creatureofgrimm:I don’t think people understand

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I don’t think people understand that the NSFW ban on tumblr was due to SESTA/FOSTA and if you want your tiddies back on tumblr or whatever you have to start caring about sex workers and the legislation that effects them

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The last time I played Puck, the director was a huge freak about not letting us wear shoes on stage because it would “ruin the look”, but we all kept eating shit, and instead of just letting us wear skintone dance shoes or something with grip, motherfucker poured Pepsi on the floor so it’d be sticky and we had to schlorp around. I fucking hate you, David.

Why couldn’t this have been a one time I dreamt

Coking the stage (mopping it with diluted soda so it’s a little sticky) is a legitimate low-budget tactic for slick floors, but he just poured so much Pepsi on the floors that for about a whole week, it was audible.

Maybe the course of true love would run a little fucking smoother if we didn’t have to ford your Pepsi river, DAVID.

OH MY GOD I once skated in a ROLLER DERBY BOUT where they did the same thing. They had heard of coking a stage, and so instead of doing that, they slopped undiluted generic Coke flavor concentrate around with a mop until it was an eighth of an inch thick in a layer.

It was like skating through wet Elmer’s glue. We pulled the paint up from the floors. We could not use toe stops to start; you could not push off and roll because the tacky syrup would bog your wheels down and pull you to a stop in no time. We innovated a method of starting by jumping forward. It was a brutal slog, and it ruined all of our wheel bearings. I had a bottle of rubbing alcohol and we used the whole thing at halftime just trying to get the shit out of our jammers’ wheels. I was finding fragments of the paint from that floor in my bag YEARS later. 

It was the most brutal thing I’ve ever had to cope with. 

The afterparty was lit, though. 

the fair

Took yesterday off work to go to the county fair with Dude's nephew and mother. Dude's mom doesn't ride on rides, it's like a facet of her personality that she Does Not Enjoy that sort of thing, and so taking an 11-year-old on a roller coaster is something she's got to enlist help to do.
(Said child's mother was a complete junkie for rides. My dude, her little brother, was terribly wimpy about them, and she bullied him into riding them sometimes but mostly it wound up being her and Dude's late dad riding the double ferris wheel until they puked, while lil' Dude and his mom went and got snacks and maybe he rode the carousel by himself.)

So Dude got his hair cut short a while back, and ever since then has had to confront the fact that he resembles his father strikingly, which somehow with long hair he did not, so noticeably anyway. His nephew's resemblance to his own baby and kid photos has been much remarked-upon (the nephew would sometimes get confused. "Grammy, this picture is me but I don't remember doing this." "Oh, that's because it's not a photo of you.") and it was deeply uncanny how similar they looked to one another at the same age. Well, now, with short hair in similar haircuts, and both wearing sunglasses yesterday, it was eerie again-- they look very similar to one another now.
Dude admitted it was really strange for him, because while all the women of his mother's family have strong resemblances-- his mom, his mom's sister, his own sister, his mom's sister's daughters, all look enough like one another for people to pick it out. "You must be related to X, you look like her, even though we've never met, I know who you are."
(I get that sort of thing a lot.)
But Dude had no brothers, and his dad had no brothers, and so his cousins on that side only sort of resemble him. (He has discovered to his great relief that he inherited his father's hairline, which is just like his cousins' on that side-- not his mother's father's, which old wives' tales always predict-- his mother's father had the monk-style baldness, but his father's people keep their thick hair and just grow extra forehead over the years, which is what he's doing. Better a fivehead than the combover, he figures.)

This is a lot of parentheses, sorry. Anyhow, here's some photos.

from the back, and

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