antaresblack:

Exactly.

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lgbtqgmh:

joshuacollison:

#truth #me #gay #christian #catholic #lesbian #lgbt #pride (Taken with Instagram)

[God made gay people. Get over it!]

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beinggayisokay:

loveincolororg:

God has spoken!

^^ bahaha

#icant

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This weekend, activists in Uganda - a country where homosexuality is punishable by death - held their first Pride. 

This is the epitome of courage. I have no other words. 

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luciferscradle:

ohmyearth:

ftmark:

unapologeticfeministcunt:

luciferscradle:

mxtori:

Beware if you live in NYC. 

So, let me give you some information about this creep. My first encounter with him was when I worked for this retail clothing company near Canal street. He would come in and harass all the female bodied workers -including me- at my job. He would come in day after day, multiple times a day, harassing us. It came to the point where the store had to get a restraining order against him so he wasn’t allowed in the store.

A month or so later, I saw him again. I was working at another store in SoHo, NYC and he came in. He noticed me right away. He would stare at me, smile at me in the creepiest of ways, and try to talk to me.

Months later, when I worked at Urban Outiftters near St. Marks, he came into my job. He noticed me. He would enter and exit multiple times throughout the day. He would stare at me, mumble things under his breath, and try to talk to me. He’d ask me for my Facebook, where I’m from, etc. He wouldn’t leave me alone, so I had to run and hide in my managers office until he left.

He has shown up at parties that I’ve been to with my friends, areas that I hang out, and even showed up last night at the pier(where this photo was taken) while I was there with my friends. He even managed to find me on Memorial Day(in the sea of people that were at Coney Island) when I went to the beach alone. He approached me asking if I remembered him and if he has to protect “us”.

Part of the reason I had to get a new blog was because I kept getting creepy anonymous messages from this “pink ganja” person and I think it was him.

I know that he lives somewhere in Brooklyn off of the F train. Please reblog this and spread the word.

I tried to go to the NYPD about this, but of course they could not help. They said I need his name and proof that he’s been stalking me. Go figure.

I’ve got buddies in Brooklyn

stay safe, folks

Please reblog this, and do it as often as you can. Both Lee and I have been put in danger numerous times by this man. He has followed me at night, during the day, spent months (about 7) harassing me via email and on tumblr. He made me not only uncomfortable, but fearful. The police would do nothing, rather they told me to allow him to be close enough to me, for long enough, so police could arrive on the scene. Women are in danger, every day, but on a level that so many people fail to understand. He follows, harasses, threatens. The man has made comments about shoving things down my throat, watching me through windows.. Please, just reblog this.

Just in case y’all thought I was fucking lying.

(via mxtori)

luciferscradle:

ohmyearth:

ftmark:

unapologeticfeministcunt:

luciferscradle:

mxtori:

Beware if you live in NYC. 

So, let me give you some information about this creep. My first encounter with him was when I worked for this retail clothing company near Canal street. He would come in and harass all the female bodied workers -including me- at my job. He would come in day after day, multiple times a day, harassing us. It came to the point where the store had to get a restraining order against him so he wasn’t allowed in the store.

A month or so later, I saw him again. I was working at another store in SoHo, NYC and he came in. He noticed me right away. He would stare at me, smile at me in the creepiest of ways, and try to talk to me.

Months later, when I worked at Urban Outiftters near St. Marks, he came into my job. He noticed me. He would enter and exit multiple times throughout the day. He would stare at me, mumble things under his breath, and try to talk to me. He’d ask me for my Facebook, where I’m from, etc. He wouldn’t leave me alone, so I had to run and hide in my managers office until he left.

He has shown up at parties that I’ve been to with my friends, areas that I hang out, and even showed up last night at the pier(where this photo was taken) while I was there with my friends. He even managed to find me on Memorial Day(in the sea of people that were at Coney Island) when I went to the beach alone. He approached me asking if I remembered him and if he has to protect “us”.

Part of the reason I had to get a new blog was because I kept getting creepy anonymous messages from this “pink ganja” person and I think it was him.

I know that he lives somewhere in Brooklyn off of the F train. Please reblog this and spread the word.

I tried to go to the NYPD about this, but of course they could not help. They said I need his name and proof that he’s been stalking me. Go figure.

I’ve got buddies in Brooklyn

stay safe, folks

Please reblog this, and do it as often as you can. Both Lee and I have been put in danger numerous times by this man. He has followed me at night, during the day, spent months (about 7) harassing me via email and on tumblr. He made me not only uncomfortable, but fearful. The police would do nothing, rather they told me to allow him to be close enough to me, for long enough, so police could arrive on the scene. Women are in danger, every day, but on a level that so many people fail to understand. He follows, harasses, threatens. The man has made comments about shoving things down my throat, watching me through windows.. Please, just reblog this.

Just in case y’all thought I was fucking lying.

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madziontist:

emm-in-sem:

Church sign deconstruction

pretty much

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