The Day Keith Haring Died, 2012. Acrylic, Gouache, Collage on Wood. 8.5”x11”
I was just thinking about a conversation I had Tuesday night. While having dinner with a VP from MERCK, I asked him what HIV medication’s MERCK manufactures. He told me they make CRIXIVAN and I told him I used to take that. We discussed CRIXIVAN and other HIV related issue’s. I don’t have his contact information, but if I did I would ask him to please thank his colleagues who are responsible for making that drug. Before CRIXIVAN I didn’t know if I would live or die. A few days or weeks after taking CRIXIVAN my body began to blossom and I could actually think about living.
I am so grateful to Merck and so many other pharmaceutical companies. I know that’s not a popular POV, but I watched too many friends die during a time when, for far too long, no one did anything to help them. And I have several close friends who are not dead, who are living long and wonderful lives because of those medications. And I don’t care why those companies developed those drugs - profits, whatever - I don’t give a fuck. At a time - and I’m talking in the 1990s now, we’re not going way back in time - when this large city where I live had only had one dentist that would treat people with HIV, these companies were doing their R&D and they were saving lives. Lives that everyone else seemed to find fairly expendable. So thank you from me too, Merck.
When the Nazi concentration camps were liberated by the Allies, it was a time of great jubilation for the tens of thousands of people incarcerated in them. But an often forgotten fact of this time is that prisoners who happened to be wearing the pink triangle (the Nazis’ way of marking and identifying homosexuals) were forced to serve out the rest of their sentence. This was due to a part of German law simply known as “Paragraph 175” which criminalized homosexuality. The law wasn’t repealed until 1969.
This should be required learning, internationally.
You need to know this. You need to remember this. This is not something to swept under the carpet nor be forgotten.
Never. Too many have died for the way they have loved. That needs stop now.
Make it stop?
I did a report on this in my World History class my sophomore year of high school. It was incredibly unsettling.
My teacher shown the class this. Mostly everyone in the class felt uncomfortable.
I have reblogged this in the past, but it is so ironic that it comes across my dash right now. I a currently working as a docent at my city’s Holocaust Education Center (( I say currently because I’ve also done research and translation for them )) and our current exhibit is one on loan from the United States Holocaust Memorial Museum ((USHMM)). This is a little known historical fact that Paragraph 175 was not repealed after the war and those convicted under Nazi laws as a danger to society because they were gay were not released because they had be convicted in a court of law. There was no liberation or justice for them as they weren’t considered criminals, or even victims for that matter. They were criminals who remained persecuted and ostracized and kept on the fringes of society for decades after the war had been won. Paragraph 175 wasn’t actually repealed until 1994. And it was only in May 2002, that the German parliament completed legislation to pardon all homosexuals convicted under Paragraph 175 during the Nazi era. History has forgotten about these men and women — please educate yourselves so this does not happen again. Remember this history. Remember them.
"Don’t wait. Writers are the only artists I know of who expect to get somewhere by waiting. Everyone knows you have to dance to be a dancer, you have to sing to be a singer, you have to act to be an actor, but far too many people seem to believe that you. don’t have to write to be a writer. So, instead of writing, they wait. Isaac Asimov said it beautifully in just six words: “It’s the writing that teaches you.” Writing is what teaches you. Writing is what leads to “inspiration.” Writing is what generates ideas. Nothing else-and nothing less. Don’t meditate, don’t do yoga, don’t do drugs. Just write."
This was taken in Australia. Three separate things happening at once: On the left, fireworks exploded as part of Australia Day celebrations. In the middle, it’s Comet McNaught. Then on the right, there’s lightning from a thunderstorm far away.
i dont care if this has nothing to do with the blog its just sick
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oh my god this is so cool
i love the oceans, i love the clear blue skies. i love big bridges, i love when great whites fly. i love the whole world, and all its sights and sounds. boom de ah dah, boom de ah dah.