Today's Document

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Sade Olutola
YOU ARE THE REASON
Not today Justin
dirt enthusiast
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Peter Solarz
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Andulka

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Xuebing Du

pixel skylines
hello vonnie
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
we're not kids anymore.

Origami Around
Keni

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@apocalypse-calypso
“If men could get pregnant, abortion would be free” men CAN get pregnant and they’re treated worse than women who can get pregnant
oh folks really don't like being asked to consider trans men
I will regret this and shouldn't make wheels at 2am but
This tumblr sexyman is your son!
Are you proud of him
yes!
somewhat
I shouldn't be but yes
No
NO.
I'm disowning him
I am scared of him
Results
(sorry if your favourite is not in this poll, I went mostly off the contenders from this year's poll and the classics)
@notsofrozt @glitchyko
this is like 50% of tumblr’s user base summarized
Adding "you would be friends with Hitler if he liked vocaloid" to that same list as "y'all would fuck a fence if it was white"
i love trans men’s voices sm
just me, the terrible fanfiction i write and the single person who comments on it against the world
happy pride do you ever think about the we are golden single cover
drag him
men really be like “well this woman has studied this subject her whole life, and i am a man, so we have equal knowledge on this”
it’s ok you could have just said “i hate men”
okay, i hate men
[“I was off to see Eric, my on-and-off boyfriend of three years. He was having friends ’round to celebrate moving out of his parents’ home and into his first apartment. Halfway through our ride there, my Nokia cell phone rang. Eric was on the other end. A string of panicked sentences made their way through the airwaves.
“I don’t know how to cook the chicken! I don’t know what to do! People are arriving in an hour! It was a stupid idea to have people over! I should never have done this! This was your dumb idea!”
Gray streets of Brussels flashed by. I quietly listened and took in the information. Gradually, a picture started to form in my head. Eric, a man who believed that meals were not real meals if they did not contain protein of a formerly alive kind, had bought chicken to make for dinner but did not know how to cook it. I had been a vegetarian since I was eight. Clearly, I didn’t know how to cook chicken, either. I was pretty sure this had been his initiative, not mine. But that’s not what I said.
“There is absolutely no need to worry. It’s all going to be completely fine. I can make the chicken when I arrive. Couldn’t be easier. What else do you have in the fridge? Have you prepared anything?” I asked.
Dessert, the answer came back, a little calmer this time. If I felt exasperation, I didn’t let the feeling live for more than a nanosecond. Patience, reassurance, and love were what I knew I should give, and that’s what I expressed.
“Amazing,” I chirpily said into the phone. “I love it when you make that. Okay. Don’t worry about the rest. I will figure something out to go with the chicken and make some sides when I arrive. I have pesto with me. We can do something with that. So delicious.”
His mood shifted: I could almost hear it lift. He was totally calm now. The panic had gone. His voice was slower; it had gone back to a cadence that suggested a more relaxed, happy state of mind.
“Are you good? Sorry you had that scare,” I continued, bringing my task to a secure conclusion. “I will be there very shortly.”
He muttered acquiescence, possibly thanks. “I can’t wait to see you,” I finished, and pressed the button to end the call.
I put the phone back in my lap, my shoulders dropped, and I breathed out, letting go of some of the anxiety I had been suppressing and feeling relief that I had contained the situation. In my head, I hadn’t even arrived at the part of how I was going to cook this dinner. I had absolutely no idea what to do with raw chicken, the very fleshy peachy vision of which was enough to make my stomach turn. But that wasn’t the point. The point was rather getting my boyfriend to feel good, calm, and collected again. What was important—I had known immediately upon picking up the phone—was conveying that the situation was under control to him, even if it wasn’t yet. The concrete cooking activity ahead was truly secondary.
I looked at my mother. She smiled. That’s when I remember her saying it: “You are an excellent man manager. You handled that brilliantly. I couldn’t be more impressed.”
Man manager, I repeated back to myself after she said it. I turned my body in the passenger seat toward her. I had never heard the term, and I had no conscious idea it was something I should be striving toward, let alone something I had been performing. But I felt the glow of the compliment, and some kind of a shift in her words, a complicity, perhaps even a new form of respect.
We moved on to discuss ways to cook chicken and what to do with the pesto. She told me about timing and oven temperatures, and even how I should handle the chicken to cut it. My mother incidentally also didn’t eat meat, for health reasons, but she had learned how to prepare it and cook it to make the stomachs of the people around her happy.
As unremarkable as it may sound, I never forgot the pesto chicken man manager exchange between my mother and me. Today, it’s clear to me that this is the first time I can pinpoint the emotional labor I performed, as a part of my gender and to the benefit of a man, explicitly being acknowledged and elevated.”]
rose hackman, from emotional labor: the invisible work shaping our lives and how to claim our power, 2023
in 2026 let’s start actually noticing and taking seriously the true scale and impact of jkrs transmisogyny and how she’s been funneling decades of royalties and ip owner cash directly into anti trans lobbying thats been making the uk hell while gradually worsening conditions elsewhere through impacting the zeitgeist
not to be a joyless hag but I've started seeing genderbent "yuri" shipping Markiplier and Ryan Gosling and I can't help but think of someone I recently I unfollowed for posting that they have an easier time caring about genderbent versions of boy characters than regular fictional women
I'm sorry but we don't need Markiplier x Ryan Gosling genderbent yuri discourse. The entire genderbent Markiplier x Ryan Gosling yuri community is probably like three people. There are group chats bigger than this issue. There are ska bands with more members than a fandom this spectacularly niche. Not everything needs to become the subject of a thinkpiece that you use to reflect upon society.
oh sorry I didn't realize complaining about petty nuisances on tumblr dot edu was against the rules now
1) is this yuri of their characters
2) is this rpf yuri
3) can you please direct me to this group chat
4) may I interest anyone here in trolley operators yuri (ava/eva)
5) if I see anyone else discoursing about this ship I will be in their notes. Some of you are fighting with a bloodymary fandom that Does Not Exist
No because beefing with the BloodyMary Genderbender Yuuriship community is so fucking funny to me. We're talking single digit levels of micro-fandom nicheness here. Nearly 3,000 reblogs worth of discourse on a community consisting of like three teenage girls messing around on AO3.
man I can't help you guys if you think this for real about trying to start shit with this one specific fandom
wooow, labour MP btw
Daily reminder to Americans on this website that American war on Iran is bad because Iranians are getting killed not because you can no longer afford going to the movies in the weekends or refill your car 😒
Y'know what, this reminder also includes non-Americans. Let's watch our words and keep the victims of American aggressions in our heart always
white europeans love to pretend like the united states and europe aren’t two cheeks of the same ass
Listen, nobody who's ever opened a history book says we didn't do that shit first. Pick an atrocity and chances are there was a time europeans did it on mass to someone for the sake of profit. The difference, is that we have for the most part put that behind us, while the US is just sinking deeper and deeper into it. We're not perfect, and we were a lot worse in the past. But it has been a while since we were the problem
so the racism, antiblackness, islamophobia, and hatred for immigrants just disappeared huh
"its been a while since we were the problem" someone Black was murdered by police violence in Ireland last month
THERE ARE POGROMS HAPPENING AGAINST IMMIGRANTS, MUSLIMS, AND PEOPLE OF COLOR IN IRELAND AND SCOTLAND AS WE SPEAK
happy apollo meets klavier day!!!
+ what will undoubtedly happened tonight:
discussion about right wing radicalisation focuses near-exclusively on men becoming white nationalists but i wonder how it might manifest elsewhere. like, imagine a heavily online subculture of mostly women and they're dedicated to rooting out degeneracy, maintaining a rigid social order, refusing to acknowledge scientific consensus, being violently paranoid of a dehumanised other, adhering to exclusively eurocentric standards of beauty and politically dedicated to exterminating a minority group (possibly one that was already historically targeted for genocide). that'd be fuckin crazy lol
normal thing you say to complete strangers when your brain isn't cooked ^_^
It's amazing how you made a post saying radfems are just like nazis, and then someone went into the comments to call you a slur to prove it.