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    glumshoe:

    glumshoe:

    glumshoe:

    dadrielle:

    I saw a sad facebook post from the gay bookstore back in Ann Arbor where I used to live about how they hadn’t sold any books that day so I went on their online store and bought a couple, and while you don’t get #deals like elsewhere online, I’d love it if y’all would consider buying your next gay book from them instead of like, Amazon.

    Common Language is a great bookstore and while I’ve only been there once, I follow it on Instagram and really want to see it succeed!

    Their most recent Facebook post (~9:30 PM, April 18):

    A little update:

    At last count we had 211 online orders over the last couple of days. We generally have a handful of online orders PER MONTH. And many days our in store sales are 3-5 books. In other words, this deluge is significantly more than we sell in a month. We are literally brought to tears by this outpouring.

    About 80% of them have already been fulfilled and are on their way to you.

    The other 20% require special attention (out of print book, book temporarily out of stock, etc.) or we need to pull together books from various sources. Some of you will be getting emails from me!

    Our staff is three people and one dog. And while the dog is, perhaps, the world’s sweetest dog, he’s not much help in this task. The lack of opposable thumbs is a big hindrance to many bookstore tasks.

    Mind you, we are not complaining. Having a surge which overwhelms our current resources is a great problem to have. Heartfelt thanks.

    As I take a short break from fulfilling orders I wanted to share a few thoughts.

    This is transformative.

    We will be able to pay some bills which will steady the ship for a longer voyage. In our wildest dreams this surge would continue, we’d hire more people to handle the load, and the world would have a thriving honest-to-god queer bookstore.

    But even if it doesn’t continue at this truly astonishing rate, having a regular flow on online orders would give the store a level of security we haven’t seen in a long time.

    All of you did this. You made it happen. And you can be a part of making that dream come true. In fact, you can be the most important part of making that dream come true. You can be an ambassador.

    It was, after all, an ambassador who made this happen.

    When a friend talks about getting a book, steer them to us. Our mission is to create a safe space for LGBT people, a resource for a community, a place of equality for women, a place where black lives truly matter, a place where your gender is what you say it is, not what anyone else says it is.

    If this is your mission as well, join us.

    theotherrulerofallpotatos:

    oylmpians:

    oylmpians:

    yeah hey @ Persephone can you pls stop messing with your boy toy and come back I need spring

    i love the tags on this because there’s only two responses:

    1. “leave her alone, she waited all year to get dicked down”

    2. “draG HER SIS. WE NEED TO ESCAPE THIS SNOWY HELL”

    Okay but it’s not Persephone doing this. Let’s all start putting the blame where it belongs. Demeter, your daughter is a grown woman. Get your shit together.

    pervocracy:

    There’s a little rat inside your head.

    This rat doesn’t know anything, but it knows that sometimes snacks fall into its cage, and sometimes the floor shocks its feet.  It likes the snacks, and it hates the shocks.  It will tell you to do things that produce snacks, and it will tell you not to do things that produce shocks.

    This little rat is not the only power inside your head, and it might not be the strongest, but it’s there and it has influence.

    So pay attention to how you’re treating the little rat.

    If every time you learn something new, you say to yourself “ugh, I’m so ignorant for not already knowing this,” you’re shocking the rat.  You’re teaching it to be afraid of learning new things, to associate it with embarrassment and self-criticism.

    Remember to feed the rat instead.  Tell it “now I know, and that is good,” and let it eat its snack in peace.

    If every time you take care of yourself and your home, you say to yourself “ugh, I never do this enough, and I’ll never get it right,” you’re shocking the rat.  You’re teaching the rat that it was safer when you didn’t try to take care of things.

    Feed the rat instead.  Praise what you have done, forgive what you haven’t, so the rat can feel safe.

    When the rat takes a step in the right direction, even if the step is too small or slow or not in quite the right direction, feed it.  Don’t shock it for being imperfect; it’ll only learn not to take any steps at all.  Feed it, and let it get bolder, and take bigger steps, and give it bigger rewards for those bigger steps.

    Be kind to your little rat.

    glumshoe:

    absolutebeginnerlondoner:

    glumshoe:

    Really, detective? A strawberry daiquiri? Well, you must be secure in your sexuality.” She grinned unpleasantly.

    Very secure,” he said, looking her up and down with his one good eye. “I’m about as gay as an Easter daffodil.”

    Why does he have only one good eye? What is the story behind that?

    His other eye is chaotic neutral.

    marauders4evr:

    The thing that abled people who advocate for the disabled community don’t get is that there are times when disabilities/accommodations clash. Horribly.

    Like I spent years having to come up with a solution to get therapy dogs into a series of residence halls. Why years? Because we had to decide who got to stay and who got to leave: the people who needed therapy dogs or the people with severe allergies to animals. Who got the alternative housing? 

    Things like fidget toys might seem great for some disabled people but having them in the room could be distracting/overstimulating for others. The same goes with stimming. It can’t be helped but neither can the anxiety that another person in the room feels as they watch/hear it. Additionally, something like a weighted blanket might immediately calm one kid down and send the other one into a panic attack due to the claustrophobia it causes. (*Points to myself*)

    Every Metro bus in New York City has a series of seats at the front that can be lifted up to accommodate people in wheelchairs but if I’m in one of those spots then someone with a cane/walker has to journey even further to sit down.

    The flashing lights of a fire alarm are there to help deaf/hearing impaired but if they’re not properly timed, they can also cause a person to have a seizure.

    The worst part about all of these is that there is rarely a concrete solution that makes everyone happy/safe. And I’m not here to offer any because I don’t know them. I’m just here to remind you all that as you’re taking your education/health classes, as you’re reading your textbooks, as you’re preparing to go be an advocate, just remember that there is rarely ever such a thing as a one-size-fits-all solution to advocacy and that something you do that can help one disabled person might actually hinder another.

    Food for thought.