ia-ashcroft:

thegestianpoet:

agarthanguide:

thegestianpoet:

thegestianpoet:

WHERE are the lesbian mountain women 

in the mountains. fuck. of course theyre in the mountains. i fucked this post up

I drew the lesbian mountain women i didn’t know how else to comfort you.

oh my god… they are so beautiful. i love your art style so much !! bless u

Ok, so, story time. I grew up in a tiny town in the middle of the Rockies, at about 9000 feet above sea level. By tiny, I mean there were a little over 50 people directly within the town limits. We had no sidewalks. There were more people in the 20ish mile outskirts, I guess, and we usually counted them as ‘residents’ because that’s just what you do when your nearest neighbor is 7 miles away.

Now, funny thing – there were men that lived here, but comparatively fewer than what I later learned was ‘average’. For six years, I had a near complete cast of all-women mentors and teachers. They were hardy ranchers who cared for massive herds of horses, muscled elderly types who built their entire homes themselves out of recycled tires, kindly schoolteachers who regularly hiked to the streams and lakes to teach us how measure PH or how to notice bear signs in addition to our geography and math.

Later, long after my family moved away, I learned that in the Rockies, there are in fact pockets of lesbians who live in the mountains, and yes, my town was one of those places. I remembered the firm way they would tell me that I needed to be myself no matter what. I remembered the affectionate glances some of them shared. And I was utterly baffled when I learned that not every place on the planet would have seen these women as brilliant and powerful people who could make a life in the mountains paradise.

So just in case anyone was hoping this lovely situation is real – yes, it is. Lesbian mountain women helped raise me. Imagine them under the brilliant stars and the silence of nature, building their lives alongside the wild pines, happy, thriving, and teaching others to do the same. I will refrain from naming the town because I suspect the residents go there for peace and quiet, and would rather not be outed to Tumblr. But my love to them from afar – they would adore this artwork.

glumshoe:

the six types of gay songs

  1. the song is explicitly about romantic love between two people of the same gender
  2. the song does not contain explicitly gay lyrics, but is performed by a gay artist
  3. the song is not sung by a gay artist, but the singer is of the same gender as the subject of the song and does not change the pronouns
  4. the song is supposed to be about straight people but if you squint, the narrator is clearly in love with Jolene herself, come on
  5. the song itself is ambiguous but the music video was extremely homoerotic
  6. neither the lyrics nor the singer are gay but like, it’s just really catchy…

bookofandrew:

In the midst of all this negativity I’m feeling, I just remembered that yesterday a group of 13 year old boys tried to sale me a huge ass tree branch covered in flowers and when I declined one of the boys leaned over to his friend and whispered “but I thought gay guys loved plants? Did you lie to me Danny?” And that is probably one of the funniest interactions I have ever been a part of