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wow i feel like such garbage iām resurrecting my tumblr
thatās how you know itās bad
yall couldnāt exercise even the smallest portion of restraint or self-respect so now i have to see fanart of the white robotwink from the shitty racist game made by a sex offender on the tumblr radar
āyeah detroit become human may be a shitty game that appropriates elements of real world civil rights movements to tell a bad racist story and david cage may be a hack excuse for a writer who has yet to face consequences for the sexual abuse reports brought against him but look! a moderately attractive skinny white dude! i canāt NOT support this game!ā
This is so wholesome
donāt worry, youāre still in theĀ āearly lifeā part of your wikipedia page
#this is the positive version of this postĀ #it is friendly and brings luck
Stop the bullets. Kill the gun.
I held my breath at the last one.
IT WAS COOL AND THEN IT GOT SCARY AS SHIT
iād say this is a very effective message
Reblogging again.
Just remember. There is no such thing as a fake geek girl. There are only fake geek boys. Science fiction was invented by a woman.
Specifically a teenage girl. You know, someone who would be a part of the demographic that some of these boys are violently rejecting.
Isaac Asimov.
yo mary shelley wrote frankenstein in 1818 and isaac asimov was born in 1920 so you kinda get my point
If you want to push it back even further Margaret Cavendish, the duchess of Newcastle (1623-1673) wrote The Blazing World in 1666, about a young woman who discovers a Utopian world that can only be accessed via the North Pole - oft credited as one of the first scifi novels
Women have always been at the forefront of literature, the first novel (what we would consider a novel in modern terms)Ā was written by a woman (Lady Muraskaiās the Tale of Genji in the early 1000s) take your snide āIsaac Asimovā reblogs and stick it
even in terms of male scifi authors, asimov was predated by Jules Verne, HG Wells, George Orwell, you could have even cited Poe or Jonathan Swift has a case but Asimov?
PbbBFFTTBBBTBTTBBTBTTT so desperate to discredit the idea of Mary Shelly as the mother of modern science fiction you didnāt even do a frickin google search For Shame
And if you want to go back even further, the first named, identified author in history was Enheduanna of Akkad, a Sumerian high priestess.
Kinda funny, considering this Isaac Asimov quote on the subject:
Mary Shelley was the first to make use of a new finding of science which she advanced further to a logical extreme, and it is that which makesĀ Frankenstein the first true science fiction story.
Even Isaac Asimov aināt having none of your shit, not even posthumously.
You know what else was invented by women? Masked vigilantes, the precursor to the modern superhero. Baroness Emma Orczy wrote The Scarlet Pimpernel in 1905. The character would later inspire better known masked vigilantes such as Zorro and Batman.
Got that?
Stick that in your international pipe and smoke it
I have literally been telling people this for over a year.
the first extended prose piece - ie a novel, was not, as many male scholars will shout, Don Quixote (1605) but The Tale of Genji (1008) written by a woman
The first autobiography ever written in English is also attributed to a woman, The Book of Margery Kempe (1430s).
The day may come when I find this post and do not reblog it, but it is not this day.
Women invented language while men were hunting. I meanā¦
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2018 Barbie is a black lesbian reblog to get her blessing for a good 2018
Stop reducing native issues to āthey had their land takenā.
Our sisters are still murdered and missing. Our children go hungry and cold. Our elders canāt afford health care. Our parents suffer from untreated mental illness and have addictions because they self medicate.
And thats not even on the reservations. Thats just in farming communities of the Lumbee. And we are doing well by comparison to other groups.
Stop reducing us to stolen land and erasing our real struggles.
Natives have the highest suicide rates. Natives have the most unsafe school conditions. 75% of sex trafficking victims in Canada are First Nations. Natives are the most likely to be shot by police according to some studies and just as likely to be shot as black brothers and sisters according to others. Half of the homes on reservations in the US are legally deemed āuninhabitableā despite families and children living in them. Non native people can still commit crimes against us and not even be tried under native law, usually meaning not at all. Reservations flood often, they are stricken with drought. Most urban native kids carry the weight of being the only native their classmates and other townspeople will ever know. There are no college classes for us or about us. We are struggling, y'all. We have had our land, languages, and family ripped from us, itās more than just history, itās 500+ years of ongoing genocide.
T W E N T Y G A Y T E E N
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in therapy my therapist and i were talking about my own feelings of self worth in relationships. and she asked me to say qualities about myself that someone else would be attracted to, on a romantic and platonic level. so i named some things like compassionate, empathetic, etc. and she saidĀ āyou named things that you can give someone. ways you can serve, rather than ways that you areā and y'all..my mind was blown thatās gonna stick with me forever like she then proceed to tell me actual innate qualities about myself that she liked and thought anyone else would like as well and i hadnāt even considered those because like she said i was focused on things i could do outwardly to attract and maintain connections rather than who i was as a person..goddamn!!! thats tea!!!
With this in mind, this also makes me think of the ways people describe us. When people say the reasons that they love/like you or describe you as a person, are they only naming ways that you serve them? Are they equating your worth with how much you do for them?
ex. āYouāre such a good listener. Youāre so generous, youāre so compassionate. Youāre always there for me. You always hold me down. Youāre reliableā
vs.
āYouāre so funny! Youāre very vibrant. Youāre creative, passionate, and intelligent. Youāre optimistic. Youāre so talented at ____ā , etc. I think thatās very telling.
This is soo good. It got me thinking! And I just wanna translate it to hungarian because I think hungarian people need this kind of attitude.
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well i guess i havenāt posted on here in a minute, but i need somewhere to post things that iām feeling or else i might suffocate. i want to heal and i want to grow and being emotionally transparent is part of that. be aware, what i write below is extremely emotional and intense. donāt read if you arenāt good to hear about sexual trauma and depression. so, sorry if itās a bummer but i need to get this out.
trigger warnings: assault (i go into some detail), dissociation, depression, etc
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so, last year i got out of the first super serious, long-term relationship iād ever been in. it had been from 19 to 23 and i went through some of the biggest changes and lessons about myself iād ever been in. my partner and i had that Mature⢠relationship and, within it, i was choking. iāve had mental illness all my life and iām extremely liberal, but i smothered both of those things in myself because they werenāt āmatureā or āprofessionalā or whatever. over 4 years, i slowly formed this idea of what i thought was expected of me (whether or not it was really true) and almost killed myself to fit into those expectations. as i realized i was hurting, i tried to share this with my partner (while figuring out wtf i was even feeling in the first place) but found that they didnāt understand (as they did not have experience with mental illness) and werenāt very willing to try and learn more. so, the relationship fell apart as i struggled with a shell that i had simultaneously outgrown and was struggling to stay in.
once i got out, it felt like a tremendous weight had been removed from my shoulders. while i was sad, because i did love them, i was ready for the chance to grow and be fully āmyselfā
[tw: detailed] then, less than a month after i was sexually assaulted by someone i knew very well.
[tw: continued] i didnāt think thatās what it was for months. i struggled to process what had happened and might have even blamed myself (something iām still trying not to do). i couldnāt understand why suddenly i felt like trash, my depression kicked up like 12 notches, and i couldnāt even stomach thinking about touching another human sexually. but, it was one of those gray area traumas that i knew some people wouldnāt even think was assault. because if you consent to kissing but not to sex, how can that be assault? but, it is. the person who did it didnāt ask if i was okay with sex. he didnāt notice when i froze up after pushing me down. he didnāt realize that i had stopped responding. i began dissociating so hard (my #1 defense mechanism) that i was looking down at the experience from feet, or at least thatās how it felt. so while thatās nothing like intentional violence or anything like that, it still wasnāt consensual. i didnāt want it from the beginning.
[tw] even though i say that, iām still constantly struggling with the validity of my feelings. even as i have PTSD flashbacks that make me writhe with disgust. even as i canāt be intimate with another person in the same position he was in or else i have an acute panic attack so bad that i shake with tears. even through all this, i minimize my trauma. i blame myself for being weak and feel so fragile. like my problems are a burden to anyone i tell them to. or anyone i want to become intimate with... it feels like iāve lost my right to become intimate because i am now carrying such intense baggage.
since realizing the truth of what happened, my logic brain has kicked into high gear. my sex drive is coming back and iām way gentler with myself than i was. iāve even started being able to date and kiss other hoomans again without wanting to crawl out of my skin.
but even so, my insecurities have skyrocketed. my thoughts toward myself have turned so ruthless. all of my personal manifestations and positive vibes have gone toxic and gross. iām spiraling. but, hopefully this is the first step towards trying to make some room for me to breathe.
thx for reading, if you made it to the end, thank you for holding judgment and listening/reading/whatever. itās still a work-in-progress and i am nowhere near āhealedā
but anyway, hereās wonderwall
itās always alarming to me that people joined tumblr after 2012 and have no idea what the site was like before they joined. they donāt know aboutĀ ācan you make this ask rebloggable?ā and lolsummer69 and the tumbleasts and that week in 2010 when we all seriously thought 4chan would shut the site down. tumblr university and the glee/superwholock blogs vs hipster blogsĀ āWarā are foreign concepts to them. they didnāt have to live through the mishapocalypse and people calling david karpĀ ādaddyā and the takedown of tumblr user pizza. theyāve never seen a 500k over-saturated gif with the topaz effect because theyāve always lived in a world where we had decent psds and photosets and the 2mb/3mb limit. the other day i saw someone confused because they didnāt understand a reference to the Tumblr Code post. there are users that think a tumblr con is a good idea. these kids know how to discourse but they donāt know their tumblr history and our suffering.Ā āThose who forget the past are doomed to repeat it,ā and i really canāt live through another era of gif stories and people calling othersĀ āpeasant.ā
unlearn racism and white supremacy without expecting some kind of pat on the back for believing in basic human rightsĀ
me watching a video of a bug trapped in a glass container that it keeps bumping up against: haha idiot
the seventh dimensional superbeing monitoring my reality watching me moving through the 4th dimension in a single line because i cant comprehend movement beyond 3 dimensions: haha idiot