A few months ago, physicist Harold White stunned the aeronautics world when he announced that he and his team at NASA had begun work on the development of a faster-than-light warp drive. His proposed design, an ingenious re-imagining of an Alcubierre Drive, may eventually result in an engine that can transport a spacecraft to the nearest star in a matter of weeks — and all without violating Einstein’s law of relativity.
HOLY SHIT WARP DRIVE IS PLAUSIBLE AGAIN
There needs to be a bar or club or something that when you walk in there’s a rack of different color wristbands with words like “I looking for-“
- no one
So that everyone would know who’s looking for who.
"Hey that girl is cute. And her wristband says she’s also looking for a girl. Sweet!”
"He’s cute, but his wristband says girls. Oh well."
you are the future
Asked by Anonymous
Well I can obviously only speak from personal experience so I am just gonna lay it out for you with how I came to terms with it:
I was weirded out at first. I will not lie about that. I was dating a man for many months so I thought so it was weird for me and hard to accept. It too several months for me to understand. Why would someone want to do that? How could someone feel that way? And then the big question: what does that say about me?
What does that say about me? I knew I had been attracted to both men and women but this is obviously a bit of a different scenario. I never labeled myself as bisexual because it didn’t seem fitting even from the beginning. So I researched a lot and found out about pansexuality. Now this is not to say that she needs to label herself. Fuck that. By all means just love who you love and don’t feel a need to label it.
The next step I went through was an understanding that this wasn’t about me. This was not my place to judge or tell her no. In order for her to be happy she needed to transition (may or may not be your case). She was miserable all of the time. So about a year after her coming out she had been looking into how much HRT would cost and was getting very depressed with the results. We wanted to make sure it wouldn’t give her liver damage and that it was a reputable doctor. So when she found her current doctor I did our finances and pushed her to go in for a consultation.
The last thing has been accepting we will not have kids (I don’t know if you have any or want any). I come from a very large extended family and WANT kids but I knew if we waited for her to transition until after we were ready for kids and I became pregnant she would hate life. I didn’t want her to despise me for not letting her start hormones as soon as she could. So she started them and I have just had to accept the fact that we will never have biological children together.
Now this is my story and this is what I take away from it: It wasn’t about me. It isn’t about your wife. She needs to understand that if she wants to be with you, she has to be with YOU, the real you. It will take time (everyone is different) but if she wants to make it work she is going to have to accept you. And saying you can’t transition for her to stay with you is not accepting the real you. This isn’t about her anymore. If family can’t accept it, they aren’t worth it. I wish I could tell you that people will be fine with it but not everyone is. We were terrified of both of our families reaction but surprisingly have received no hate. We were very fortunate for this. But other people aren’t so fortunate. And I wish I could tell you that everything will be fine, but it may not be. But if people don’t accept it and accept you, then they aren’t worth being in your life. It will be hard to cut people out especially because it may be people that are very close to you. But you can’t not be who you are.
So my advice to her about her anxiety is this: realize that it is not about you anymore. A relationship is not about you. It is about love and understanding and acceptance. It isn’t about you. You have to let your partner be who they really are or you aren’t really accepting them and then what does that make your relationship? Not what a relationship should be.
My fiancee is fucking amazing
So at some point in the 1950s or 1960s — some put the date exactly at1966 — the Philadelphia Police Department started to refer to the day after Thanksgiving as “Black Friday,” with the unrealistic hope that people would find the whole shebang distasteful and opt out of the collective consumer madness. At a minimum, it was a derisive way to describe an unpleasant day in the life of a Philly cop.
“It was not a happy term.” retail scholar Michael Lisicky told CBS Philly in 2011. “The stores were just too crowded, the streets were crowded, the buses and the police were just on overcall and extra duty.”
The term took off in a big way, but not for the reasons the cops hoped. By the 1980s,the idea gained steam that “Black Friday” was named after retailers trying to hop into the black, according to The Telegraph.
Then, somewhere along the way, Corporate America joyfully co-opted the phrase for their own purposes. Behold, modern-day repurposing