!Christopher Street! - Second Life
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Thank you Zakk www.flickr.com/photos/zakkb/ my old friend for teaching me how to create my first custom pose ♥
You are you, unique and beautiful. We have so many flaws in us, we are different from each one. We have got our own life, different situations, different stories and different struggles. Stop comparing yourself to others. Don't be consumed in these thoughts and forget to live a life which is short. Try to make the use of time and learn to value life when you have it with you.
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Wigstock 2004 in Tompkins Square Park in the East Village of New York City as part of The Howl Festival.
Wigstock started in 1984 , Drag Queens from the Pyramid Club headed over to Tompkins Square Park, including Brian Butterick, Michael "Kitty" Ullman, Wendy Wild, The "Lady" Bunny and a few members of the Fleshtones were horsing around in the bandshell when someone came up with the idea of a day-long drag festival - and calling it Wigstock. It was Lady Bunny went ahead and getting the necessary permits and Wigstock was born. Wigstock moved to Pier 54 after becoming such a large event that it could no longer be held in Tompkins Square Park, in 2004 Wigstock returned to the East Viallge as part of the annual Howl Festival.
Wigstock
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Howl Festival
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New York City USA
08-21-2004
I am Pansexual. So for me, the LGBTQ+ community is very important and I am proud to be part of it. Pride Power for Life!
I've always wanted to open hangout place in SL, never got a chance until now.
Couldn't decide which theme I wanted so there's two ;)
This is not my best protest photo but in a city where ICE is cracking down in force, I could not risk outing someone who could be put in a camp/deported just to put a more personal human element into a movement. There's a whole set of photos like that you can refer to if you really want. I'm not posting this because it's a good photo (it isn't) I'm posting this because it's a reminder that we all have a choice to say no to corruption and to say yes to human rights. We must do these both simultaneously and with every molecule in our body.
I wanted to talk a little bit about what is happening in America right now. If you did not already know, there have been even more for profit concentration camps set up for people who have come here fleeing persecution, seeking a better life. This is an abomination paid for by our tax dollars and many of our politicians are invested in these camps, making money to inevitably fund their next campaigns and the viciousness continues and profit over people continues to be the theme. We've lost our souls.
I don't know how to be more hopeful. The good people in this country, the 70% of us are being held hostage against our wills by a hostile treasonous fascist who literally doesn't even know they didn't have airports back in 1776, an idiot who couldn't pass preschool and yet, the fact that he is a serial rapist and a treasonous coward is even worse. He is an unforgivable murderer. If he truly represents America, all I have left instead of my patriotism is true horror for what this country has become.
These deaths are on our hands. Their blood is on our consciousness. It is a gift to receive an immigrant. And all these people who are pro death camps all happen to call themselves "pro life" It's laughable. They just merely want to control women's bodies.
Every day, I wake up a little more hopeless and helpless, I have to be honest. Over the last three years, I've been to protests downtown, in airports, I've called congresspeople in multiple states, donated money to progressives, signed too many petitions to count, done phone banking, and tried to be a genuinely kind person to all in my every day interactions.
Above all is the narrative stream in my mind, is the kindness enough? Is it? I don't know. I really don't know. Is kindness greater than greed, greater than all the blood money? Is it? Because people have been protesting since the 1960s for basic human rights, for an end to racial discrimination and for universal healthcare, for equal rights among the sexes and for the LGBTQ community, for an end to war and look where we are right now. It's hard to believe that anything any of us non billionaires do make a difference.
But I do know this and I believe this...they want us to be as complacent as possible, to get us numbed with constant breaking news, to gaslight us into believe that when Trump says he'd collude again that's totally fine and not surprising at all. They want us to stay at home, do nothing, turn on the tv, have a pint of whiskey to numb our pain-that sort of thing. That's what they are banking on. Whatever you do, live as a light in the darkness. If it makes no difference in the grand scheme, at least you tried.
But, I bet it will make a difference to someone.
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Growing up, I didn't have much of a friendship with the prince in the neighboring kingdom of the Ravens. It wasn't that I didn't like him. He actually had a very likeable personality and we were amiable acquaintances. We just didn't run the same friendship circles despite being around the same age. I remember being brought along to visit his family when I was a small child and he was just a toddler. He hadn't been much of a playmate back then since he spent most of our visit napping or clinging to his mother. Then about a year or two later at another formal event there was a masquerade at his family's castle. I remember he was dressed in a full dragon costume and ran around the whole ball, stealing the show as he was fawned over by everyone. The little brat had even accidentally whacked me right in the family jewels with that swinging tail of his! It had been painful and embarrassing and I admit for a short time, I didn't like him very much.
Now several years later, that young prince was to be crowned King and there was to be a Presentation in his honor as well; not just any celebratory ball. That meant he was presenting and putting himself out there to be courted which made this coronation even bigger! Being a prince of the Lion Queendom, myself, and third in line for the throne, I had an obligation to attend along with my family.
On that day, all the royal families, their bannerman, and all the citizens who could gather to the castle welcomed the newest King! I was seated with my Queen and our family, waiting on the ceremony to begin. Soon, the King of the Ravens and the High Elder approached the dais and the ceremony began. The double doors opened and the prince came forward dressed in the colors of his house and looking more grown up than I'd ever seen him before. I felt something inside me stir as he passed by, and I caught myself thinking he looked quite handsome and that he'd really grown into himself.
It had been a spectacular ceremony and as I watched him kneeling before the High Elder to accept his crown, I felt pride for him. He'd come a long way and from my understanding, he was loved and respected by the people of his Kingdom. The people were very happy to have their prince ascend to the throne.
Finally, the crown was placed upon the prince's head and he rose as a king! As he turned to face the cheering crowd, I was suddenly hit harder in the gut with how much the young man had grown. He wasn't just handsome. He was stunning and beautiful and that smile shined so bright as the High Elder declared him King! I applauded along with everyone, smiling and happy for him. As he cast his gaze over the cheering crowd, his eyes suddenly met mine. I felt like I couldn't look away and for a moment, neither could he. I caught the tiny blush that touched his cheeks as he smiled more before looking away with a touch of shyness. At that second I felt as if a zap of electricity hit me in the chest; like lightning but somehow it felt like the sweetest pain in the world. I'd been attracted to people before but not like this. Something told me this was special. I hadn't come with the intention on courting and wooing this man, but if just a glance was that electrifying? Heh, I'd be an idiot not to try. One thing I knew for certain? I was going to ask him for a dance.
It didn't take very long and soon everything was set up for the new king's Presentation. The tables were spread out and chairs rearranged and the dance floor was sectioned off. There were some musicians off to the side finishing setting up as a buffet of delicious food was served up. But my focus was on the young man who was standing with his family and receiving many hugs and congratulations from his loved ones.
Traditionally, Presentations begin with the young man or woman presenting themselves to the single royals and nobles with some sort of demonstration that represents themselves. Many people resort to singing but some people play instruments or can paint or recite poetry. This new King, however, was known for being a phenomenal dancer. So when it was time for the Presentation to start, I was not surprised to watch as he took his mother's hand and guided her to the center of the dance floor. The music began playing a upbeat ballroom waltz. Together, mother and son moved across the dance floor flawlessly. It was clear to see they had amazing dancing chemistry! The King moved in a way that showed off his mother's ability to move yet still managed to shine all on his own.
As they danced, my eyes followed how the young King moved, how his body dipped and shifted with each step. It was as if I had a small beast inside me, crouched and patiently waiting for the opportune moment; a predator stalking its prey.
Once their dance ended, his mother hugged him tightly and kissed his forehead. The pride and joy on her face was so beautifully palpable. After a moment, she stepped back and curtsied to her son before taking her leave. It would have been easy to step up at that moment and claim the first dance. However, I chose to wait. I watched as the new object of my affection received the attention of a young Lord and was asked for a dance.
Even as I was joined by some of my own friends a short time later, I let them talk amongst themselves. I watched as the young King danced with many young ladies and a few young men. It was clear he was the best dancer out there but he always smiled and had a kind word or two for his dance partners whether he led or let himself be led. I studied his likes and dislikes by how he reacted to his dance partners. He got along with everyone but I could tell he wasn't really connecting with anyone. Remembering that moment after his ascension and how our gaze met, I could feel the beast within my chest purring with anticipation.
It was about an hour into the Presentation when the King took some time to walk to the buffet and refreshment table. While he was there, he was congratulated by a few friends, all of them laughing and smiling. But even as he joined in the conversation, I noticed his gaze wandering my direction before he caught himself, quickly turning his attention back to his friends. After catching him doing it again a few minutes later, I decided it was time for me to make my move. I waited until he was finishing up his punch when I began to make my way over.
I drew upon all the confidence I could muster as I stepped up behind the handsome man I'd found myself so suddenly drawn to. Was this even normal? It felt as powerful as lightning! As he stepped away from the refreshment table, I licked my lips and smiled warmly before clearing my throat to gain his attention. Hearing me, he began to turn to see who was requesting his attention. As soon as he laid eyes on me, they lit up and the sweetest smile spread across his lips. I smiled more as my gaze met his. Once again, that warmth spread from deep within my chest and my inner beast purred happily.
"Good evening, Your Majesty. Would you do me the honor of joining me for the next dance?" I asked, my gaze never wavering from his even as I bowed before him. I extended my hand in offering and he didn't hesitate to extend his hand to take mine. A soft chuckle escaped him as he responded, "I thought you'd never ask." As soon as our fingers touched, I drew him closer and gazed into his eyes with a smile as he lifted his gaze to meet mine. "Make me move, Lion," he urged me, a hint of challenge in his gaze. A chuckle rumbled deep in my chest as my hand took his waist and I murmured, "With pleasure, Raven."
Now that he was in my arms, I had every intention of keeping him there. And the way he was looking at me, I knew he had every intention of letting me.
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Thank you to Vin Raven-Mysterious/Be My Mannequin? Pose Store for posing with me! Be sure to check out his phenomenal photography in People In Photo!
..darker days..!
A little bit of my darker style for you today..
Make it last..! I may be offline for a couple of days..!! (see my other post today..!!)
Although for any UK lovelies I do intend to be at BNO this week..😉💃💋
The trouble with tweed is it's a fabric I don't really enjoy...
..but the beauty of rental is that you can try styles you wouldn't normally dream of buying..!!
So thanks to the "LKBorrowed" scheme here I am trying out an LK Bennett Lilac Tweed Shift Dress.. What do you think..??
Although the trouble I now have is that most of you probably haven't noticed the dress and are still looking at my legs..!!😉😂💋💋
On January 21, 2021, Ms. Essay, as a member of the Missouri Historical Society’s advisory committee for the Missouri History Museum’s “Gateway to Pride” exhibition, participated in an event on Zoom to launch the “virtual” on-line availability of the exhibits to the public.
The “Gateway to Pride” virtual exhibits can be found at the following link:
gtp.mhs.yourcultureconnect.com/e/home
Even for the “virtual” Zoom gathering, the age-old question remained of, “What to wear”?
So, for this event, Ms. Essay chose a cold-shoulder, black sweater dress with white stripes. This collage shows Ms. Essay earlier wearing the selected dress in December 2019 soon after she purchased it.
2017 Montréal LGBTQ Parade (pride parade - fierte) held on August 20th.
For more info please visit their page at www.fiertemontrealpride.com/en/pride/
The globe and mail: "Justin Trudeau marched with his Irish counterpart in Montreal’s Pride parade on Sunday, marking the first time a foreign head of government has joined a prime minister in a Canadian Pride celebration."
Unfortunately, I don't have their photo, I was on the wrong side
I'm not particularly religious but a big shout out to St. Mary's in Abergavenny for being so supportive of our little community yesterday and hosting the events in their grounds...
Check out the video link in yesterdays posting "Pride of Abergavenny" for a better view of the flag and my lovely town...🌈🌞
2017 Montréal LGBTQ Parade (pride parade - fierte) held on August 20th.
For more info please visit their page at www.fiertemontrealpride.com/en/pride/
The globe and mail: "Justin Trudeau marched with his Irish counterpart in Montreal’s Pride parade on Sunday, marking the first time a foreign head of government has joined a prime minister in a Canadian Pride celebration."
Unfortunately, I don't have their photo, I was on the wrong side
This is 1 of 3 logos I worked on a few days ago, and these are the stories behind them....
POC-LGBTQ+
✊The raised clenched fist has for years been a symbol of solidarity and support, the more commonly used black power fist or black lives matter fist is more commonly used for those part of or in support of the Black lives matter movement (not to be confused with the organization) to show solidarity and support for black lives which also extends to IPOC (indigenous, people of color) lives too!.
✊Many people seem to forget that intersectionality exists, and that there are more than just one ethnicity, more than one gender identity within the LGBTQ+ community. As diverse and beautiful as the BIPOC (Black indigenous people of color) community is, so is too the diversity in the LGBTQ+ community, many forget that those of the BIPOC community have in the past and today continue to fight for not just their right to exist equally and with equity just like everyone else, ethnically but also to be seen as human beings outside their own personal groups, and within these subgroups. In layman's terms, my fight is their fight, and their fight is mine.