Druggin' and hatin' and walkin' with Satan

loonaliix:

amen sister

christiannightmares:

House across the street from Westboro Baptist Church is getting a rainbow pride paint job (To read the story, visit Gawker; For a related video, click here http://christiannightmares.tumblr.com/post/44075990079/comedian-brick-stone-toys-with-westboro-baptist)

christiannightmares:

House across the street from Westboro Baptist Church is getting a rainbow pride paint job (To read the story, visit Gawker; For a related video, click here http://christiannightmares.tumblr.com/post/44075990079/comedian-brick-stone-toys-with-westboro-baptist)

fierceperation:

By the time the band (Reagan Youth) broke up David had developed a serious heroin addiction. He was also dealing drugs. In a drug deal gone bad, another drug dealer violently beat up David with a baseball bat, leaving him in a coma. After receiving a lobotomy to save his life, David had permanent stitches around his forehead from ear to ear, and his eyelid was “swollen so much it reached all the way down to his upper lip.” When he got out of the hospital, he returned to his parents’ home. There, he continued to use drugs, smoking marijuana in his bedroom as his parents tried to help him recover. Eventually David left his parents’ home and moved back to the Lower East Side. By now, between the violent assault and his continued drug use, he was no longer an energetic anarchist but had become a bit disheveled and many of his friends from the punk scene no longer associated with him.
David began dating Tiffany Bresciani, a prostitute who worked on Houston Street and danced in strip clubs around the city. David had told his parents that she was a dancer. Tiffany supported the couple and their drug habit by turning tricks. David would often hang out on the street with Tiffany, waiting while she serviced a customer, and then going with her to score drugs.
On June 24, 1993, David and Tiffany were waiting on Allen Street when a familiar customer pulled up in a Mazda pick-up truck. Tiffany got in, telling David that she would return in twenty minutes. She never came back. David called the police with a description of the truck and went to the club where Tiffany danced and all the hospital emergency rooms in the city searching for Tiffany. A few days later, on June 28, New York state troopers Sean Ruane and Deborah Spaargaren were patrolling Long Island’s Southern State Parkway when they pulled over the truck and found Tiffany’s decaying body in the back after a high speed chase. They arrested the driver, Joel Rifkin, one of Long Island’s most infamous serial killers, who was later linked to killing numerous prostitutes.
Depressed and alone after the unexpected loss of his girlfriend, David headed into a downward spiral. Less than a week later, Rubinstein committed suicide by anti-depressant induced overdose on July 3, 1993.

fierceperation:

By the time the band (Reagan Youth) broke up David had developed a serious heroin addiction. He was also dealing drugs. In a drug deal gone bad, another drug dealer violently beat up David with a baseball bat, leaving him in a coma. After receiving a lobotomy to save his life, David had permanent stitches around his forehead from ear to ear, and his eyelid was “swollen so much it reached all the way down to his upper lip.” When he got out of the hospital, he returned to his parents’ home. There, he continued to use drugs, smoking marijuana in his bedroom as his parents tried to help him recover. Eventually David left his parents’ home and moved back to the Lower East Side. By now, between the violent assault and his continued drug use, he was no longer an energetic anarchist but had become a bit disheveled and many of his friends from the punk scene no longer associated with him.

David began dating Tiffany Bresciani, a prostitute who worked on Houston Street and danced in strip clubs around the city. David had told his parents that she was a dancer. Tiffany supported the couple and their drug habit by turning tricks. David would often hang out on the street with Tiffany, waiting while she serviced a customer, and then going with her to score drugs.

On June 24, 1993, David and Tiffany were waiting on Allen Street when a familiar customer pulled up in a Mazda pick-up truck. Tiffany got in, telling David that she would return in twenty minutes. She never came back. David called the police with a description of the truck and went to the club where Tiffany danced and all the hospital emergency rooms in the city searching for Tiffany. A few days later, on June 28, New York state troopers Sean Ruane and Deborah Spaargaren were patrolling Long Island’s Southern State Parkway when they pulled over the truck and found Tiffany’s decaying body in the back after a high speed chase. They arrested the driver, Joel Rifkin, one of Long Island’s most infamous serial killers, who was later linked to killing numerous prostitutes.

Depressed and alone after the unexpected loss of his girlfriend, David headed into a downward spiral. Less than a week later, Rubinstein committed suicide by anti-depressant induced overdose on July 3, 1993.

Queerness, to me, is about far more than homosexual attraction. It’s about a willingness to see all other taboos broken down. Sure, many of us start on this path when we first feel “same sex” or “same gender” attraction (though what is sex? And what is gender? And does anyone really have the same sex or gender as anyone else?). But queerness doesn’t stop there.
This is a somewhat controversial stance, but to me queer means something completely different than “gay” or “lesbian” or “bisexual.” A queer person is usually someone who has come to a non-binary view of gender, who recognizes the validity of all trans identities, and who, given this understanding of infinite gender possibilities, finds it hard to define their sexuality any longer in a gender-based way. Queer people understand and support non-monogamy even if they do not engage in it themselves. They can grok being asexual or aromantic. (What does sex have to do with love, or love with sex, necessarily?) A queer can view promiscuous (protected) public bathhouse sex with strangers and complete abstinence as equally healthy.
Queers understand that people have different relationships to their bodies. We get what it means to be stone. We know what body dysphoria is about. We understand that not everyone likes to get touched the same way or to get touched at all. We realize that people with disabilities may have different sexual needs, and that people with survivor histories often have sexual triggers. We can negotiate safe and creative ways to be intimate with people with HIV/AIDs and other STIs.
Queers understand the range of power and sensation and the diversity of sexual dynamics. We are tops and bottoms, doms and subs, sadists and masochists and sadomasochists, versatiles and switches. We know what we like and don’t like in bed.
We embrace a wide range of relationship types. We can be partners, lovers, friends with benefits, platonic sweethearts, chosen family. We can have very different dynamics with different people, often all at once. We don’t expect one person to be able to fulfill all our diverse needs, fantasies and ideals indefinitely.
Because our views on relationships, sex, gender, love, bodies, and family are so unconventional, we are of necessity anti-assimilationist. Because under the kyriarchy we suffer, and watch the people we love suffering, we are political. Because we want to survive, we fight. We only want the freedom to be ourselves, love ourselves, love each other, and live together. Because we are routinely denied that, we are pissed.
Queer doesn’t mean “don’t label me,” it means “I am naming myself.” It means “ask me more questions if you curious” and in the same breath means “fuck off.”