I donโt agree with this. Being gay doesnโt make one particular sexual practice right or wrong for everyone. What matters is that people understand their bodies, respect boundaries, and make informed, consensual choices.
My husband and I have been together 34 years and everything you mentioned is what has kept us together. And right now weโre going through a tough time with me medically & that he is taking such good care of me. I have truly been blessed.๐ฅน
Sometimes love feels less like a grand adventure and more like coming home to the person who makes everything feel right. โค๏ธ
They started as two friends with different personalities; one bringing calm, the other bringing chaos. Somewhere between the laughter, late-night conversations, and little moments together, their friendship became something deeper.
They realized they didnโt need to be the same. They just needed to understand each other, support each other, and choose each other every day.
Same heart. Different paths. One love. ๐
I watched a cartoon recently that introduced a gay character, and it got me thinking:
Should childrenโs cartoons be allowed to show LGBTQ+ characters and families, or should those topics be left for parents to explain at home?
Itโs a simple cartoon, but the debate around it is anything but simple. ๐
What do you think?
๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ต๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ด๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฝ๐น๐ฒ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ปโ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ.๐ณ๏ธโ๐๐ณ๏ธโ๐
There are experiences you live through that quietly shape how you move through the world, even years later.
There are parts of being gay that are hard to explain unless youโve actually lived them.
The first crush that felt exciting and terrifying at the same time.
Walking into a room and automatically figuring out who feels safe.
Having to come out again and again to people you just met.
Wondering whether holding someoneโs hand is romantic or risky.
Feeling a rejection hit something much older than the person who just said no.
Those experiences donโt just disappear.
Your subconscious learns from repetition. It learns when to scan, when to hide, when to hold back, and when being fully seen feels like a risk.
And after enough years, those patterns can start to feel like personality.
Theyโre not your natural personality.
Sometimes, theyโre survival patterns.
And what was learned can be rewired.
If this hit you somewhere deep, take it as a sign.๐๐
I used to think a criminal became notorious because he woke up one morning and decided to be evil. John Dillingerโs story was more complicatedโand far darker.
I was born on June 22, 1903, in Indianapolis, Indiana. My mother died when I was only three, and my relationship with my father became difficult after he remarried. As a teenager, I got into trouble, left school, and eventually found myself on the wrong side of the law.
My first serious crime came in 1924, when I participated in an attempted robbery of a grocery store. I was arrested and sentenced to prison. I spent about eight and a half years behind bars.
Prison changed me.
When I walked out in May 1933, I did not return to ordinary life. Within months, I was robbing banks. Then came the gang.
From late 1933 into 1934, my name became associated with a violent string of robberies, weapons thefts and escapes across the Midwest. My gang robbed banks and raided police arsenals, stealing rifles, machine guns, ammunition and bulletproof vests. The FBI later attributed ten deaths and seven injuries to Dillinger and his gang during this perid
But my greatest advantage was movement.
I rarely stayed in one place for long.
After police began closing in, members of my gang traveled through Florida and eventually reached Tucson, Arizona. A hotel fire unexpectedly exposed several gang members, and local police arrested us on January 23, 1934. They found weapons, bulletproof vests and more than $25,000 in cash.
I was sent to the supposedly โescape-proofโ jail in Crown Point, Indiana.
That was another mistake.
On March 3, 1934, I produced what I later claimed was a wooden gun that I had carved. Whether the weapon was actually wood became part of the legend, but it worked. I intimidated the guards, took two machine guns, locked several people inside the jail and escaped.
Then I made the mistake that turned my case into a federal manhunt.
I stole the sheriffโs automobile and drove it across the Indiana-Illinois state line. That made the vehicle theft a federal offense and brought the FBI directly into the hunt.
Chicago became one of my important bases. I moved around with people close to me, including Evelyn โBillieโ Frechette. From Chicago, I eventually went to St. Paul, Minnesota, where I hid in the Lincoln Court Apartments.
But the police were learning my habits.
On March 30, agents surrounded the apartment. Gunfire erupted. My associates fought their way out, and Evelyn and I escaped through a back exit. We later fled to Indiana, where I stayed with my father and half-brother while recovering from a gunshot wound.
This is the whole franchise in one Video. the man in the suit next to the suit that made him a man again. 2008 did not look like the start of an empire. it looked like a guy taking a break next to his homework.
๐ THE MONSTER OF THE DEEP?
This terrifying creature looks like something straight out of a horror movieโbut it isnโt a real animal. Itโs a fictional deep-sea leviathan, inspired by some of the oceanโs most fascinating creatures.
Its massive body and tentacles resemble the giant squid, its glowing features are inspired by deep-sea anglerfish, while its jaws and teeth borrow from powerful marine predators. Its enormous, serpent-like form also reflects ancient sea-serpent and leviathan legends.