Icon by @ThatSpookyAgent. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. BlueSky: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
in the mountains. fuck. of course theyre in the mountains. i fucked this post up
I drew the lesbian mountain women i didn’t know how else to comfort you.
oh my god… they are so beautiful. i love your art style so much !! bless u
Ok, so, story time. I grew up in a tiny town in the middle of the Rockies, at about 9000 feet above sea level. By tiny, I mean there were a little over 50 people directly within the town limits. We had no sidewalks. There were more people in the 20ish mile outskirts, I guess, and we usually counted them as ‘residents’ because that’s just what you do when your nearest neighbor is 7 miles away.
Now, funny thing - there were men that lived here, but comparatively fewer than what I later learned was ‘average’. For six years, I had a near complete cast of all-women mentors and teachers. They were hardy ranchers who cared for massive herds of horses, muscled elderly types who built their entire homes themselves out of recycled tires, kindly schoolteachers who regularly hiked to the streams and lakes to teach us how measure PH or how to notice bear signs in addition to our geography and math.
Later, long after my family moved away, I learned that in the Rockies, there are in fact pockets of lesbians who live in the mountains, and yes, my town was one of those places. I remembered the firm way they would tell me that I needed to be myself no matter what. I remembered the affectionate glances some of them shared. And I was utterly baffled when I learned that not every place on the planet would have seen these women as brilliant and powerful people who could make a life in the mountains paradise.
So just in case anyone was hoping this lovely situation is real - yes, it is. Lesbian mountain women helped raise me. Imagine them under the brilliant stars and the silence of nature, building their lives alongside the wild pines, happy, thriving, and teaching others to do the same. I will refrain from naming the town because I suspect the residents go there for peace and quiet, and would rather not be outed to Tumblr. But my love to them from afar - they would adore this artwork.
The rate at which the top 0.1% are taxed is being cut by more than twenty-seven times the rate at which the bottom 80% of Americans are being taxed is being cut.
Who Pays?
The middle class pays, though not immediately. Those in the bottom 40% will see their incomes rise both in the short and long term. Those between the 40% and 95% marks see a short-term income bump which vanishes or turns into a tax increase by 2025. Only those in the top 5% see large and permanent cuts to their tax burden.
Please contact your representatives and tell them what you think of this bill!!
I’m doing a Philosophy paper on Asexuality. Please reblog if you think Love without Sex is possible! I really need the data. Like if you think love has to have sex.
opabin lake. yoho national park. bc. The hike through the larches and many glacier fed lakes on the Opabin plateau are some of the most breathtaking I’ve ever seen! (at Yoho National Park)
while I’m being controversial tonight let me get this out of my system: when someone shares a happy memory, or a story of healing, or a step they made on the path to recovery, reblogging that and adding “LOL CANT RELATE” immediately outs you as a rude, selfish brat and I see it all the time here. as a mentally ill person I know the temptation to relate everything back to the way you personally are coping but it just… it’s so disheartening to see stuff like that added to posts you made in light of feeling better
