‘Slutty Strawberry’— my favorite flavor.

norsegays:

astrolope:

People being angry about ~dem gays~ on Target’s Facebook.

I just want to give my two cents on this and tell you a story.

A couple weeks ago, I was hired at Target. I have a job at Target. Not a big deal right?

It is a big deal because i’m a transman. 

It doesn’t take a genius to conclude that it’s hard for me, my brothers, and sisters to get a job. There are legal restraints regarding the job and if you don’t pass, it’s hard to be taken seriously at a job interview.

Right on the application, it asks what your preferred name is. It also asks if there is anything that target should know. I put the fact that I am a transman, expecting not to get a call because usually when you put that down, people will throw out the application. I got TWO interviews.

At the interview, they asked me about it. I told them I am on hormones and they told me that they didn’t care. Not in the sense that they don’t emotionally care, but that it didn’t matter. I was male and that’s all that mattered. They also told me that they give sex same couples benefits in states that do not recognize them as a married couple.

At my job orientation, I was not misgendered once. Even my supervisors who weren’t sure of my gender avoided pronoun use, which I found only happens when you’ve had pronoun training. They gave me a name tag with my preferred name and didn’t ask questions. I felt safe and respected, which is huge for a trans* person.

TLDR: Target is amazing not just for the LGB, but also the T. Shop there for the rest of your life.

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4.23.13: Talks like he’s on morning television.

5.2.13: Boring— until he unintentionally insulted me.

5.3.13: Pathological liar brought me flowers. Yay?

(Disclaimer: I realize I post a lot of downer things about my dating experiences here, but I try to turn it into a fun documentation of the things that happen while I’m out there meeting strangers. I’m sure I’m not everyone’s cup of tea, either, but I hope I get to read their humorous take on the same date somewhere else on the internet.)

Upon hearing about the tragedy at the Boston Marathon, I thought of my favorite author, Haruki Murakami, who writes about running it in his book, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running. I reread it last week, hoping that he would write another piece about the marathon, post-event. Here it is in this week’s New Yorker.

nprradiopictures:

Todd McLellan must have a lot of fun at his job.

How else to explain someone who meticulously dismantles, then painstakingly rearranges hundreds of tiny parts of machinery. And that’s before he throws everything into the air.

The Toronto-based commercial photographer was the kind of kid who always took things apart, including an entire 1985 Hyundai Pony in secondary school. He said that if an object interested him, it would soon be in pieces.

“I’ve always had a technical grounding trying to figure out how things work,” he said in a phone interview.

That fascination followed him into adulthood, when he decided to disassemble 50 design classics for his book Things Come Apart: A Teardown Manual for Modern Living. The objects range from modern “smart” technology to older things that he collected on the street and at thrift shops. He looked for objects that were outdated but still functioned.

“I remember thinking, ‘Wow, all this technology still works,’ ” he said.

To photograph the objects, he first tried conventional portraits but found the results “boring and stuffy.” Eventually he decided to take the objects completely apart and lay out all of the pieces on a white backdrop.

Things Come (Very, Very) Apart

Photo Credit: Todd McLellan/Courtesy of Thames & Hudson

nprfreshair:

Not to give our own dads an inferiority complex, but this dad illustrated his kid’s sandwiches for a year.

via This Is Colossal

I want to do this for my future child’s sandwiches. So. Bad.

jtotheizzoe:

How much do you think you know about science compared to the average Earthling? Take Pew Research Center’s 13 question Science and Technology Knowledge Quiz and see where you stack up.

Hopefully reading It’s Okay To Be Smart will help you all get 100%. How’d you do?

The electron question was tricky, I’ll admit. Size of the electron = The electron cloud? The apparent size of the atom? The atom, as it is defined by both the nucleus and the electron cloud? Volume? Mass? Turns out it wasn’t that complicated.

because i just recently came to the realization that— surprise!— high school reunions do not plan themselves [just like everyone was telling me but i refused to believe because i am a freaking idiot].

also, i was class president of my high school AND college class.

also, i would like to find a time machine so i can go back to 2002 and strangle myself before I could run for president(s). WHAT THE FRACK WAS I THINKING?!

Super Sad True Love Story by Gary Schteyngart: “In the future, we will still be miserable. “

The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion: “Horrible things happen to wonderful people. What the fuck, God?!”

not my type

weak chin

not enough hair

not smiling at all

too much hair

put a shirt on!

too much face

sorry, not tall enough

oooh… maybeeee…

not enough face

meathead

comb yo’ beard!

obnoxious facial expressions

too fratty

ugh button up your shirt, fabio

too square

scratches out his friends faces like an axe murderer

weak chin

pituitary tumor

meathead

mmm doesn’t tickle my bone

looks like my dad

what are you, sixteen?!

ugh, rollerblades

too much hair

weak chin

no thanks

ladies man, he thinks

boring

looks like you’ll hit me

weird uncle

cant see your face

crazy eyebrows

weak chin

i wish i were dead

i wish i were dead

i wish i were dead

life:

referring-m:

HORACE THE HOUSEBROKEN HARE

 

Adorable. See more here.

(Carl Mydans—Time & Life Pictures/Getty Images)

Cockasaurus, you’re alright.

nprfreshair:

If you like whisky and you like art, you might also like whisky art.

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