Queer and Trans Tango ‘is a new way to dance Argentine tango free from traditional heteronormative codes.’ It is ‘simply an open form of Tango Argentino where roles are no longer defined by “male/leader” “female/follower” but by any form desired by the dancers. During the dance, leading and following roles can be interchanged but even – within the roles themselves, creative new approaches can be used to break the traditional steps.’ (from www.queertango.com/)
Blue waves produced by bioluminescent phytoplankton: Vaadhoo Island in the Maldives, Florida Everglades, and Lakshadweep Islands off India.
The most adorable and touching track in the entire movie.
One of my absolute favorite animated movies ever.
How to Train Your Dragon (2010)
Oh my god are you kidding me. If this is just the Beta, I really want to see the full version. I just sat here spellbound for 25 minutes and I wasn’t even playing this game.
Ugh this is truly fantastic.
Oh my gosh this is beautiful!
The controls look as though they feel very fluid and intuitive, too…
The only words I have for this is “Oh my fucks.” I will give this game all my money if it encourages studios to get more artsy with their visual design.
Sign me the fuck up.
Alie arrived at our 1st-grade classroom wearing a sweatshirt with a hood. I asked her to take off her hood, and she refused. I thought she was just being difficult and ignored it. After breakfast we got in line for art, and I noticed that she still had not removed her hood. When we arrived at the art room, I said: “Allie, I’m not playing. It’s time for art. The rule is no hoods or hats in school.”
She looked up with tears in her eyes and I realized there was something wrong. Her classmates went into the art room and we moved to the art storage area so her classmates wouldn’t hear our conversation. I softened my tone and asked her if she’d like to tell me what was wrong.
“My ponytail,” she cried.
“Can I see?” I asked.
She nodded and pulled down her hood. Allie’s braids had come undone overnight and there hadn’t been time to redo them in the morning, so they had to be put back in a ponytail. It was high up on the back of her head like those of many girls in our class, but I could see that to Allie it just felt wrong. With Allie’s permission, I took the elastic out and re-braided her hair so it could hang down.
“How’s that?” I asked.
She smiled. “Good,” she said and skipped off to join her friends in art.
‘Why Do You Look Like a Boy?’
You, madam, are my hero.
Part of my collection.
Most lovely thing I’ve seen all week.
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