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Women enjoying cigars in a Berlin cafe, 1927. An excellent post about the lost lesbian bars of Weimar Berlin can be found here.

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The Lady and the Crow by Anato Finnstark

This artist on Instagram

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The black areas represent the remaining natural dark skies in the United States

I’ve been in the middle of the ocean at night and now live in texas and it is so hard to explain to people that no, they have not ever seen the night sky. It is so hard to explain to people that what they think is a proper night sky is fucking pathetic. A disgrace.

People talk about how you can’t see stars in the city and yeah, that’s true, but their concept of “seeing stars” is being able to make out orion’s belt.

So, so few people have see the sky in all its glory and it’s not sad. It’s a fucking crime. Seeing a perfectly dark night, no clouds, not a hint of light pollution? That’s a fucking religious experience.

The sky the vast vast majority of us grew up with is not the sky that inspired us to look up. It is not the sky that inspired constellations. You can’t even see most constellations.

Your ancestors looked at the night sky and said “surely, that is where the gods must live.” And you might be lucky if you can see hardly more than a handful of stars.

The sky is full, fucking FULL, of stars, and you’ve never seen them.

I remember the first time I saw a properly dark sky and was like ‘oh that’s why it’s called the milky way’ and promptly started to cry

When we were on a field trip to the middle of the red sea, I remember us all crowding at the end of the boat that didn’t have lights and just lying on our backs and staring

When you see a properly dark starscape

You understand why people wrote poems and made up legends and built rockets and said heaven’s in the sky

The universe is infinite. So are the stars

I’m trying to find a picture on google images to show you what I mean and I can’t find any

You think of the night sky like fairy lights on black velvet, but it’s not it’s not it’s like, like, dust in sunlight, like - I can’t find the words.

The stars are everywhere, like sugar, like glitter, like dust. You can’t find the constellations at first, not because you can’t recognise them, but because there’s so many stars you can’t pick out the familiar line of Orion’s belt. The North star has gone from bright familiarity to almost vanishing among a thousand, a hundred thousand, a million other lights. The milky way is a line of light arcing across the sky like a moon-trail on water only infinitely, infinitely bigger.

And for the first time in your life you’ll understand why people call it a dome, because it is, it’s three dimensional in exactly the way a city skyscape isn’t.

You’ll understand why Luthien Tinúviel danced under starlight, not moonlight, why people in a time before we knew the earth was round still looked up and wondered and built telescopes and dreamed about the stars.

The stars are endless and ancient and infinite and you will stand with your head craned back and your rucksack forgotten at your feet and you’ll feel like you’re falling upwards into that great bright sky like it’s calling you home and you’ll wonder how you ever thought the stars were beautiful before tonight when all you’d ever seen were the naked empty skyscapes of your home. And you’ll cry and you’ll spend the rest of your time there gazing up and wondering and imagining what it would be like to stand among those bright silver flecks

And then you’ll come home, and look up, and fall in a different kind of love with that handful of blazing stars to stubborn to be outdone by the whole of human invention, leading you home despite the light pollution and the clouds and the endless bustle of this shrinking planet.

as someone who lives and has always ever lived in that THICK bright red glob on the east coast, i have trouble making out even orion’s belt in the sky sometimes. light pollution is plentiful here. the sky/horizon can get very bright most nights and all you’ll be able to see is jupiter and satellites

the first time i ever saw a hint of the milky way was at an adventure camp at the tip of the chesapeake bay, which if you look closely, that area is green at best. it was a clear winter night and i remember looking up and getting smacked in the face with— IS THAT A LINE OF STARS IN THE SKY?! it was so faint, i had to actually stare and really focus to be able to make it out. but i was so fascinated with it. i didn’t even care about the other shit we were doing, i didn’t care if i looked silly looking way up or if i almost tripped on stairs — i only wanted to look at the stars. there were so so very few of them and they were so spaced out. it was like the worst dot graph in statistics you could possibly get on a paper that barely had any sort of distinguishable pattern to it, but i loved it. it was like drinking liquid gold with glitter inside. it was really like you could just soar up there and touch them, but it was so easy to lose sight of them

i actually used to hate space at one point as a kid; i thought it was pointless to explore or even think about. but as more time goes on and more stars in the sky disappear, i’m convinced it’s just because i’d never really seen the stars. never got to truly experience them. light pollution has definitely gotten worse here just in the past decade and it wasn’t until i was able to see one of the dippers at the age of 10 or so that i realized. oh. space. stars. magic.

but that fascination had truly always been a part of me. that primal fascination of a world beyond ours. even when i disliked space, i still wanted to go to a state park or somewhere the least bit clean to see the stars, and if that — the trip to the adventure camp — was only the beginning, then what does the rest look like to the naked eye? what would it feel like? i can only imagine through pictures on google.

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I want one.

thought that said angels, which is objectively cooler

This post went from cyberpunk dystopia to fantasy revolution real quick

Holy shit take a look at some of the other things on that page that people have made. If the face bedazzling, the specific clothing patterns, the projector that gives you multifaces (like that one keanu reeves movie), or the other crazy masks aren’t a sign of a growing cyberpunk distopia era I don’t know what is.

I wish we didn’t have to live in any dystopian future but I would rather us slowly grow into a cyberpunk one rather than the shitty one we currently have…

Do you realize how important this is though?! Like, the society-wide social upheaval happening in Sudan, Hong Kong, Lebanon, and Iraq will happen in the US. Not ‘might’ - WILL. And all of us will have to make a choice between sitting out or risking our lives against our government. These designers are giving current and future protestors the protections necessary to fight for their rights without governments annihilating their families and their lives and that’s amazing.

Yes it’s dystopic. Reality is too - suck it up. And let’s take these tools and get to fucking protesting

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