Adventuregrind

Reblog if you wouldn't mind some curious anons

A blue mycena mushroom.

Mario Carreño Morales, Agua (Water), 1947

part of an exquisite corpse

pen and ink

The first Glastonbury (it was called the Pilton Pop blues and folk…) festival (1970)

Summer Fields by Maya Beano

oh hey look a locket from when I was little!

i wonder whats inside i-

Dear straight parents:

Why do you hate my girlfriend so much; when you know we love each other? Why do you act like we are “too obsessed with each other” when we talk maybe 60% as much as my sister talks to her boyfriend? Why do you let my sister’s boyfriend sleep at our house, but when my girlfriend visited from out of town, you made her pay to stay at a hotel for 6 nights because you didn’t want her around my siblings? Why didn’t you let me at least stay at the hotel with her? Why did you forbid us from entering our house, and from meeting my siblings?

Why did you ask us to not hold hands or kiss when we walked around the neighborhood, “because there are kids around”? Why do you keep repeating over and over that you aren’t homophobic, and reminding me that your best friend in college was gay? Do you realize how cliché you sound, and how hurtful it is that you’d rather keep risking hurting your daughter than reassess your actions?

Why did you embarrass me in front of my therapist? Why did you laugh and say that you didn’t think I was actually gay, and I needed more “data points”? Why do you force me to come out to you over and over again, “I’m a lesbian. I don’t like boys. I’m going to marry a girl”?? Why do you bring up my relationship with my ex-boyfriend, and say that since I dated him, I couldn’t be gay? Do you know how much I regret dating a boy, and how scarred I am by the sexual things we did??

Why do you do those things? Why do you pull out thousands of dollars from my bank account because you’re “afraid of me running away”?? Why did you pull me out of college when you found out I was gay and clinically depressed from all the homophobic things you said? Is it because you love me? Because if you loved me, you would want to know what I needed, and you would’ve listened to me when I cried and cried and begged you to let me go to school. I don’t think people do these things to people they love. I should never have to prove myself worthy of my parents’ love.

Sincerely, Your lesbian daughter