What gay men give to the world. A-yup.
On the second one.
There’s this one gay club I go to that actually has a problem of straight guys going there to dance with girls. I guess these guys don’t understand that girls can also be gay, because they assume that any girls at the club are there with their gay guy friends.
So one night I was out on the dance floor, and I see this guy. He’s like over six-foot, at least, all beefed-up, muscle shirt, looks kindof like a douchebag. And he’s just circling the dance floor, in one continuous loop, looking at the crowd like a predator, and it’s creeping me the fuck out.
It’s creeping me out enough that I don’t immediately realize what’s going on nearby. Some girl has attracted one of the Assholes, who has proceeded to begin grinding on her. She’s pushing him away, telling him to get lost. He’s pulling that whole, “come on, don’t be a bitch” spiel, and generally just not getting the message.
BAM. Suddenly, the prowling guy swoops in, like some sort of Gay Avenger. He shoves himself between the girl and the Asshole, grabs the Asshole by the hips, and starts dirty dancing him like a God-damned fuck machine. Asshole completely flips his shit, like how DARE another man try to dance with him at a GAY BAR???, starts spitting curses, and tears ass off the dance floor and out onto the sidewalk.
The Gay Avenger turns back to the girl, inclines his head in an, “are you okay?” sort of gesture. She nods, and he returns to his previous position of circling the dance floor, looking for his next target.
Told this story to some guys upstairs. Apparently Gay Avenger is a regular there.
|what Moffat says:||"It is important you don’t turn it into a fanfest. We can’t make this all about looking backwards."|
|what he means:||i'd rather spend an hour wanking about how fabulous a writer i supposedly am then actually celebrate the history and last fifty years of this amazing show, did i mention that i'm oh so clever?|
This is a world in which multinational corporations have become the true power, and every major political move is guided from the shadows. Police are almost nonexistent; hired guns and corporate thugs keep the peace…or break it.
A world where vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, and perhaps other, more secretive creatures, exist and thrive in the darkened streets. A world where human Hunters fight back against these creatures of the night.
A world where trains, airships, solar-powered clockwork contraptions, and gunpowder guns exist alongside computers, energy weapons, internal combustion engines, and cybernetics.
A world where a new version of the internet has emerged: a fully immersive virtual reality that users can ‘jack’ themselves into, called Reality 2.0. A world where the mysterious and lethal daemons haunt Reality 2.0, and only the most skilled of hackers and most secure of corporations can survive within.
A world where Runners and Hackers thrive, and information is more valuable than coin or credit.
A world where Death lives in cyberspace.
You stand on the dingy streets looking to a skyline nearly eclipsed by the buildings of major corporations. People move through the streets and avoid the traffic with little regard for each other. This is a city that never sleeps, this is a city that knows no peace. The police would rather go home alive than actually do work. The Rangers have become little more than company men, killing at their master’s call. This is Gabrielstown; we lovingly call it Deathstown.
Miami Police Department Bomb Squad arm patch. Yes, that’s their actual motto. - Imgur
Impressive, thoroughly researched visual history of 150 years of photographic portrayal of lesbians and queer women. Also see Venus with Biceps, a visual history of muscular women.