I get stuck on fences and won’t come down and then when I’m saved I like to molest your sweatshirt so you can’t sleep .
this is what heterophobia would look like if it was real. if you believe that heterophobia is a real thing that exists, please watch this because you will see that it simply doesn’t exist, that it never has and never will.
tbh I think everyone should watch this anyway because it’s very clever and very powerful
It’s been a few years since this post originated, but I was doing an assignment today about HIV/AIDS, and just wanted to say this is the type of person who is inspiring for a movement towards further research and education. I may not be a celebrity , but I hope to be an inspiration for research on developmental disabilities with my pursuing of a doctoral degree and being an advocate for organizations. I begin in August 2013, and I am so thrilled to have an opportunity.
20 years ago Monday, Magic Johnson told the world he had HIV. At the time, the disease had an expiration date — one that millions of people have died fighting. Johnson, however, has managed to beat the odds, thanks to medical breakthroughs. Not that it was an easy announcement at the time — even for a man of his celebrity and good-guy stature, it required some walking on eggshells. ”I knew I was going to suffer,” he says. “But if this could help someone else who was suffering, then I would do it.” But in the end, Johnson’s reputation won out, allowing him to use his celebrity to encourage funding for research into stopping the disease for everyone — not just him. The L.A. Times has a couple of great stories up about Magic. Read them both. They’re worth it.
Guitar case so comfy 😺🎸
Louis Wain’s cats as he progressed into schizophrenia.
Louis Wain could have seriously been a Batman villain. A successful English artist he began to paint exclusively cats after extensively painting his dying wife’s cat. He then made a living on children’s books and illustrations of anthropomorphic cats often parodying everyday life. After about 30 years he began to suffer from schizophrenia, theorized to be precipitated by toxoplasmosis, a parasitic infection that can be contracted from cats. After he became too paranoid and violent for his sisters to care for, he was institutionalized at the relatively pleasant Napsbury Hospital , with a garden and colony of cats. Over the next 15 years, he continued to paint cats in increasingly psychedelic depictions.
This is honestly really sad and scary IMO.