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poppy-the-knight:

sourcedumal:

I Love My Boo campaign features real young men of color loving each other passionately. Rather than sexualizing gay relationships, this campaign models caring, and highlights the importance of us taking care of each other. Featured throughout New York City, I Love My Boo directly challenges homophobia and encourages all who come across it to critically rethink our notion of love.

GMHC is the world’s first and leading provider of HIV/AIDS prevention, care and advocacy. Building on decades of dedication and expertise, we understand the reality of HIV/AIDS and empower a healthy life for all. GMHC fights to end the AIDS epidemic and uplift the lives of all affected.

this is fucking adorable

SPREAD THESE IMAGES LIKE WILDFIRE PRECISELY BECAUSE THEY FUCK UP THE MISGUIDED STEREOTYPES WE ALL ARE USED TO SEEING.

rocksnob:

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rocksnob:

On the left is Richie, my fiancé, about a year and a half into our relationship and pre-t. He had come out as trans to me about a few months prior to that. On the right is Richie 4 years later and almost 3 years on testosterone. We’ve been together almost 5 years now and his birthday is coming up.

I created a secret top surgery fund for him in hopes to surprise him for his birthday on August 30th. I’m not at all expecting $5000 to be raised by then, in fact, I don’t have any kind of expectation towards the amount raised before his birthday. I just wanted to get this started for him as a surprise to remind him that there are so many people that love him and support him and are wishing him a happy birthday and I know any amount donated would be the best birthday surprise he could ever receive.

Right now, Richie doesn’t believe that top surgery will ever be a reality for him and I want to change that incredibly dangerous mind set. A whopping 41% of trans* people attempt suicide. Richie’s dysphoria, negativity and hopelessness has been growing at an alarming rate. I want to do everything I can to prevent and/or limit the amount of pain he has to deal with on a daily basis. Top surgery would undoubtably eliminate a big chunk of it.

Richie has been medically transitioning for almost 3 years. He has identified as trans for about 4 years. In that time, he has seen so many of his friends within the community get top surgery and it has been a silent struggle for him. He has become more reclusive, isolated and depressed. I don’t want Richie to ever feel inhibited by his body and/or isolated because of it. This year for his birthday, I want him to truly believe that top surgery is entirely possible for him and unquestionably going to happen in the near future. I can’t do that alone, so I’m reaching out to his family, friends, my followers on tumblr, as well as any kind strangers who may know what it feels like to deal with dysphoria or just want to help out an amazing guy who has done so much for others. I honestly can’t imagine anything better than knowing that we all helped make it possible for him to live happily, authentically and without fear or insecurity of his identity, by contributing to the single most liberating and defining moment in his life. I know top surgery will change his life forever and I know that it is something that will give him back that contagious spark and thirst for life that he used to have and remind him that he once thought the world was beautiful and it still is.

Please spread the word by reblogging and if you’re capable of donating anything, you have no idea how much it is appreciated. No amount is too little so please do not feel embarrassed if you can only donate a dollar or two, I’m still just as humbled by your generosity.

For those of you who have already donated and/or have been reblogging and sharing this with your followers or friends, I am forever indebted to you all.

The link to donate:
http://www.gofundme.com/topsecrettopsurgery

I will not stop reblogging this until he doesn’t ever have to worry about wearing a binder for 12+ hours a day and come home with bruises on his back, or be afraid that someone will see the outline of his binder through his shirt and be outed, or doesn’t have to close his eyes whenever he takes a shower because the sight of his chest right now makes him feel further disconnected from his body. This is no way to live and as his partner, I can’t sit idly by and allow him to continue half-living like this.

I’ve gotten in touch with Rodeoh.com, thanks to an amazing follower Stefanie. They have agreed to offer a $25 gift certificate to all contributors of $100 or more!!

If you haven’t, check out the website, there are so many great products from rodeoh and hopefully this will encourage more people to donate for a great cause!

SIGNAL BOOST. Let’s keep this going! I’ve seen pictures of random pretty girls get hundreds of thousands of reblogs and likes. Let’s like and reblog something that will potentially change someone’s life forever. You can make an impact that significant and powerful in a strangers life, it’s your choice and you can make that choice right now by reblogging the hell out if this.

I know we still have a month left but there’s still a long long ways to go. We need to raise $3266 in the next 30 days, guys! That’s about $108 a day. I know it’s an ambitious goal but if you can spare $5, please please do. I can’t stress how much every little donation counts and adds up. If everyone who reblogged or liked this was capable of donating a dollar, Richie’s top surgery goal would have been met by now.

Before you just hit the like and/or reblog button and move on, I urge you to seriously consider if you can spare a couple dollars. I would never ask for help if I didn’t need it. Right now, I need it more than ever.

yakfrost:

Help Me Stay in School!

Hey guys. I know you saw this post circulating around, but frankly it got too long and annoying to keep up with, so I’m making another post to update my situation.

Long story short: I’m a University student who just got accepted into a really good academic program and my father was responsible for paying off whatever tuition was left over after student loans. After finding out that I identified as something other than heterosexual, he was disgusted and refused to pay the rest of my tuition off. Put in simple terms, my father has stopped supporting me financially because I’m homosexual. More information about my school and my situation is at my gofundme here. (do not donate there though - more about that below)

The amount that I owed was $2,000, and I was absolutely devastated upon the news. I work 8 hours a week on minimum wage and no one in my family, including my mother, can support me due to their financial obligations. Please, please, please - if you could donate to my cause, that would mean the world to me. I’d be forever grateful for any amount donated, whatever the amount. If you cannot donate, please signal boost this. I find it difficult asking strangers for help, again, but at the moment I am desperate to continue working towards my dream and my goals.

Here’s the Update: So far I have received $600, thanks to the kind and generous people who have donated to me/commissioned me so far.It’s clearly progress but I still have a long way to go. UNFORTUNATELY,since my tuition is also past due, I also owed the university$600 more dollars since it was referred to collections.

So I still have $1800 to make. The deadline is the 16th of August. I have all of that to fork over within the next two weeks else my admission into the university will be terminated.

If you want to, I offer commissions here if you want artistic compensation. I would definitely prefer every donation to go from paypal from now on - do not use gofundme as I’ve lost $100+ doing this, they took away a huge chunk of money from me. Instead of donating to my gofundme, send any money you would like to offer to my paypal, yakfrosty@gmail.com.

Thank you so much!! Signal boosting is appreciated!! 

captain-ameribun:

alpha-beta-gamer:

Purrkour is a great Unreal Engine 4 powered cat parkour game where you frolic, pounce, and claw your way through an expensive pad, in pursuit of every cat’s dream – getting someplace really high.

Much like Catlateral Damage, there’s a great amount of fun to be had from smashing up your owners apartment, with paintings, vases, bottles and glasses all ready to feel your feline wrath.  In Purrkour, You’re also given objectives, such as claiming cardboard boxes for your own or collecting kitty coins in hidden or hard to reach areas.  To manage these objectives you you’ll need to use your purrkour skills, including a comical looking jump, wall running and climbing up walls with your claws.

Purrkour was created for the rpgmakerweb Indie Game Contest and is still early in development, with plans to further develop the parkour systems and add new content and levels.  It’s already thoroughly enjoyable though - It’s such good fun being a bad cat.

Play the Alpha, Free

(note: the real cat gif is courtesy of animalsbeingdicks)

Oh my god it’s like the Goat Simulator except fukkin cattes.

absyntea:

Ok, holy shit I feel really bad about this but I am really in deep crap and super need money.

TW FOR DRUG ABUSE, ABUSE, ALL SORTS OF TOXIC SHIT

So to start off, since I was around 13 my mother and stepfather got way back into drugs like they had been when I was really little. My mother dealt in prescription drugs and meth, but mostly prescs. She had a lot of chronic illnesses so it was super easy for her to get narcotics by doctor shopping, so she did that. Only issue was the whole “we do piss tests to make sure you’re actually taking the drug and only the drug” thing, so what she did instead was drug me and have me take them. Besides this she stole money from me, emotionally abused me and manipulated me and all that. it left me really fucked up when I had to leave to live with my bio dad. so much to the point where I can’t take most drugs without having averse reactions and I’m scared to actually get close to people emotionally

This is just the beginning. I moved to Georgia about a year and a half ago into my aunt (who will be referred to as aunt-A)’s house. that was good for a bit, but my biodad has severe anger issues and within a few months he had put his hands around my throat. he also often got upset and yelled at me for my anxiety attacks and random pulses of depression that overtook my ability to even bother to get out of bed. He eventually moved out because his job has him travel often, and I was left here with my aunt-A.

I have never been in such a toxic environment in my life. The gas lighting and condescension on its own was bad, but then she essentially had me running her amazon store for no pay. And god forbid I fuck literally anything up, lest I have her essentially call me a failure and tear me down despite how hard I was trying to just gain her approval. She set me up to look at her as a mother figure and then tore me down repeatedly to make herself feel better. She also took it upon herself to gossip about me to everyone in the family and out me so now no one will actually talk to me because I’m in Georgia and everyone here is queerphobic and disgusting.

So to cut to the chase, Aunt-A is kicking me out because shes sick of me telling people about how she treats me. I’m now having to move in with my occasionally abusive biodad, and give up my cat who I love more than I love myself. I need some way to get out. I’m jobless, carless and have no way of getting anywhere or paying to take care of myself. I’m outted as queer to my homophobic family so they’re essentially of no help and I have an assortment of medical issues and mental ailments I have to live with on top of the stress of being booted from the place I’ve been for a year and really need to save up to get out of this hell.

There are donate buttons on my personal blog and fyms (hi its the head admin ; w ;) so if you have any spare money even just a couple of dollars anything is appreciated! if you want I could doodle you stuff too in return!! I’m super desperate and scared here, so I’m glad for any support. thank you for your time!!!

I need help.

falling-towards-the-sky:

falling-towards-the-sky:

Hey, everybody. I’ve put this off for a long time because I just didn’t want to do it but I can’t hold off anymore. I really need your help.

I’m going to keep this short because nobody likes reading 1,000 words worth of a story, but my family simply is not making enough money to cover our bills right now. My sister is working full-time, my mother is working part-time as much as she can while dealing with chronic pain, and I myself cannot contribute at the moment because I’m not mentally fit to hold down a job. We’re very barely making rent this month and food is a whole nother issue. We’re pretty much living off bread and eggs.

I put up a donate button on my blog. If you can donate, that would be wonderful, but if not, I’d also really really appreciate it if you could signal boost this post. Thank you very much, friends.

Things are still pretty dire on my end. Please, please signal boost this; money is the tightest it’s ever been for us and I’m not sure what we’re gonna do.

absyntea:

Ok, holy shit I feel really bad about this but I am really in deep crap and super need money.

TW FOR DRUG ABUSE, ABUSE, ALL SORTS OF TOXIC SHIT

So to start off, since I was around 13 my mother and stepfather got way back into drugs like they had been when I was really little. My mother dealt in prescription drugs and meth, but mostly prescs. She had a lot of chronic illnesses so it was super easy for her to get narcotics by doctor shopping, so she did that. Only issue was the whole “we do piss tests to make sure you’re actually taking the drug and only the drug” thing, so what she did instead was drug me and have me take them. Besides this she stole money from me, emotionally abused me and manipulated me and all that. it left me really fucked up when I had to leave to live with my bio dad. so much to the point where I can’t take most drugs without having averse reactions and I’m scared to actually get close to people emotionally

This is just the beginning. I moved to Georgia about a year and a half ago into my aunt (who will be referred to as aunt-A)’s house. that was good for a bit, but my biodad has severe anger issues and within a few months he had put his hands around my throat. he also often got upset and yelled at me for my anxiety attacks and random pulses of depression that overtook my ability to even bother to get out of bed. He eventually moved out because his job has him travel often, and I was left here with my aunt-A.

I have never been in such a toxic environment in my life. The gas lighting and condescension on its own was bad, but then she essentially had me running her amazon store for no pay. And god forbid I fuck literally anything up, lest I have her essentially call me a failure and tear me down despite how hard I was trying to just gain her approval. She set me up to look at her as a mother figure and then tore me down repeatedly to make herself feel better. She also took it upon herself to gossip about me to everyone in the family and out me so now no one will actually talk to me because I’m in Georgia and everyone here is queerphobic and disgusting.

So to cut to the chase, Aunt-A is kicking me out because shes sick of me telling people about how she treats me. I’m now having to move in with my occasionally abusive biodad, and give up my cat who I love more than I love myself. I need some way to get out. I’m jobless, carless and have no way of getting anywhere or paying to take care of myself. I’m outted as queer to my homophobic family so they’re essentially of no help and I have an assortment of medical issues and mental ailments I have to live with on top of the stress of being booted from the place I’ve been for a year and really need to save up to get out of this hell.

There are donate buttons on my personal blog and fyms (hi its the head admin ; w ;) so if you have any spare money even just a couple of dollars anything is appreciated! if you want I could doodle you stuff too in return!! I’m super desperate and scared here, so I’m glad for any support. thank you for your time!!!

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