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Panoramic view look I’ll make it all manageable

finally someone let me outta my cage

shlimazel sketch-compilation

various sketches of my ocs anshel and esther, made in different times...oh when will they finally have a reference

unfinished doodle of rider blaze and flye trap my versions of g3 heath and venus. they’re besties who speak out against things like climate change, pollution, deforestation

I love just poking and pinching at my boyfriend's face, idk y he's just so cute and touchable

how would them boyz react to that?

Abner: “i,,i like this uhm,” he’s so touch starved that just you touching his face makes him extremely happy, it definitely helps that his face is very soft and warm <3

Kurt: “what…what are you doing” he’s not annoyed just confused, he starts doing the same to you, it ends up just being a little thing you do as a form of affection to each other

Murdoc: “ah, tiny hands my only weakness” he finds it cute, actually, at first it annoyed him but he eventually got used to it, though he wouldn’t admit that he finds comfort in your touch after a long day

Lonny: he’s like a puppy dog, he just kinda looks up at you with his big eyes as you squish his face

Thomas: “what are you doing?? Why do you keep touching me? is this affection??” he won’t admit it to your face but he likes it, he feels honoured you’d want to give him any form of affection

Bob: starts crying because he’s overwhelmed with positive emotions

Piter: “don’t touch me” he’s like a cat, he hates you when you try to touch his face but then will aggressively demand affection after

Johnson: just let’s it happen, he doesn’t mind it nor does he actively enjoy it, he just thinks it’s sweet that you show your love in such a way

Just so we’re clear where this blog stands in light of recent events:

Trans Rights are Human rights

Black lives matter

Abortions should be legal and safe

Healthcare needs to be free

This isn’t even really about politics anymore, because if you disagree on any of these points, our views and moral compasses are so fundamentally different that I want nothing to do with you.

And this isn’t about “earning brownie points” or coming across as woke or some other bullshit.

This is pest control

citizen

Last night they were acting Moliere in Fourteenth Street; Dickens was being played through the auspices of Nigel Playfair. Further uptown, George M. Cohan was unveiling the latest George M. Cohan musical comedy. But Broadway, being eternally curious, turned out in greatest numbers at the Biltmore Theater in Forty-Seventh Street, where the result of Mae West's latest encounter with the drama was being performed. This was the exhibit—play is not precisely the word—with a vaudeville background, whose preliminary trip through the Bronx and Queens had been followed by rumors that here was something that might arouse the police to action.

So began the review by an unnamed theater critic for the Times on October 2, 1928. It appeared, not in the arts section, but following a front-page story about the police ... taking action.

The play was Pleasure Man, a reworking by Mae West of her earlier play The Drag. It dealt not with vaudeville, as the critic said, but burlesque, and finished with a lavish drag ball.

Cops were stationed at all theater exits and just as the play was ending, reserves surrounded the front. When the cast tried to leave, they were arrested—56 in all, including West, who also acted in the show.

Of course this attracted audience members (some in evening dress, the Times noted) from other theaters nearby. The presence of cabs and other cars waiting to pick up theater-goers and actors added to the chaos.

Flashlights exploded as news photographers tried to capture the actors being led into paddy wagons. The police had to make five trips to get everyone to the station house on 47th St., where they were charged with indecency.

By 2:30 in the morning, Actors Equity posted bail. West's was $500, which may have been more than the others because she was doubly guilty, having written the play as well as acted in it. The producer, director, and theater staff were not arrested.

For some reason, the cops let the next day's matinee start, but raided it halfway through and arrested everyone once more. They had their own theatrical flair.

The trial wasn't held until April of 1930, and resulted in a hung jury. By that time West was a star, having triumphed in another play of her own called Diamond Lil. The next year she went to Hollywood.

Top photo: J.D. Doyle via Digital Transgender Archive Second photo: NY Daily News

LOOK AT THEM I LOVE THESE TWO

Americans

Then what is?