Ultimate Self-Injury Recovery Masterpost!
It’s cool to see a post that isn’t ‘don’t hurt yourself in the first place!!’ but is actually giving you geniune, helpful advice for recovery and caring for yourself
BIG PHOTOSETS FOREVER FOR THEY ARE MUCH HARDER TO IGNORE / a lot of these don’t have hi-res versions available, but i still want to post them
This was not an exaggeration. The government ignored the issue of HIV/AIDS for years before anything was done. Gay and Queer communities had to form their own clinics because no government agencies cared for them. Back then, being diagnosed was equivalent to a death sentence or extreme debt and poor quality of life/a significantly shortened lifespan.
Things got so desperate that people literally had “Die-Ins”— in contemporary usage this refers to masses of people simulating death in order to protest something (like the War in Iraq). In this case, however, fatally sick people would literally lie down in public places and protest with what little energy they had left until they died. There is some footage of a church Die-In in the documentary Beyond Stonewall. The middle image here of that person’s jacket is not an extreme political statement; it’s what people had to do because they had no other options.
queer politics aren’t all hrc t-shirts and shiny lobbying. So many people have already forgotten this extremely recent history.
never forget that AIDS actually was originally called “GRID” as in “Gay-Related Immune Deficiency” and it took straight ppl dying from blood transfusions for people to actually consider this a crisis worth fixing.
I was thinking about some of the favourite gigs I’ve been to the other night and this is one of them. It was billed as a poetry event at the Jazz cafe in Camden, but Nick Cave played a set of songs on piano, joined by Warren Ellis and Kylie Minogue. There were only a couple of hundred people there at most - I felt privileged.
"Sad Waters, Black Hair, I Let Love In, Deanna, From Her To Eternity, Nobody’s Baby Now, Into My Arms, Lime Tree Arbour, Lucy, Straight to You… I am proud of these songs. They are my gloomy, violent, dark-eyed children. They sit grimly on their own and do not play with the other songs. Mostly they were the offspring of complicated pregnancies and difficult and painful births. Most of them are rooted in direct personal experience and were conceived for a variety of reasons, but this rag-tag group of love songs are, at the death, all the same thing — life-lines thrown into the galaxies of the divine by a drowning man."
Young David Bowie as “the boy” by Robin Bean for the short movie “The Image” in 1967. Look that close-up on his pretty face.