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gaywrites:

Uganda held an invite-only Pride parade this weekend, the first since the Anti-Homosexuality Act was overturned. Being gay is still illegal in Uganda, but it is no longer illegal to “promote homosexuality” by associating with other LGBT people or being “gay in public.” Police gave their permission for the event, and there were no protesters. Small steps, huge impact. (via BuzzFeed)

In case y’all missed it…

Burger King Proud Whopper

Just for the San Francisco Gay Pride 2014, Burger King introduced a new burger: the Proud Whopper. What made this burger different? People were surprised, delighted and even a little shocked to find out. Watch the Proud Whopper unwrap for the big reveal.

#BeYourWay #ProudWhopper
http://www.bk.com

The Proud Whopper Sandwich was sold for a very limited time at the store located at 1200 Market Street in San Francisco, CA.

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Some of the outright hatred seen in this video is almost comical. I guess people need something to hate so they can feel better about themselves. :\

…and yeah, the idea is pretty awesome. I’d buy a Proud Whopper. :)

fadedwindsxo:

This is really important. 

#WeAreYou

"We believe that our humanity defines us, not who we love, or what gender we are. We believe that the United States has a duty to uphold the words in the Declaration of Independence - "We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal…", but it’s not doing that.

iO Tillett Wright is traveling the country, photographing 10,000 people who identify as ANYWHERE on the LGBTQ spectrum (even 1% gay is enough to get you fired in 29 States). When she has 10,000 portraits, she and her team will take them to the National Mall, in front of the Washington Monument, and stage a march on Washington. This is the SELF EVIDENT TRUTHS Project.

In response to the avalanche of bigotry and misinformation about LGBTQ people, the Self Evident team created the WE ARE YOU campaign - a simple message of love and support. Wear the shirt, put up the sticker, wear the bag, HASHTAG #WEAREYOU, and let it be known that you demand that all humans be treated equally.

GET INVOLVED TODAY AT: WWW.SELFEVIDENTPROJECT.COM

BUY THE SHIRT HERE - selfevidentproject.com/store/

godzillacat:

silohouettes:

This is actually disgusting. Forcing a child who doesn’t know any better to do something just because you believe in it. No child should be made to wear Crocs in public please stop this.

I was about to get angry

Me too. lolz :P

godzillacat:

silohouettes:

This is actually disgusting. Forcing a child who doesn’t know any better to do something just because you believe in it. No child should be made to wear Crocs in public please stop this.

I was about to get angry


Me too. lolz :P

(Source: hugeowleyes)

So, we just started watching Orange is the New Black on Netflix. It is really, really good.

I’ve loved Lea DeLaria for so long. So glad she’s finding a resurgence of fame. :)

How does Lea feel about her newfound fame in the digital age?

On this edition of “Let’s Get Busy Talking”, Xorje Olivares examines the portrayals of LGBT people in both scripted and unscripted programming through the eyes of openly gay individuals. We will also try and determine notable distinctions between traditional mediums such as television and the rise of online media outlets that provide the same inclusive content. ‘Let’s Get Busy Talking’ with award-winning actors like Dan Bucatinsky of ‘Scandal’ and Lea DeLaria of ‘Orange is the New Black.’

SiriusXM OutQ is news, information, and entertainment for the Gay and Lesbian community. For more information, go to www.siriusxm.com/outq .

Phoenix LGBT flash mob silences bigoted preachers with “Born This Way”

"At Phoenix Pride 2012, a group of bigoted preachers who attend LGBT pride celebrations in many states, heckled folks leaving the pride parade. One hurled particularly vile, un-Christian insults at the crowd, causing emotions to run high. Then a flash mob, led by Queen B, demonstrated what true Christian love was about by performing "Born This Way" to the cheers of the crowd - and silencing the hate speech of the preachers.” - MrVidCam

Mutt and Jeff: A Coming Out Story
I Love coming out stories. This one is a good one. :) - ADignorantium

By tiffanyrazzano onJune 27, 2014
“You two look like Mutt and Jeff.”
I imagine this is the first thing my grandmother would say if she were still alive and got to meet my girlfriend, Julie.
Mutt and Jeff, published in the early 1900s, is regarded as the first popular daily comic strip. It featured a pair of mismatched friends and working class everymen. The duo — Mutt, tall and gangly, and Jeff, short and stubby — was a precursor to Laurel and Hardy, and the height discrepancy was both amusing and exacerbated when the pair stood side by side.
My grandmother would bring up Mutt and Jeff whenever she met one of my taller friends. Since I’m barely pushing five feet, and even lied to the DMV about my stature, this was just about everyone I knew. So I heard the Mutt and Jeff line often growing up.
Tall, blonde and beautiful, when she wears heels – and she often does, given the nature of her job as a ballroom dance instructor – I come right up to Julie’s breast line. It’s not a bad place to be, so I’m not complaining. When not in heels, she’s still a head taller than I am, and I’m able to easily nuzzle my face into her neck when she puts her arms around me. Again, I’m not complaining. But Julie says that I’m bad for her posture.
My grandmother never got to meet Julie. She never got to meet anyone I’ve dated.
When I first came out to my parents at 18, my mother suggested I not tell my grandparents.
So I didn’t.
Even after my grandmother offered sage advice about how I should marry a rich man. Even after I gushed to her about whomever my current “best friend” was. Even after she saw the pictures of the woefully small one-bedroom basement apartment I moved into with one of these “best friends” when I was 23.
The irony is, my grandparents encouraged my weekly attendance at Sunday mass and helped fund my Catholic school education.
An all-girls Catholic school education. Lesbian breeding ground.
A small school of about 200 students, my high school was set in a gorgeous, rambling old hotel, with winding underground tunnels and a bell tower, on a bucolic 200-acre campus cloistered from the outside, rundown ghetto by a quaint stone wall. All the girls, even the straight ones, dated girls.
It was like lesbian Harry Potter, minus the wizardry and charming accents.

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Mutt and Jeff: A Coming Out Story

  • I Love coming out stories. This one is a good one. :) - ADignorantium

“You two look like Mutt and Jeff.”

I imagine this is the first thing my grandmother would say if she were still alive and got to meet my girlfriend, Julie.

Mutt and Jeff, published in the early 1900s, is regarded as the first popular daily comic strip. It featured a pair of mismatched friends and working class everymen. The duo — Mutt, tall and gangly, and Jeff, short and stubby — was a precursor to Laurel and Hardy, and the height discrepancy was both amusing and exacerbated when the pair stood side by side.

My grandmother would bring up Mutt and Jeff whenever she met one of my taller friends. Since I’m barely pushing five feet, and even lied to the DMV about my stature, this was just about everyone I knew. So I heard the Mutt and Jeff line often growing up.

Tall, blonde and beautiful, when she wears heels – and she often does, given the nature of her job as a ballroom dance instructor – I come right up to Julie’s breast line. It’s not a bad place to be, so I’m not complaining. When not in heels, she’s still a head taller than I am, and I’m able to easily nuzzle my face into her neck when she puts her arms around me. Again, I’m not complaining. But Julie says that I’m bad for her posture.

My grandmother never got to meet Julie. She never got to meet anyone I’ve dated.

When I first came out to my parents at 18, my mother suggested I not tell my grandparents.

So I didn’t.

Even after my grandmother offered sage advice about how I should marry a rich man. Even after I gushed to her about whomever my current “best friend” was. Even after she saw the pictures of the woefully small one-bedroom basement apartment I moved into with one of these “best friends” when I was 23.

The irony is, my grandparents encouraged my weekly attendance at Sunday mass and helped fund my Catholic school education.

An all-girls Catholic school education. Lesbian breeding ground.

A small school of about 200 students, my high school was set in a gorgeous, rambling old hotel, with winding underground tunnels and a bell tower, on a bucolic 200-acre campus cloistered from the outside, rundown ghetto by a quaint stone wall. All the girls, even the straight ones, dated girls.

It was like lesbian Harry Potter, minus the wizardry and charming accents.

read more