you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––
is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.”
Alina Davis, a 23-year-old trans woman, and Allison Brooks, her 19-year-old partner, donned matching white floor-length bridal gowns and married at a civil registry office earlier this month.
As Davis is still legally regarded as male, the office had no choice but to hand them a marriage certificate.
The couple said officials chided them, and appeared to be violent.
‘She called us the shame of the family and said we need medical treatment … I was afraid my pussycat [an affectionate pet name in Russian] would beat the fuck out of her,’ Davis said on her VK page.
But the couple were allowed to sign the papers, meaning a gay couple in Russia are legally recognized as married – even if it’s through a loophole.
‘This is an important precedent for Russia,’ Davis said.
Russia banned same-sex marriage and outlawed ‘gay propaganda’ in 2013.
holy jesus look at these two warrior princesses
they are my heroes
YOU GO GIRLS
"Oh, you don’t wanna recognize my gender? Okay then lol guess you have to recognize my marriage"
that is amazing
I’m not saying I’m the best guide but how many guide spend the evening making brownies from scratch for the group
I heard your name spoken by someone else today. It’s been months since I heard it aside from the voice in my head and my heart started thumping loudly, I almost felt lightheaded. I wanted to ask her, how you are, if you think about me. Instead I said,
"I hope he’s doing well."
But I wanted to cry, really. I wanted to tell her I miss you. I wanted to tell her I’ve been thinking about you and I must have spoken your name silently inside my head a million times since you left. I wanted to say… I still love you. Please come back to me.
Instead I changed the topic.”
Many soldiers came back from the trenches of WWI missing bits of their face. But 1920s society wasn’t the nicest place to look like a gnarled piece of meat, and facial surgery was barely beyond grafting your finger to your nose.
The masks were either held in place by string or attached to glasses, and were painted to match the wearer’s skin colour. Things like facial hair and artificial eyes were also added where needed.
Non-climbers tend to think rock climbing takes this enormous amount of courage; probably because most non-climbers seem to think that rock climbing entails “soloing like that guy on 60 minutes”. Well … I’m not that brave. I get scared. I get hyperventilating, Elvis leg-shaking, might-have-just-peed-my-pants scared. And 9 out of 10 times there is a moment where I picture myself being carried away from the crag on a stretcher. I’m not that brave. I think a lot of us are scared. I don’t think we climb because we are so courageous; I think we climb because there’s just something indescribable about topping out in spite of all the fear.
Rachel Rostad - “Names” (NPS 2013)
"Some say written language is only the bad translation of spoken. You cannot read sheet music and hear the song. You cannot read a speech and see the speaker. When the very first word was written down, something must have been lost."
Performing for SlamMN! at the 2013 National Poetry Slam.