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Two pictures with the exact same face.
But, in one photo you see a girl and in the other one - a guy.
The fact is that this face was created on computer by mixing male and female face features, which gave this androgynous face. With a change of contrast, our brain recognizes the face on the left as being a female one, while on the second photo, where contrast is higher, our brain recognizes it to be a male’s face. For me, this is the best optical illusion of the century.
“Dear Mr. Romney” - a spoken word poem by @anne-belle
Dear Mr. Romney,
I figured it out around the third grade
Around the time I was first called a “chink”
I realized that I was more than just yellow peril
That because I was more attracted to Mulan than Shang
That I was another kind of peril, too
I was taught that it’s wrong, that I’m wrong
And that I deviated from the very laws of nature
I was dangled over the lake of fire by someone else’s god
And spat at with fire and brimstone
Welts on my skin, pulsing with shame and swelling with humiliation
I was taught that real love and marriage is between a man and a womyn
And that anything else is a sin
Mr. Romney,
Don’t ask don’t tell still exists, you know
Because people like you pretend that people like me aren’t real
And everyone is considered straight until proven L G B T fucking Q
And coming out is a risk of losing everyone and everything
As fear and anxiety is dissolved into my being queer
Like acid meandering down my crooked spine
And the crooked minds of others
Like a river, polluted with homophobia
Saturated with ignorance, the precipitate is hate
And this “solution” is actually the problem
Can’t you see?
Mr. Romney,
It happens all the time
It’s become a part of the world we live in,
This homophobia is the smog we breathe, destroying our insides
Our hearts become someone else’s “morality”
It’s stitched into the fabric of society
A single thread hidden in this sick, disgusting tapestry
Impossible to find, and so many people like you don’t even mind it
Mr. Romney,
Every twisted word that escapes from your mouth
Is the fiber of a taught noose
The metal of a cold bullet
That last pill, cut, drink, you should know the list
And because of this
I can feel the atmospheric pressure weighing down on me
The culture of invisibility surrounding me, ambushing me
Stressing and compressing me
To remain silent, to be anything but who I really am
Mr. Romney,
Even with things like “It Gets Better,” I feel like it’s only getting worse
Like as long as the sun shines and the moon glows
And the stars are considered the heavenly host
I’ll be seen as a sinner, unnatural
A “faggot,” unclean
I’ve been told that a good fuck might fix me
I’ll be considered a disease,
Contaminating America’s children and future generations
Because some straight person decided that LGBTQ would be a choice
Taking away my humanity, my being, my experience, and my fucking voice
But let me tell you this, Mr. fucking Romney
If you’re going to play god and lord over my life
You better be prepared, because I’m ready to act, speak, fight, fight, fight
Fight for everything I never had and everything that’s been taken away
Because I want America’s children and future generations to live a better way
I’m waiting for the day
When people live in love, peace, harmony, acceptance
Not hate and intolerance
Because the should-be fact is
That America stands for life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness
And I will not let you steal that from me, too
This is amazing
Reblogging again because it’s still amazing.
