I feel very much like I’m in a “If you don’t take down time to rest, the system will schedule it at the system’s convenience and not yours” kind of state.
Or however that post goes. I’ve felt this coming all week and I;m not going to get any time for recharging until my mom’s friend leaves our house.
She’s spent more nights on my new mattress than I have.
This child who came to my house tonight is literally the funniest human being on the planet. She complimented me on having both lollipops and mini Three Musketeers available because “a lot of houses these days don’t give you a fruit flavor option.” She was very solemn about this.
I just felt these tags were too important not to add @blacksasuke
Raise your hand if you’ve ever heard “Black people don’t need sunscreen because they don’t burn.”
Raise your other hand if you were today years old when you found out that not only is that not true, but Black people are more likely than white people to die of skin cancer, because they’re told they don’t need to take precautions, sunburn doesn’t visually appear as quickly on Black skin even as the damage is being done, and then doctors aren’t taught what skin cancer looks like on Black people so by the time they catch it, it’s too fucking late.
I’ve been singing that song for a while tbh. It’s amazing how many times I’ve brought up sunscreen or skin screenings with a dermatologist, and women I know don’t realize they also could develop sun cancer.
If you’re reading this and you’re black, please I am begging you look up what melanoma and the other skin cancers look like on darker skin. It’s on the internet, it’s a quick google search, please do it now while it’s in your mind.
And once you’ve done that give yourself a full body check-over. Remember to include around your eyes, the back of your neck, and the part in your hair. Also! Please make an appointment with a dermatologist in your area (check reviews online to find one who is comfortable checking you) and go see them.
Skin cancer is very treatable if it’s caught early. However it can be very serious and often deadly if it isn’t. Take! This! Seriously! If you’re black you still have skin, and you can still get skin cancer! You really do owe it to yourself to know what to look for, and to check yourself on a monthly basis. It could genuinely be the difference between life and death.
Hey, so both my father and my FIL are skin cancer survivors, so in addition to the advice above:
Please wear sunscreen, even on cloudy days, anytime when you’re going to be in the sun for more than 20m to half an hour. This includes being in a car! Car windows are UV-blocking to an extent but I did get a sunburn on my hands driving down to SF last year for my wife’s surgery. While you can buy sunscreen with an SPF up to 100, anything over 50 is probably not functionally different, and costs a lot more. Bullfrog is really good; it’s been my favorite brand since I was a kid.
Please wear hats! Scalps burn and scalp burns are wretched. A good hat will cover your ears and the back of your neck. There’s a reason white people wear bucket hats and it’s not just because some of us have no damn fashion sense. My dad had the majority of his scalp taken off and skin grafts done due to skin cancer. Do not fuck around with scalp burns, friends.
Yes, your fingers and toes can burn. Put sunscreen on the tops of your feet if you’re wearing sandals, put it on the backs of your hands. If for no other reason, do it because the skin on your hands gets neglected and it’ll make you look older faster if your hands ‘look old.’
It’s super important once you’re 40 or so to have a dermatologist check you over once a year, especially if you’ve ever had a 2nd degree sunburn (a sunburn where your skin blistered/bubbled). 2nd degree sunburns hugely raise your skin cancer risk. It’ll be a mildly annoying appointment where you wear a lil paper gown and the doctor checks your entire body and kind of makes a record of any moles, and then compares it to last year. You still need to check yourself monthly, and have someone else look you over anywhere you can’t see yourself, but if you just go once a year and schedule your next appointment when you finish your current one, you’ll be in good shape.
I hope this isn’t out of line, and if it is, I apologize. I just know this is the kind of stuff that I got drilled into me by my family and my family doctor since I was young due to being pale unto translucence, and skin cancer is so so so wretched, I would not wish it on my worst enemy.
For those who were wondering WHERE is this, it’s the “Quartier Gay” at Montréal (province of Québec, in Canada)
🤎❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
It’s a really cool city and I love living there ngl
I miss the gay balls… I walked under them to get my groceries for two years. I confessed to my first girlfriend while walking under them. They made me feel at home in the Village and proud to be queer.
This whole thing was installed in summer 2011. The first few years, they were all pink, but in 2017 they got updated to the rainbow version from the picture. The installation was supposed to be temporary, but everyone loved it so much that they kept putting it back every summer for nine years . In the end, Claude Cormier (the artist) asked to have it taken down so other artists could use the space.
They sold the rows of balls to the public in 2019, and my mom actually got me one! It’s one of my favorite things I own.
lmao some swifties went and offered tlaloc (Aztec rain god) a friendship bracelet asking him to stop the rainstorms during the Taylor concerts in Mexico 😹
what’s the first “cinematic equivalent to taking a roundhouse kick directly to the sternum” childhood movie experience you remember having? (If you reblog tell me the year you were born in the tags!!)
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