“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene
Holy shit Ma, when did I grow up?
All this talk of nostalgia prompted me to go back on facebook where I found these pictures of myself from 9th grade and so I paired them with similar pictures taken of me two days ago just to see what the difference was.
It made me realize that I am proud of who I was, but I’m really proud of who I am becoming.
Tracey is pretty!!!
What Would You Do?: A transgender woman is insulted by a man at a diner. This is a really great segment they did where a trans woman, played by a real trans woman, is insulted and ridiculed by a man (played by an actor, of course) while she serves him at a diner. You’d be surprised at how many people butted in to defend her.
So much faith in humanity restored.
Fucking great how they supported her.
I may need to watch this show more often.
well, this is beautiful
That last guy though. He was going to sit there for as long as it took to make sure Kevin didn’t attack Carmen. He even said he had a good catholic upbringing. Catholics aren’t really known for their acceptance, and for him to not only defend her, but protect her, is just…wow.
I have a single bottle of wine and I miss you.
instead of sitting there not kissing me u should be kissing me
|(I am working a morning shift at a cafe. We are serving breakfast. A little boy and his mother enter the cafe.)|
|Me:||“So, what will it be?”|
|Child:||“I WISH TO DEVOUR THE UNBORN.”||(There is a sudden silence and everyone turns to look. The mother looks very embarrassed.)|
|Mother:||“Eggs… he would like some eggs…”|
My dad said he had a really expensive habit when he was twenty… Called a girlfriend. And all I could think was
Write that bitch a sonnet. Bitches love sonnets.
i forget how gay i am until i see a girl and then i’m kinda like, oh, right.