Recently honored in the ABC series “When We Rise”, the openly gay artist is remembered for designing the unifying symbol of the LGBT community and movement.
The rainbow flag was first designed and handmade in 1978. A rainbow was used to reflect the fact that LGBT people are of natural beauty. The first flag was flown on June 25, 1978 at San Francisco Pride, with 8 colors. Each had its own meaning: hot pink for sexuality, red for life, orange for healing, yellow for sunlight, green for nature, turquoise for magic/art, blue for harmony, and violet for the spirit. Following the assassination of influential leader Harvey Milk, the flag was in high demand and was revised to retain efficiency. Nowadays, the flag is shown as having 6 evens colors, having dropped hot pink and turquoise.
(Original flag design, 1978)
Now we must remember Mr. Baker as designing the seminal symbol for our people. Gone are the days of the pink triangle–we define ourselves. Thank you for giving us this beautiful symbol. The Pride Flag is something that has given us the image for our pride and community. There is nothing I would rather assign myself to more than the rainbow. We will always remember you.
Czernobog:
"Fuck you and fuck your mother and fuck the fucking horse you fucking rode in on. You will not even die in battle. No warrior will taste your blood. No one alive will take your life. You will die a soft poor death. You will die with a kiss on your lips and a lie in your heart." - best curse in all of fiction tbh
Me. Nancy:
best character 10/10 anxiously waiting for the movie adaption about his kids
The Zoryas:
Slavic aunties with magic powers
Media:
My speech is italicizes for emphasis. EMPHASIS!
Sam Black Crow:
SPEECH MAKING INTENSIFIES
Bliquis:
ooooh here she comes, she's a man eater, oooh here she comes, watch out boy she'll chew you up
Buffalo God:
BELIEVE IT
The cab driving ifrit:
doesn't matter had sex
Tech Boy:
we get it you vape
Jacquel and Ibis:
I believe in my cool funeral dads
Whisky Jack:
fuck this shit I'm out
Mad Sweeney:
ILL KICK YOUR ASS, ILL KICK HIS ASS, ILL KICK MY OWN ASS
Easter:
sugar and spice and everything nice and about to save the world
Loki:
surprise bitch I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me
Shadow Moon:
I specifically asked for the opposite of this
Hinzelmann:
hello naughty children it's murder time
Easter put her slim hand on the back of Wednesday’s square gray hand. “I’m telling you,” she said, “I’m doing fine. On my festival days they still feast on eggs and rabbits, on candy and on flesh, to represent rebirth and copulation. They wear flowers in their bonnets and they give each other flowers. They do it in my name. More and more of them every year. In MY name, old wolf.”
“And you wax fat and affluent on their worship and their love?” he said, dryly.
“Don’t be an asshole.” Suddenly she sounded very tired. She sipped her mochaccino.
THIS IS IMPORTANT TO UNDERSTANDING THIS COMIC: this is part of a serious autobio series I started months back to document my gender transition. These took place months ago.
August 8th, 2016. It can be hard processing having someone close suddenly wanting nothing to do with you because you came out to them. I’ve moved past these feelings by now and just feel sorry for that person. Cutting me out is their loss. If they ever wanted to come back into my life one day, they’d be more than welcome.
my compulsive need to finish all side missions before moving on because I want to keep my quest log clean is killing me im going through the galaxy map like this
lesbians who shoot lasers out their eyes at fruit for money are valid. lesbians who can only be contacted via blood offerings on the third Sunday of march are valid. lesbians who you can only see out of the corner of your eyes at night like the wisp of a shadow are valid. lesbians with sapphire red eyes who live in caves and steal human babies from villages are valid. support all cryptid lesbians, not just the ‘mainstream’ ones.