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Beautiful, Christmas, and Crying: "Freddie didn't announce publicly that he had AIDS until the day before he died in 1991. Although he was flamboyant onstage-an electric front man on par with Bowie and Jagger-he was an intensely private man offstage. But Freddie told me he had AIDS soon after he was diagnosed in 1987.I was devastated. I'd seen what the disease had done to so many of my other friends. I knew exactly what it was going to do to Freddie. As did he. He knew death, agonizing death, was coming. But Freddie was incredibly courageous. He kept up appearances, he kept performing with Queen, and he kept being the funny, outrageous, and profoundly generous person he had always been. As Freddie deteriorated in the late 1980s and early '90s, it was almost too much to bear. It broke my heart to see this absolute light unto the world ravaged by AIDS. By the end, his body was covered with Kaposi's sarcoma lesions. He was almost blind. He was too wealk to even stand. By all rights, Freddie should have spent those final days concerned only with his own comfort. But that wasn't who he was. He truly lived for others. Freddie had passed on November 24, 1991, and weelks after the funeral, I was still grieving. On Christmas Day, I learned that Freddie had left me one final testament to his selflessness. I was moping about when a friend showed up at my door and handed me something wrapped in a pillowcase. I opened it up, and inside was a painting by one of my favorite artists, the British painter Henry Scott Tuke. And there was a note from Freddie. Years before Freddie and I had developed pet names for each other, our drag-queen alter egos. I was Sharon, and he was Melina. Freddie's note read, "Dear Sharon, thought you'd like this. Love, Melina. Happy Christmas." I was overcome, forty-four years old at the time, crying like a child. Here was this beautiful man, dying from AIDS, and in his final days, he had somehow managed to find me a lovely Christmas present. As sad as that moment was, it's often the one I think about when I remember Freddie, because it captures the character of the man. In death, he reminded me of what made him so special in life." -Sir Elton John Love is the Cure: On Life, Loss, and the End ofAIDS soundsof71: Elton John on Freddie Mercury.  (I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I mostly really enjoyed, than simply to share a beautiful story that shines light on who Freddie actually was, up to the very end.)
Beautiful, Christmas, and Crying: "Freddie didn't announce publicly that he had AIDS
 until the day before he died in 1991. Although he was
 flamboyant onstage-an electric front man on par with
 Bowie and Jagger-he was an intensely private man
 offstage. But Freddie told me he had AIDS soon after he
 was diagnosed in 1987.I was devastated. I'd seen what
 the disease had done to so many of my other friends. I
 knew exactly what it was going to do to Freddie. As did
 he. He knew death, agonizing death, was coming. But
 Freddie was incredibly courageous. He kept up
 appearances, he kept performing with Queen, and he
 kept being the funny, outrageous, and profoundly
 generous person he had always been.
 As Freddie deteriorated in the late 1980s and early
 '90s, it was almost too much to bear. It broke my heart to
 see this absolute light unto the world ravaged by AIDS.
 By the end, his body was covered with Kaposi's sarcoma
 lesions. He was almost blind. He was too wealk to even
 stand.

 By all rights, Freddie should have spent those final
 days concerned only with his own comfort. But that
 wasn't who he was. He truly lived for others. Freddie had
 passed on November 24, 1991, and weelks after the
 funeral, I was still grieving. On Christmas Day, I learned
 that Freddie had left me one final testament to his
 selflessness. I was moping about when a friend showed
 up at my door and handed me something wrapped in a
 pillowcase. I opened it up, and inside was a painting by
 one of my favorite artists, the British painter Henry Scott
 Tuke. And there was a note from Freddie. Years before
 Freddie and I had developed pet names for each other,
 our drag-queen alter egos. I was Sharon, and he was
 Melina. Freddie's note read, "Dear Sharon, thought
 you'd like this. Love, Melina. Happy Christmas."
 I was overcome, forty-four years old at the time,
 crying like a child. Here was this beautiful man, dying
 from AIDS, and in his final days, he had somehow
 managed to find me a lovely Christmas present. As sad as
 that moment was, it's often the one I think about when I
 remember Freddie, because it captures the character of
 the man. In death, he reminded me of what made him so
 special in life."
 -Sir Elton John
 Love is the Cure:
 On Life, Loss, and the End ofAIDS
soundsof71:

Elton John on Freddie Mercury. 
(I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I mostly really enjoyed, than simply to share a beautiful story that shines light on who Freddie actually was, up to the very end.)

soundsof71: Elton John on Freddie Mercury.  (I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I most...

Ass, Beer, and Condom: 41 .d 70% 1:17 AM Saturday 1140 PM all i want to know is if that pic is photoshopped oh fuck wait the rest of them are i didn't even notice that Or maybe l actually died in a selfie related shark attack In 2018 anything's possible fr tho you got some quality photoshop skills Though my usual Tinder claim to fame is my poetry writing Gimme a format pick between Shakespearean sonnet or Dr Seuss poem and then l'd need a topic oh shit seuss for sure write aboutittt stupid frat boys Today 1:13 AM At Who University's campus downtown, studious students awaited sundown For during the day they're the learning ish sort. but after night fell? Watch Fraternity At Sigma Ki Kappa Phi Epsilon Nu a Vineyard-Vine chino store stepped into view A stack of red cups looming tall on his the Cat in the Frat prowled for Whogirls He saw a lone girl and assessed her cup size and then, in this order, gawked ass, chest and eyes He waltzed in on over and offered her and said "come with me, oh the places you'll cum! They snuck to a bedroom and passed Mister Grinch whose hazing machine dragged six pledges by winch. Its arms and its knobs fed the pledges and doubly increased their fraternity Just by the hazing in haze of his own, the Lorax sat still undeniably stoned. A pledge wandered up.. 'there's something I need. The Lorax did smile: 1 speak for the We ve got Xannys and Mollys and cocaine galore and ketamine, mushrooms and DMT-4 There's indicas, indigos, everywhich and every eigth bought, have a free hit of speed Horton popped pills called Pill 1 and Pill and then followed up with Pill Red and Pill Blue His world washed away as he tripped for three hours hearing small voices that spoke from puff fiowers. The Cat in the Frat roled off well what's-her-name and let her slip out with red visible He looked at his sheets and saw stains left by beer, and thought should I was them? Oh, maybe next year He'd wanted a girl from each stop on Srat Row with Ki Frappa Sig down just five more to go, He put back the condom he told her he'd wear And then set on foot for the cleanup The party had ended and Whos had gone home, with red cup footsteps creaking sticky beer foam Sprawled on the floor was that poor Sam I Am, and someone's puked-up rancid green eggs and ham. The Cat in the Frat called the cleaning which rolled and ka-sputtered its way through the scene Its arms and gloved hands dusted swept, and wipe dried and even did know to turn Sam on his At Sigma Ki Kappa Phi Epsilon Nu, The party lifecycle began thus anew. Tuesday was done and yet Wednesday drew near... The Cat had to run and go buy some more beer THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING OH MY FUCKINF GOD I LVOE YOU Type a message Frat Life
Ass, Beer, and Condom: 41
 .d 70% 1:17 AM
 Saturday 1140 PM
 all i want to know
 is if that pic is photoshopped
 oh fuck wait the rest of them are i
 didn't even notice that
 Or maybe l actually died in a selfie
 related shark attack
 In 2018 anything's possible
 fr tho
 you got some quality photoshop skills
 Though my usual Tinder claim to fame
 is my poetry writing
 Gimme a format pick between
 Shakespearean sonnet or Dr Seuss
 poem and then l'd need a topic
 oh shit
 seuss for sure
 write aboutittt
 stupid frat boys
 Today 1:13 AM
 At Who University's campus downtown,
 studious students awaited sundown
 For during the day they're the learning
 ish sort.
 but after night fell? Watch Fraternity
 At Sigma Ki Kappa Phi Epsilon Nu
 a Vineyard-Vine chino store stepped
 into view
 A stack of red cups looming tall on his
 the Cat in the Frat prowled for Whogirls
 He saw a lone girl and assessed her
 cup size
 and then, in this order, gawked ass,
 chest and eyes
 He waltzed in on over and offered her
 and said "come with me, oh the places
 you'll cum!
 They snuck to a bedroom and passed
 Mister Grinch
 whose hazing machine dragged six
 pledges by winch.
 Its arms and its knobs fed the pledges
 and doubly increased their fraternity
 Just by the hazing in haze of his own,
 the Lorax sat still undeniably stoned.
 A pledge wandered up.. 'there's
 something I need.
 The Lorax did smile: 1 speak for the
 We ve got Xannys and Mollys and
 cocaine galore
 and ketamine, mushrooms and DMT-4
 There's indicas, indigos, everywhich
 and every eigth bought, have a free hit
 of speed
 Horton popped pills called Pill 1 and Pill
 and then followed up with Pill Red and
 Pill Blue
 His world washed away as he tripped
 for three hours
 hearing small voices that spoke from
 puff fiowers.
 The Cat in the Frat roled off well
 what's-her-name
 and let her slip out with red visible
 He looked at his sheets and saw stains
 left by beer,
 and thought should I was them? Oh,
 maybe next year
 He'd wanted a girl from each stop on
 Srat Row
 with Ki Frappa Sig down just five more
 to go,
 He put back the condom he told her
 he'd wear
 And then set on foot for the cleanup
 The party had ended and Whos had
 gone home,
 with red cup footsteps creaking sticky
 beer foam
 Sprawled on the floor was that poor
 Sam I Am,
 and someone's puked-up rancid green
 eggs and ham.
 The Cat in the Frat called the cleaning
 which rolled and ka-sputtered its way
 through the scene
 Its arms and gloved hands dusted
 swept, and wipe dried
 and even did know to turn Sam on his
 At Sigma Ki Kappa Phi Epsilon Nu,
 The party lifecycle began thus anew.
 Tuesday was done and yet Wednesday
 drew near...
 The Cat had to run and go buy some
 more beer
 THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING
 OH MY FUCKINF GOD
 I LVOE YOU
 Type a message
Frat Life

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Beautiful, Christmas, and Crying: "Freddie didn't announce publicly that he had AIDS until the day before he died in 1991. Although he was flamboyant onstage-an electric front man on par with Bowie and Jagger-he was an intensely private man offstage. But Freddie told me he had AIDS soon after he was diagnosed in 1987.I was devastated. I'd seen what the disease had done to so many of my other friends. I knew exactly what it was going to do to Freddie. As did he. He knew death, agonizing death, was coming. But Freddie was incredibly courageous. He kept up appearances, he kept performing with Queen, and he kept being the funny, outrageous, and profoundly generous person he had always been. As Freddie deteriorated in the late 1980s and early '90s, it was almost too much to bear. It broke my heart to see this absolute light unto the world ravaged by AIDS. By the end, his body was covered with Kaposi's sarcoma lesions. He was almost blind. He was too wealk to even stand. By all rights, Freddie should have spent those final days concerned only with his own comfort. But that wasn't who he was. He truly lived for others. Freddie had passed on November 24, 1991, and weelks after the funeral, I was still grieving. On Christmas Day, I learned that Freddie had left me one final testament to his selflessness. I was moping about when a friend showed up at my door and handed me something wrapped in a pillowcase. I opened it up, and inside was a painting by one of my favorite artists, the British painter Henry Scott Tuke. And there was a note from Freddie. Years before Freddie and I had developed pet names for each other, our drag-queen alter egos. I was Sharon, and he was Melina. Freddie's note read, "Dear Sharon, thought you'd like this. Love, Melina. Happy Christmas." I was overcome, forty-four years old at the time, crying like a child. Here was this beautiful man, dying from AIDS, and in his final days, he had somehow managed to find me a lovely Christmas present. As sad as that moment was, it's often the one I think about when I remember Freddie, because it captures the character of the man. In death, he reminded me of what made him so special in life." -Sir Elton John Love is the Cure: On Life, Loss, and the End ofAIDS soundsof71: Elton John on Freddie Mercury.  (I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I mostly really enjoyed, than simply to share a beautiful story that shines light on who Freddie actually was, up to the very end.)
Beautiful, Christmas, and Crying: "Freddie didn't announce publicly that he had AIDS
 until the day before he died in 1991. Although he was
 flamboyant onstage-an electric front man on par with
 Bowie and Jagger-he was an intensely private man
 offstage. But Freddie told me he had AIDS soon after he
 was diagnosed in 1987.I was devastated. I'd seen what
 the disease had done to so many of my other friends. I
 knew exactly what it was going to do to Freddie. As did
 he. He knew death, agonizing death, was coming. But
 Freddie was incredibly courageous. He kept up
 appearances, he kept performing with Queen, and he
 kept being the funny, outrageous, and profoundly
 generous person he had always been.
 As Freddie deteriorated in the late 1980s and early
 '90s, it was almost too much to bear. It broke my heart to
 see this absolute light unto the world ravaged by AIDS.
 By the end, his body was covered with Kaposi's sarcoma
 lesions. He was almost blind. He was too wealk to even
 stand.

 By all rights, Freddie should have spent those final
 days concerned only with his own comfort. But that
 wasn't who he was. He truly lived for others. Freddie had
 passed on November 24, 1991, and weelks after the
 funeral, I was still grieving. On Christmas Day, I learned
 that Freddie had left me one final testament to his
 selflessness. I was moping about when a friend showed
 up at my door and handed me something wrapped in a
 pillowcase. I opened it up, and inside was a painting by
 one of my favorite artists, the British painter Henry Scott
 Tuke. And there was a note from Freddie. Years before
 Freddie and I had developed pet names for each other,
 our drag-queen alter egos. I was Sharon, and he was
 Melina. Freddie's note read, "Dear Sharon, thought
 you'd like this. Love, Melina. Happy Christmas."
 I was overcome, forty-four years old at the time,
 crying like a child. Here was this beautiful man, dying
 from AIDS, and in his final days, he had somehow
 managed to find me a lovely Christmas present. As sad as
 that moment was, it's often the one I think about when I
 remember Freddie, because it captures the character of
 the man. In death, he reminded me of what made him so
 special in life."
 -Sir Elton John
 Love is the Cure:
 On Life, Loss, and the End ofAIDS
soundsof71:

Elton John on Freddie Mercury. 
(I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I mostly really enjoyed, than simply to share a beautiful story that shines light on who Freddie actually was, up to the very end.)

soundsof71: Elton John on Freddie Mercury.  (I’m not posting this less to correct the timeline portrayed in Bohemian Rhapsody, which I most...

Fucking, Life, and Love: copperbadge When I first got out of grad school, I couldn't get a job in my chosen profession and honestly, I wasn't sure I wanted one, but what else was I good for? I was iving with my parents, I felt that l'd failed at the age of 24, and I knew exactly how to kill myself in the most painless way possible, because I was considering it and had done research. I had clinical depression and I didn't figure the rest of my life would be worth a damn even if I managed to make something of myself which seemed unlikely Fifteen years later, I woke up in a home I own, that I painted myself, with two big couches and ten big windows and a lamp that looks like a star. I fed two kittens, cooked breakfast and prepared lunches for the week while listening to podcasts, and tended my windowsill garden where the paprika have fruited, the bromeliad is still trying to murder the poppies, and the squash are starting to blossom. My email inbox was full of messages from people I love. My duties for the day are discharged. I plan to spend Sunday resting, playing with my kittens, and maybe strumming a little ukulele. Today is my own to do with exactly as I like in a place I have made exactly to my specifications. I can't guarantee that everyone who feels like they're dying at 15 or 21 or 24 or 29 will get this life that I got. I know I've been lucky, and even with luck, my life's not perfect. But I'm 38 and today is such a good day that I can't believe I almost didn't get to have it because I thought my life was over at 24 It was a fucking war to get here, but the war was worth it, so. I just figured today was a pretty nice day to share that. Some hard years, a good day.
Fucking, Life, and Love: copperbadge
 When I first got out of grad school, I couldn't get a job in my chosen profession
 and honestly, I wasn't sure I wanted one, but what else was I good for? I was
 iving with my parents, I felt that l'd failed at the age of 24, and I knew exactly
 how to kill myself in the most painless way possible, because I was considering
 it and had done research. I had clinical depression and I didn't figure the rest of
 my life would be worth a damn even if I managed to make something of myself
 which seemed unlikely
 Fifteen years later, I woke up in a home I own, that I painted myself, with two big
 couches and ten big windows and a lamp that looks like a star. I fed two kittens,
 cooked breakfast and prepared lunches for the week while listening to
 podcasts, and tended my windowsill garden where the paprika have fruited, the
 bromeliad is still trying to murder the poppies, and the squash are starting to
 blossom. My email inbox was full of messages from people I love.
 My duties for the day are discharged. I plan to spend Sunday resting, playing
 with my kittens, and maybe strumming a little ukulele. Today is my own to do
 with exactly as I like in a place I have made exactly to my specifications.
 I can't guarantee that everyone who feels like they're dying at 15 or 21 or 24 or
 29 will get this life that I got. I know I've been lucky, and even with luck, my life's
 not perfect. But I'm 38 and today is such a good day that I can't believe I almost
 didn't get to have it because I thought my life was over at 24
 It was a fucking war to get here, but the war was worth it, so. I just figured today
 was a pretty nice day to share that.
Some hard years, a good day.

Some hard years, a good day.

Work, Thought, and Bread: Made this at work for a contest. One of the judges thought it was sacrilegious. “The Walking Bread”
Work, Thought, and Bread: Made this at work for a contest. One of the judges thought it was sacrilegious. “The Walking Bread”

Made this at work for a contest. One of the judges thought it was sacrilegious. “The Walking Bread”

Work, Thought, and Bread: Made this at work for a contest. One of the judges thought it was sacrilegious. “The Walking Bread”
Work, Thought, and Bread: Made this at work for a contest. One of the judges thought it was sacrilegious. “The Walking Bread”

Made this at work for a contest. One of the judges thought it was sacrilegious. “The Walking Bread”

Funny, Work, and Thought: Made this at work for a contest. One of the judges thought it was sacrilegious. “The Walking Bread” via /r/funny https://ift.tt/2D06KZK
Funny, Work, and Thought: Made this at work for a contest. One of the judges thought it was sacrilegious. “The Walking Bread” via /r/funny https://ift.tt/2D06KZK

Made this at work for a contest. One of the judges thought it was sacrilegious. “The Walking Bread” via /r/funny https://ift.tt/2D06KZK

Cute, Dude, and Fucking: nncharlesz: monobeartheater: ripppedfuel: thelightofnight: nicoffeine: OH MY GOSH I have two hands and three foods. Oh poor little dude I HAVE NEVER SEEN AN ANIMAL LOOK MORE DISTRESSED Okay, head’s up. This little critter is called a slow loris. NEVER TAKE ONE AS A PET. They’ve experienced a boom in popularity as pets in parts of Asia and then the rest of the world, and this is not okay.  Why? A) They’re endangered B) They’re venomous. The only known venomous primate, to be exact. They store it in their inner arms.They’ll get in defensive posture, suck the venom from their glands, and them bite. And the bite can kill a human. (Seriously, one nipped Lady Gaga in Feb 2014 when she thought it would be a good idea to use one in a music video. They dropped that idea, thankfully.) C) They’re endangered directly BECAUSE OF THE EXOTIC PET TRADE D) When the poachers trap them, THEY CLIP THEIR FUCKING TEETH TO MAKE THEM “MANAGEABLE.” Many slow loris’ will die before ever being sold because of complications with HAVING THEIR FUCKING TEETH CLIPPED. (There’s a reason the loris’ in the videos are only eating soft foods…) E) The exotic pet trade on slow loris’ BOOMed because of youtube videos like the one above. You wanna help these adorable looking critters? International Animal Rescue: ‘Adopt’ a Slow Loris Little Fireface Project And please make it very clear to everyone who thinks these videos are cute, that the animal in question has been stolen from it’s natural habitat and horrifically abused just so it could be a “cute” pet.
Cute, Dude, and Fucking: nncharlesz:

monobeartheater:

ripppedfuel:

thelightofnight:

nicoffeine:

OH MY GOSH

I have two hands and three foods.

Oh poor little dude

I HAVE NEVER SEEN AN ANIMAL LOOK MORE DISTRESSED

Okay, head’s up. This little critter is called a slow loris. NEVER TAKE ONE AS A PET. They’ve experienced a boom in popularity as pets in parts of Asia and then the rest of the world, and this is not okay. 
Why?
A) They’re endangered
B) They’re venomous. The only known venomous primate, to be exact. They store it in their inner arms.They’ll get in defensive posture, suck the venom from their glands, and them bite. And the bite can kill a human. (Seriously, one nipped Lady Gaga in Feb 2014 when she thought it would be a good idea to use one in a music video. They dropped that idea, thankfully.)
C) They’re endangered directly BECAUSE OF THE EXOTIC PET TRADE
D) When the poachers trap them, THEY CLIP THEIR FUCKING TEETH TO MAKE THEM “MANAGEABLE.” Many slow loris’ will die before ever being sold because of complications with HAVING THEIR FUCKING TEETH CLIPPED. (There’s a reason the loris’ in the videos are only eating soft foods…)
E) The exotic pet trade on slow loris’ BOOMed because of youtube videos like the one above.
You wanna help these adorable looking critters?
International Animal Rescue: ‘Adopt’ a Slow Loris
Little Fireface Project
And please make it very clear to everyone who thinks these videos are cute, that the animal in question has been stolen from it’s natural habitat and horrifically abused just so it could be a “cute” pet.

nncharlesz: monobeartheater: ripppedfuel: thelightofnight: nicoffeine: OH MY GOSH I have two hands and three foods. Oh poor little du...