiction feels like such a big deal to me. here i am, participating in a tradition dating back to the 60s. a tradition thats shaped millions of real lives and changed the way we engage with media forever.

the invention of fanfiction has resulted in friendships and marriages, people moving across the planet to meet likeminded individuals. the fabric of our world changed because of how hard people loved star trek, a show that very nearly did not happen.

i've never cared for my own family history or tradition very much, but feeling connected to those first fanfic writers through my own fic writing is so bizarrely wonderful.

i hope we keep writing gay star trek fanfiction long after we make our own trek through the stars.

SPOCK IN HEAT REAL??????????? NOT A FANMADE EXAGERATION?????????BIRDS AND BEES TALK WITH KIRK????????

hey gamers I’ve started watching star trek does anyone else see the romantic tension between captain kirk and mr. spock

watching the realization publicly dawn in real time in the comments is fucking amazing

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My cartoon gets posted every year about this time. May as well post it myself.

It’s that time of year to say no to the Salvation Army.

Never forget they let a Trans woman die instead of helping her.

Never forget they have tossed entire families on the street for having an LGBT child.

Never forget they tell non Christian families that unless they convert they will not help them.

Never forget that the Salvation Army is bigoted and hateful, many of the bell ringers routinely heckle and harass LGBT couples.

Annual reblog.

It’s time for my annual My Mom story.

My mom and grandma used to volunteer a lot for the local Salvation Army, mostly helping with their fabric sale. Mom mostly did it for something to do with grandma.

I held my tongue for awhile, but finally I said “Mom, the SA has some really problematic policies. I’m not telling you what to do, but you might want to look into it.”

She did.

Keep in mind my mom is a boomer white lady living in a modest Midwestern city.

She didn’t like the things she found out. She went directly to the leaders of their chapter and asked, “If a gay or trans person came to you for help, what would you do?”

They said: “We’d direct them to someone who could help them.”

Her: “But that’s supposed to be YOU.”

Them: “We’re not equipped to help them” (or some other vagueing bullshit)

My mom (aka not stupid): Fuck this shit, I’m out.

She resigned from the SA. A lot of her friends asked why. She told them why.

Over the next year, over sixty people left the local SA, citing their views on lgbtq people as the reason.

I was raised agnostic and tend to remain ambiguous on theological matters.

-but my house has a porch on the second story that affords me a terrific view of my neighborhood and the Colorado Front Range and I was partaking of some peace before the 4th Of July Finger-Loss Festivities begin, and I have had a

I just watched my neighbor try to unload an actual wooden pallet that had to have been forklifted into the back of his insecurity pickup worth of fireworks.

Except that he does not have a forklift in his garage.

He does have so much sports memorabilia and cardboard boxes of unsold MLM Merchandise and patriotically themed camping gear and posters of women in bikinis and flags of suspect political organizations in his garage that there is only BARELY enough space for the fireworks and certainly none for his truck.

So he had to unload the individual boxes of recreational explosives from the back of his truck and stack them in the minimal space he had cleared by hand. This is a tedious and time-consuming process as this neighbor has purchased a wide variety of recreational and locally illegal explosives instead of many of just a few types, so the individual boxes are rather small.

He begins, and this is crucial to what happens next, by cutting apart the industrial-grade saran wrap his explosives dealer had so carefully wrapped his merchandise in, and discarded it unsecured on his lawn.

Where Outdoor Conditions sometimes happen.

I LOVE being alive so I can be mediocre at SO many different hobbies

This. Is my pride and joy. A gift for my dad, who played Zork with me when I was a kid, and with his dad when he was a kid. I designed this pattern myself and had a great time puzzling out how to hide the glow in the dark letters!

Reblog if you Remember

A cat owner invited their neighbor over for dinner and introduced their four cats. “That’s Alogue, Aract, Erpillar, and Astrophe,” they announced. The neighbor was surprised and asked, Where on Earth did you get those names?

Oh, those are their last names, the owner said. Their first names are Cat.

It’s not a phase, Big Bird.

Woman in Flowered Bonnet (1850′s).

Daguerreotype by an unknown photographer.

Image and text courtesy The Met.

The young woman in this photograph looks exactly like my youngest daughter. It’s a little freaky.

Welp, the Missouri House of Legislatures just voted to defund public libraries.

I’m honestly shocked and dismayed and heartbroken.  Like, I knew things were bad, but I didn’t think it was this bad already.

I’m also quite frankly shocked at how small the state budget for libraries was in the first place ($4.5 million).  I’ve visited so many quality libraries all across Missouri that do so much for their communities.  When I was a social worker, the local library was always the first place I’d visit in the communities I worked in, because I knew they had good services to offer and could help me get connected to other local supports.  Like, even from just a heartless financial standpoint, I can guarantee public libraries are worth the money.

I’m just really sad right now.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, EWAN GORDON McGREGOR 🥳

31 March 1971 • Perth, Scotland

1:37 of Ewan McGregor laughing his fool head off.

Let your hearts be light today.