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Trying to turn my main blog into something I actually like. Slowly the shitposts will go, and slowly the posts I actually like will start coming in. If you want to know me, you may find this post helpful: https://artheartsoul1.tumblr.com/post/177575954330/i-am-anti-terf 24 y/o, xe/xem/xyr, he/him, they/them. Genderfluid, two/multi-spirit i guess. Member of the Osage Nation. Autism, ADHD, Conversion Disorder, wheelchair user. Tiny. Intersectional feminist. Relationship Anarchist. Pagan, trying to work out lot my feelings towards the community (so much appropriation, so much passive aggression, shy af to gods). I work on educating about cultural appropriation in my spare time. I work with local activist groups in idea supplanting. Working on reconstructing Osage religion w/o Christian and New Age influence. I work with animal spirits in a non-appropriative context (don't understand? Ask!) Most issues are shades of grey and morality is in the eye of the beholder. People are onions, you can't erase the past but you can grow a better layer. Ask me stuff or message me, I'm an extrovert. I sometimes take awhile to respond. Thanks for reading this far down!

[khadlja]

all i want is to be well-read, well-spoken, and well-loved.

[in-sumerian-haze]

whatever you think misanthropy is, none of it comes even close to the sheer hatred that the average gentrifier has for all signs of humanity, of life

[mancydrew]

:/ i wish “bad guy” by billie eilish came out 7 years ago :(

[puncromancer]

explain

[mancydrew]

:)

[puncromancer]

[transpichu-remade-deactivated20]

[palaeoplushies]

A rare big boi with pointy claws! Life-size Microraptor gui! I’m auctioning him here: https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/273680125361

[writing-prompt-s]

Tumblr is actually connected to several multiverses. You’re having a conversation with someone on the site when you realise some things don’t add up…

[shittycryptids]

A knife whose handle is another knife

[shittycryptids]

A knife whose handle is another knife

[artheartsoul1]

Mood

[heka-write]

Cultural Appropriation vs Cultural Appreciation

There is a lot of information on tumblr and other news sites about cultural appropriation vs appreciation. I don’t think the line differentiating the two is as clear as most people make it out to be. I thought I’d make a post explaining what I think is the difference, using two examples I’ve seen in TV shows (of Indian culture).

Now, this is purely my opinion based on what I’ve read constitutes cultural appropriation vs appreciation. I could easily be wrong and people are welcome to disagree with me for whatever reason. I’m just explaining what I think is a good example of how TV writers should show other cultures and what I think is a bad example. 

I also don’t think cultural appropriation is the worst offense in the world, I think it’s just something people should make an effort to be conscious of. So I’m not trying to make anyone feel attacked. 

The example I’m going with is the display of Indian and South Asian culture in 90210 and Fuller House. These are both pretty old examples but I think they serve well. 

In 90210, the show has an episode (Season 3 Episode 22: To the Future) with an Indian theme because one of the main characters (Ivy) marries an Indian guy (Raj).

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[artheartsoul1]

I think these are two great examples, and I agree that it’s not “the worst thing in the world”. I think that for me, cultural appropriation is a form of racism (or other -isms), and kind of a gateway drug, in that sense. But there are also forms of cultural appropriation that have sent me into tears (a Native tshirt that showed a warbonnet wearing skeleton that was lying down writhing and *on fire*). It might be exaggerated on the internet, but I think that’s because we don’t have a lot of ways to express and vent our frustration, and we’re always met with it as a “lesser form” of racism and immediately have to deal with angry entitlement, which makes it harder to take it seriously in the first place. It’s like it’s harder to prove in some respects. Does that make sense?

[advanced-procrastination]

If I was ever slated to meet Donald Trump, I’d stuff my pockets with those little hand sanitizer bottles. Every time he’d shake my hand, I’d immediately take one out and squirt the whole bottle. Make a whole spectacle of it, sanitizing my entire right arm. But only after shaking his hand; I’d also be sure to shake the hands of as many other people as possible, but never even think about hand sanitizer until SCROTUS is reaching towards me. Hell, maybe as we’re going in for the shake I’d already have my left hand in my pocket, very dramatically digging for a hand sanitizer so I could be cleaned the moment our hands part. Can you imagine the fucking headlines? The drama? I’d be the target of Turnip’s angry tweets for months. His lapdogs nazis voters would be outraged, screaming obsenities for DARING to attempt voodoo on their god bc they don’t understand cleanliness or germ theory. It would be awesome. I’d be an international hero for washing my hands.

[advanced-procrastination]

I woke up from a dream last night, posted this, then immediately fell back asleep. I’m glad to see it was coherent and well-received. :)

[the-blog-with-the-gerard-pic]

absolutly amazing

[artheartsoul1]

[bubonickitten]

do you think we as a society can finally acknowledge that “this thing didn’t have a name until recently” doesn’t necessarily mean “this thing did not exist until recently” or (worse) “this thing doesn’t exist at all”

[lyricwritesprose]

Let’s also agree that “this thing did not have an English name until recently,” does not necessarily mean it was nameless.

[curseworm]

all jackets should have inside pockets its the best feature and everyone else needs to get on board. whats better than reaching inside ur jacket to retrieve Secret Objects from your Secret Pocket? nothing. nothing. youre gonna store your wallet and weapons and cool rocks you find in your outside pocket? where they can fall out?? where someone can swipe them? like an idiot? get inside pockets

[systlin]

Look I have no problem with aces being part of the community, but historically queer was never used as a slur against them, so as someone who has been called queer as a derogatory insult plenty of times, I'm pretty uncomfortable with them using it. Reclaiming the word queer is fine, but not if it wasn't directed at you in the first place.

Hey.

Quick tip. 

You are not the Queer Pope. You don’t get to decide who is and isn’t queer. 

Also, get off my blog. 

[damnfool-of-a-took]

Not only is anon not Queer Pope, they’re also factually incorrect. For others champing at the bit to be the next grayface too chickenshit to be wrong with their URL attached: 

Google “the spinster movement”. 1920′s and 1930′s. Ace women considered “queer” by straight society for not complying with the demands of compulsory heterosexuality (i.e. marry, let your husband fuck you whenever he wants, produce hordes of children, probably die of tuberculosis (well, that last bit’s not compulsory heterosexuality, but I digress)). 

Better yet, look up stuff from the research of Alfred Kinsey and/or Magnus Hirschfield (of the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft- the Nazis burned it for advancing knowledge and acceptance of ace, trans, and gays & lesbians- all enemies of the State because their existence undercut the Aryan call for men FATHER MANY ARYAN BABIES and to FIGHT FOR THE FATHERLAAAAAND and for the women to manage Kinder, Küche, and Kirche (children, kitchen, church). 

Here’s a nice excerpt from a 1935 newspaper on how asexual women should be barred from teaching (one of the very few jobs a woman could hold in those days) based on their sexuality:  “The women who have the responsibility of teaching these girls are many of them themselves embittered, sexless or homosexual hoydens who try to mould the girls into their own patten.”

In the Victorian era, there was a movement for decades in favor of evicting spinsters (read: asexual and lesbian women) over 30 from Britain, and send them to Canada, Australia, or the United States instead. 

They were at best, “surplus females”, and at worst? Here’s another quote! This one is from Eliza Linton, a Victorian writer quoted in a more modern work analyzing Victorian families, describing spinsters in contrast with “naturally” celibate women, that is, widows: “Unnatural and alien: Painted and wrinkled, padded and bedizened, with her coarse thoughts, bold words, and leering eyes, [the wrong kind of spinster] has in herself all the disgust which lies around a Bacchante and a Hecate in one…. Such an old maid as this stands as a warning to men and women alike of what and whom to avoid.”

TL;DR YOU EXCLUSIONIST SHITHEADS KNOW NOTHING ABOUT THE HISTORY OF YOUR OWN COMMUNITIES, LET ALONE BROADER QUEER HISTORY. SHUT YOUR MOUTHS, OPEN A FEW WEBPAGES, AND READ. 

[anxietyproblem]

[earlgraytay]

ken dolls of ebay, ranked by ineffable aura of sadness

This Ken is haggard. He has not known the sweet embrace of sleep for a month. He lives off coffee and amphetamines and dreams of the day that he’ll pass out at his desk. 5/sadness, please take a nap. 

This Ken is accepting the sad truth that he peaked at age 15. He knows that it’s no longer 1989 and he is no longer first trumpet. Yet he can’t let go of his glory days- his teased hair, his hot pink tank tops. Will he ever accept the slow march of time? 4/sadness, ‘vintage’ fashion will come back again someday and he’ll be ready. 

This Ken is grappling with intense existential dread. What is the purpose of life? Does anything we do matter? Does my sweater make me look fat? 6/10, lay off the Sartre.

This Ken is anxious, because he’s wondering if anyone has found the bodies yet. nope/10, please seek professional help for your murderous tendencies.

This Ken is about to deliver an emotional and melancholy soliloquy, only to be upstaged by the slightly taller and better-looking Ken beside him. 7/sadness; you are not Prince Hamlet and will never be.

This Ken is already dead inside. infinity/sadness, would sadness again.

[dollsonmain]

I recognize the last one. There are a few other dolls in that lot that I’ve got my eye on.

[earlgraytay]

Hee! Nicely done.

I was just window-shopping- I’m looking for absolutely scungy “needs TLC” late mod-era/early malibu era Barbies for an OOAK project. And I saw all these beautiful boys and well… XD XD XD 

[aestivetic]

I always felt bad for the Ken dolls, and wondered what happened to them.

Now I know.

[earlgraytay]

If it makes you feel any better, I try to pick up as many Ken dolls as I can (over Barbie) when I go thrift shopping/ebay-ing. 

They get new faces, nice homes, and loving boyfriends. 

[tyrantisterror]

@hiboudeluxe

[catchymemes]

Hospital notes

[blogthegreatrouge]

2.5D anime

[lividlovers]

Yo..

[king-emare]

[starsabovethegreywaterfalls]

Imagine setting up this whole thing

[nowyoukno]

[fangirling-so-hard-rn]

Crows are scary They

use tools

Can be taught to speak (like parrots)

Have huge brains for birds

like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee

They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things

they are scary smart at solving puzzles

some crows stay with their mates until one of them dies

they can remember faces

SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.

They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.

Guys I’m really scared of crows now. (q) 

[doctormemelordmd]

Yeah but have you seen this 

[stultiloquentia]

A colleague of my dad’s lives next to a lake, and looked out the window one morning to see a duck trapped in the ice. A crow swooped down. “Oh hell,” she thought, expecting carnage, because crows are opportunists. But the crow chipped at the ice with its beak until the duck was free.

[warwyrd-deactivated20170724]

Idk of this counts but a few crows saved me from a magpie swooping attack once ,they’re bros who can tell when magpies are being unreasonable and need to chill

[reallymisscoffee]

I love crows so damn much. When I was fifteen, I hit a pretty serious bout of depression, to the point I was in my room for months. Well, a family of crows made a nest in a tree outside my window. There were two parents and two chicks. One chick was healthy and strong. One was weak, and had a caw like something being strained. It sounded more like a rooster crowing and so my parents jokingly named him ‘Buck’.Well… months passed and Buck’s sibling was taught to fly. His parents focused on the sibling because the sibling was strong. The father stayed behind to try and teach Buck, but I saw him try to fly, fail, and crash to the floor. His father helped him back up into the tree.

Every day, I would watch Buck from my window until one day I opened it and started talking to him. He was small and gangly and he couldn’t caw right. His feathers were all over the place and I felt a kinship. So I made a deal with him. I told him that if he could do it, if he could fly, then I could find the strength to get up. Well… near the end of the season, after talking with him every day, I finally saw him get out of the nest. He went to the edge of his branch, braced himself, and jumped… and just before he hit the ground, he soared back up into the sky. I cheered harder than I ever had before.

That winter, Buck left the area. I was crestfallen. I felt like I’d lost a friend. But I was so damn proud of him. 

Cut to the next spring? I’m walking up the driveway one day when suddenly I hear a sound… a broken caw. I look up, and Buck is sitting in a tree above my head. He stared at me and puffed his feathers, then hopped down in front of me and cawed again. I was so damn thrilled, and I told him how proud I was of him. He ruffled his feathers and then soared off into his old tree. 

That summer? I heard two broken caws. One from Buck… and one from his chick.

Cut to ten years later? We have a family of crows who all have a very distinct caw and they come here and spend every spring, summer, and fall on our property. Buck still greets me every spring.

[ruggie-bucchis]

that last reply made me wanna cry. that’s so beautiful.

[avianawareness]

Don’t forget the Russian Crow SLEDDING DOWN A ROOF not once, but twice. 

[odpixel]

this one morning i kept hearing really loud caws, i remember it was like 5am, LIKE REALLY LOUD AND ANNOYING AND AGGRESSIVE, so loud that i could hear it through a closed window, and i eventually went outside to check it out. there was a crow on my front lawn, it had an injury on its head and couldn’t fly and there were two other crows circling right above it, and they were cawing like mad. 

i tried to get close and take a better look and one of them dived super low and tried to attack me. so i went back in the house and chopped some sliced raw meat and tossed it at him from a distance.

a few more times later, very soon after, they could tell i was trying to help, and did not attack me. i was “allowed” to walk up close and pick him up, he couldn’t drink water properly so i had to dip my finger in a bowl and stick it in his mouth.

i did this few times a day and it went on for about a week before he disappeared, i thought he recovered and left, but he came back the next day and lands on me, and i see him around the block quite often, and he would come sit on my shoulder for a few minutes and then fly away again. i feel like i’ve adopted a son.

[lilith-knight]

Best birbs !!

[221cbakerstreet]

your son is Beautiful and Strong

[solitarelee]

every time I see this post it has different crow stories and every time I reblog it again because all crow stories are good stories

[betheothergirl-deactivated20180]

Like, I wouldn’t want to be on bad terms with a crow, but they are a really smart animal, they aren’t scary You just want to be nice to them because they will know and they will remember, and they will pay you back if you treat them a certain way.

As a side note, I volunteered at a rehab (Hope for Wildlife), where they were rehabbing a crow with a broken wing–who was named Russell Crow. He kept pulling his bandage off so a sleeve was cut off some old clothing and put on him like a little sweater. 

[blackwoolncrown]

!!!!

[birbiebabies]

I don’t think I’ll ever not reblog this. This posts makes me cry and smile at the same time.

[gaymerlvl-pharmercy]

He’s so handsome!!