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For anyone wondering, the PhD student's name is Myra Cheng.
Here's a link to an article about the study from the Stanford Report: link.
Across three preregistered studies, participants interacting with sycophantic AI became more convinced of their own rightness and less willing to repair relationships. Yet at the same time, participants rated sycophantic AI models as higher quality, more trustworthy, and more desirable for future use, which may explain why this behavior has persisted despite its harmful impacts.
Myra Cheng et al. "Sycophantic AI decreases prosocial intentions and promotes dependence." Science 391, eaec8352 (2026).
Pete Buttigieg is just a faggot.
It's very important to me that younger queers understand this: to the people who you're trying to be more respectable for when you say things like neopronouns set the trans movement back or you're why the cishets don't accept us or including [aces/bi people with the 'wrong kind' of partners/non-binary people/kinksters/non-passing trans ppl/furries/polyam people] just hurts us, can't you wait until we get all our rights before we talk about some of yours? -- to those people? Pete Buttigieg is just a fag.
On Sunday at Pride Northwest, some kids -- late teens, early 20s -- asked what our button I survived Reagan for this? meant. All of the queer adults at the tables making up our ad hoc counter looked at each other and sighed a little. Emet and another adult started to explain the way that the Reagan Administration handled -- or didn't handle -- the beginning of the AIDS crisis. How many people died. How much we were ignored. The Ashes Action. The Time Magazine article which explicitly blamed bisexual men for passing the pandemic to the cishet community, playing on all the worst stereotypical bullshit. The way that even when the CDC started paying attention, they were so focused on gay men that they ignored AIDS in the lesbian community, leading to the "women don't get AIDS, they just die from it" poster. And so on.
I finished counting out change and passed the last Bear Pride raised fist pin over to a bear a little older than me, then turned my head and interjected, "they didn't care until it started infecting more than just the fags." I turned my head back and handed him his change. He laughed bitterly and said, "remember when they called it 'gay cancer?'"
That what I need you to understand. The people for whom you are folding yourself into smaller and smaller boxes will never see you as anything but a freak. A queer. A dyke. A tranny. A fag.
Never.
These are people who will stand by and let you wither away and die alone, gasping for breath in a cinderblock room, and not even claim your ashes, and they will say you deserve it, because of your lifestyle. If they speak of you at all it will be by the wrong name, with the pictures you hate the most. They will curse at your lover, throw him out of the home you shared, and steal the gift you gave last Christmas to throw it in the trash just so he can't have it and they'll say Jesus loves you! while they do it. They'll feel good and righteous and blessed and holy and pure for doing it.
And for them, you spit in the eye of your sister. For them, you disavow your sibling. For their sake, you trim away bits of your heart and lace yourself up tight. Never too loud. Never too queer. Never inconvenient or embarrassing, never asking for too much.
Pete Buttigieg is what happens when your Boomer dad turns out gay. Middle America. Parents still married. Suburban-sprouted. Valedictorian. Harvard-educated. Rhodes Scholarship. Military service. More power to him: I hope he and Chasten are very happy together. Genuinely, I do.
You couldn't create a more respectable gay if you grew one in a lab run by concerned voter focus groups.
But Pete Buttigieg? Is just a fag.
That's the part you don't seem to get: when they abandoned us, they abandoned all of us. Rock Hudson was a beloved movie star and even personally friendly with that horrid pair of ambitious jackals. Nancy Reagan refused to help him get into the only place in the world that could treat him at the time, and he died.
It was 1985, 4 years after the CDC first released papers on what would eventually become known as HIV/AIDS and 7 years after the first known death from an infection from HIV-2. Reagan hadn't even said the word AIDS by the time Hudson died.
Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, and so am I. Unless I'm a dyke, which seems to depend on who's yelling what from which window and what day it is.
Yes, there will be people who genuinely love and accept you. Those people are worth all the frustration of the rest, thankfully, and they're the ones who love you in a pup mask or a leather harness and a neon jock like the ones sold by the men up the row from us last weekend. They're the ones who laugh out loud when you tell them you hid the word "dyke" in your company name, the ones who love you in all your messiness and uncertainty and the way you don't fit into neat boxes all scrubbed up and clean.
Most cishets, though... well, they don't actively mean you specifically any harm, at least not when they have to look at you. Not when you're right there in front of them. Maybe they'll be okay with you, personally, especially if you're the kind of gay who makes a good rhetorical device, and as long as you remain a good rhetorical device.
They need people to know that they don't have a problem with the gays, after all, and there you are, being all convenient. You make a nice token, and as long as you do, well. You're useful.
But they call you by your deadname when you're not around, and they put the wrong pronouns in your medical record even though they met you years after you came out, and they won't put themselves out to save you. Not one little bit.
I didn't want to be here again. The year I graduated from high school was the worst year of the AIDS crisis. The world into which I became an adult was a world in which an advisor and friend to Reagan, William F. Buckley, openly advocated for forcibly tattooing the HIV status of HIV+ gay men on their buttocks (and IV drug users on their forearms), and in which my father not only told me that when I was 14 or so, but when was told me that he'd advocated for that tattoo being "over their assholes."
(Buckley wrote that in '86, but he doubled down on it in 2005.
Fucker.)
But yeah. I didn't want to be here again. I wanted my daughter to inherit a better world. I wanted Obergefell and Lawrence v. Texas and Hope & Change to really mean something. I work for it, today and all days. I haven't given up.
I need you to know that, too. This isn't a white flag. I'm not surrendering. This isn't over. To misquote Henry Rollins, this is what Marsha and Sylvia and Stormé and Leslie and Brenda and Auntie Sugar trained us for. This is punk rock time.
But I need you to understand that if Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, if that human embodiment of a Wonder Bread, mayo and Oscar Meyer bologna sandwich is not respectable enough for them -- and he's not -- then the rest of us have absolutely no hope of measuring up. Not even if we trim away every colorful, beautiful piece of our community, not even if the Sisters Of Perpetual Indulgence vanish into the ether, not even if we sacrifice the five elements of vogue on the altar of white supremacist cishet middle-class conformity: we can't trim ourselves down to something they'll accept.
The only other option is radical acceptance of our queer selves. The only other option is solidarity. The only other option is for fats and femme queens and drags and kinksters and queers and zine writers and sex workers and furries and addicts and kids and the ones who can look us in the eye and see all of us to say we're here, we're queer, get used to it just the way we did 30 years ago. It's revolutionary, complete and total acceptance of our entire community, not just the ones the cishets can pretend to be comfortable with as long as we don't challenge them too much, or it's conceding the shoreline inch by inch to the rising waters of fascism until we've got nowhere left to stand and some of us start drowning.
That's it. Either it's all of us or it's none of us, because if we leave the answer up to the Reagans of the world and all the people who enabled him in the name of lower taxes and Democrats who wring their hands, weeping oh I don't agree with it but we'll lose the election if we fight it right now, the answer is none of us.
The brunch gays can come, too, I guess.
I was around 8 when my oldest sister got her drivers license and started volunteering at a local AIDS organization. Her best friend (then and now) was openly gay in the early 90s in small town America, and I think this is a large part of what sparked her desire to help. It wasn’t long after she started volunteering when she brought a new friend home for dinner. He was gay, he had AIDS, he was blind due to complications from that, and he was SO funny. We loved him. He came over for dinner quite a bit after that.
Some time later, his was the first funeral I ever went to. I was still in elementary school. And it wasn’t a real funeral because his mother had confiscated his ashes and almost of all his things, despite not having spoken to him for I don’t know how long. She certainly wasn’t the one caring for him when he was sick and dying. That was a friend (maybe partner? I don’t actually know). I don’t think I was even 10 when this showed me how hateful people could be.
We helped make a panel for him for the AIDS quilt. My sister went to a massive display of it at one point (maybe on the National Mall?), and I remember her recounting how she lost her shit at someone who stepped up to them and said something hateful. People were there to honor and mourn thousands of people who had died of AIDS, and someone used that as an opportunity to air their homophobia.
So I am totally with @vaspider - I agree with everything they say like 1000%
Thank you for sharing this.
Meanwhile to me, a cis-seeming NINETEEN YEAR OLD.
"Hey so, your hormone issues will make you too manly and we want you to be comfy and feminine and happy with being GIRLY ENOUGH, (it'smandatoryforyoubcwedecideditisshushdon'tworryaboutthat) so here have some hormone pills. *throwing packets* Lifetime supply. Just because you need it. Gotta make sure you don't ever feel the slightest gender dysphoria!!"
HOW IS THAT FAIR OR JUST?? You'll toss the stuff at ME but my SISTERS AND SIBLINGS can't have it because *checks notes*
You don't like who they are. YOU BASTARDS.
if you don't do anything else today,
Please have a moment of silence for the people who were killed instead of freed when news of emancipation finally reached the furthest corners of the american south.
have another moment for the ledgers, catalogs, and records that were burned and the homes that were destroyed to hide the presence of very much alive and still enslaved people on dozens of plantations and homesteads across the south for decades after emancipation.
and have a third moment for those who were hunted and killed while fleeing the south to find safety across the border, overseas, in the north and to the west.
black people. light a candle, write a note to those who have passed telling them what you have achieved in spite of the racist and intolerant conditions of this world, feel the warmth of the flame under your hand, say a prayer of rememberance if you are religious, place the note under the candle, and then blow it out.
if you have children, sit them down and tell them anything you know about the life of oldest black person you've ever met. it doesn't have to be your own family. tell them what you know about what life was like for us in the days, years, decades after emancipation. if you don't know much, look it up and learn about it together.
This is Juneteenth.
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Lou Sullivan- FTM Pioneer in the US
Louis Sullivan (June 16, 1951) was a Milwaukee-born author and activist known for his work on behalf of trans men and the gay community generally. He is credited as one of the first transgender men to publicly identify as gay and is largely responsible for the modern understanding of sexual orientation and gender identity as distinct concepts. Sullivan moved to San Francisco in 1975 in hopes of finding community and medical support, although he was repeatedly denied hormones/surgery because of an expectation that transgender people should be heterosexual in order to ‘correctly’ transition. This contributed to Sullivan’s life work of bringing attention to the existence and needs of both straight and gay trans men.
Sullivan was a pioneer of the female-to-male (FTM) movement and was instrumental in helping individuals obtain peer-support, counseling, endocrinological services and reconstructive surgery outside of gender dysphoria clinics. Sullivan wrote Information for the Female to Male Crossdresser and Transsexual for this purpose. The second edition, printed in 1985, serves as a guidebook for trans men, providing definitions of identities, tips and tricks for gender presentation, and a list of print and film sources for further study. The selections shown here comprise the history of trans men that Sullivan pieced together and interspersed throughout the guidebook.
Sullivan was diagnosed HIV positive in 1986 and died from AIDS related complications on March 2nd, 1991. Even after his passing, Lou continues to make a significant impact on the contemporary queer community. His papers can be found at the San Francisco GLBT Historical Society.
This book can be found in the Eldon Murray UWM Manuscript Collection 256, in the UWM Special Collections, and in UWM’s Digital Collections.
- Julia, Archives Graduate Intern
The UW-Milwaukee Archives and the library’s Special Collections are teaming together to celebrate Pride Month with an exhibit of materials on the first floor next to The Grind. The materials presented represent pre and post Stonewall. The end of the month during Pop-Up Days, we will be showing a variety of materials as well.
So, here's a question for any rabbis or religious scholars that's obviously of utmost importance:
Could a pokemon be a member of a minyan?
According to Yeshiva, a deaf or mute person can be a member of a minyan, so the fact that most pokemon can't speak is irrelevant. There are numerous pokemon that display human level intelligence (or higher) throughout the series. Alakazam has an IQ of 5000 and perfect recall, Slowking has an intelligence "comparable to that of internationally recognized scientists", Metagross is a smart as a supercomputer, so at least some pokemon should have the intelligence and understanding needed to comprehend and participate in Jewish traditions (and if we take Mystery Dungeon and Pokopia as canon, all pokemon have a human level of intelligence). We'll assume they're all at least level 13 and properly instructed.
As a follow up, if a pokemon could be a member of a minyan, we also have to consider that several species consist of more than one individual. The aforementioned Metagross is a total of four beldums fused together, so would it count as four people for the purpose of a minyan? Or just one?
This is clearly a very urgent and important question, but I don't feel qualified enough to discuss Pokemon halacha. Reblogging for greater coverage.
I think that they couldnt be part of a minyan simply because they are not jewish and also not human.
there would be the same question about, say, a robot being part of a minyan. Presumably, the robot could understand the significance of what was happening, but it still would be able to complete the ten
Neither robots nor Pokémon have souls, and, as such, cannot be considered part of a minyan
regarding Pokémon that are made up of more than one individual, if they *could* be counted in a minyan, I think that as with did/osdd systems, halachically they would be counted as one person
#we know they don’t have souls because they can be revived after dying#humans don’t work that way
But they don't die,the faint. Completely different, and humans can be revived after fainting as well.
Since you mentioned a robot, there is a question on whether a Golem can join a Minyan. In the end the answer is no, IIRC. I would say the same likely holds for Pokémon, especially considering that, like prev said, they're not Jewish.
but then the question becomes... can a pokemon convert to judaism
hey white people . if u dont know how to pronounce an ethnic persons name *google it* or if its someone ur talking directly to *ask them*. dont fucking do that "erm i dont know how to pronounce but __" or "im gonna butcher this haha" or "im not even gonna bother trying" . ur not funny. do u know what poc think when they hear u saying that ? u sound like a loser asshole and we dont want to spend time with u . im so fucking tired of watching youtube videos about media from my country and hearing those phrases. im tired of people saying that to my face . i respect someone who clearly looked it up and is tryong but says my name wrong over someone who just goes with whatever bad first guess they had without trying. u have too many resources at ur disposal to keep doing this. for the love of god just Fucking Try. if ur confused Just Try.
Here we are folks. @bloopdydooooo and I have been working on our very scientific research of assigning fursonas to the dropout cast (+ some extra...) and i have drawn 36 of them. more coming some time in the future, but enjoy this for now!!!! full list of (more specific) animals in the id's for the images!!! ty Cecil for that one!!<333
also not everyone fit in the tags and i cant ramble in there like i usually do with the 30 limit HELP!!! im sorry everyone past image 7....
TW: discussion of slavery and the slave trade
One particularly disgusting thing about living in western Europe is non-Black people's total ignorance of and refusal to engage with the fact that so much of what we have (and what we are proud of having) is built from the proceeds of trafficking slaves out of Africa. And even on those rare occasions when people do acknowledge it, they do so in a way that minimises and ignores huge parts of the history.
Take the city of Oxford as an example. It's a famously beautiful city which millions of tourists visit anually to enjoy the architecture. And when you're there you might find yourself thinking "Wow, I wonder how they could afford all this?" And if you look into it, you'll find that, yes, some of the buildings are connected to slavery, and the city has seemingly attempted to reckon with its involvement in the slave trade.
For instance, the library of All Souls College (which you can kind of see if you lean through a gate on Radcliffe Square, but you probably wouldn't notice it if you weren't deliberately looking) was built with a donation from a man who owned plantations in Barbados, Antigua and Barbuda. In 2020 the college renamed the library to remove his name, and installed a plaque to memorialise the slaves he had "owned". They also took £6 million of their funds to invest and use the proceeds to pay for three studentships for Black Caribbean students. It's a fairly meagre response, but at least it's acknowledgement, I guess.
And there are a couple of other cases like this. Exeter College calculated that 1.5% of the money donated to fund its chapel came from donors linked to slavery. Balliol College calculated that 10% of its major donors from between 1600 and 1919 were linked to slavery, and their donations amounted to at most 1.6% of the college's current funds. The impression is of a notable but limited connection to slavery, consisting of a few buildings here and there and a small percentage of this or that college's investments. It's the kind of impression that makes people say "Oh, okay, I'm glad we've reckoned with that, now we can move on."
But, honestly, this is just scratching the surface of the problem. Probably the most famous building in Oxford is the Radcliffe Camera. I've often wondered if it's connected to slavery, I've looked into it before and found no known connection, it is never mentioned in the context of slavery.
It was built with money donated by John Radcliffe, a wealthy physician who donated a lot of his money to Oxford, who apparently had no connection to slavery himself. If you look into his story, you'll find that he made his money from his successful medical practice, he served various monarchs, it's not surprising he was rich, but I think it is surprising he was quite so rich as he was. If you look a little deeper, you'll find that he made his money from his medical practice and investments. OK, I guess that's normal.
But wait, what were his investments? Well, we know that he invested heavily in the East India Company (EIC), we even know that in 1697 he was planning to invest the profits he made from a specific investment in the EIC on building works to enlarge University College Oxford. OK, what kinds of things were the EIC making money from in 1697?
Well, we don't have great records from that time, but we know that in 1685 they set up a settlement at Bengkulu, Sumatra, to manage the trade of black pepper, a settlement that experienced severe labour shortages and "required" shipments of slaves predominantly from Madagascar. We know that EIC officials in 1687 declared that they had an "absolute need" of 50 or 60 further slaves at this specific settlement because local labourers were too expensive. In 1687 company directors suggested that the slaves should have dry and comfortable lodgings. In 1690 they recommened that they should be adequately fed to encourage them to "multiply". In 1695 it was ordered that all slaves should have food and lodging. And in 1709 the EIC directors reprimanded those running the settlement and ordered that they should have suitable food and lodging and receive medical attention if they were sick, for “they are likely to be more beneficial to our affairs the longer they live.” (You can read more about this in: Slavery in a Remote but Global Place: the British East India Company and Bencoolen, 1685-1825 by Richard B. Allen, of which there is a free downloadable pdf if you search).
So, that gives you some idea of what John Radcliffe was investing in in 1697, and what he waiting for the profits from, the profits he planned to use to fund the building work to enlarge University College Oxford. And if University College investigated itself to determine which of its donors was linked to slavery and which wasn't, John Radcliffe would be classified as "not linked to slavery", because he didn't personally own or inherit his wealth from the owner of a slave plantation. And I think this example shows how totally self-serving it is for white institutions to investigate themselves for complicity and find themselves mostly innocent, based on defining "complicity" in terms so narrow that they hide the vast majority of criminality.
It's impossible to check something like this several centuries in the future, but I would quite confidently guess that there is not one single building in Oxford from that era that is *not* the proceeds of slavery. Any donation from any nostalgic University graduate who has a little money invested in the East India Company, the Royal Africa Company, the South Sea Company (as so many people did in those days) is the proceeds of slavery. Any money made by owning and renting property (as so many Oxford colleges did and still do) to someone who pays that rent using the profits from their investments in those companies, those are the proceeds of slavery. The whole city is complicit.
And you can find an equivalent to Oxford anywhere in western Europe, not just the "obvious" examples like Lisbon, Bristol, Nantes, Seville, Amsterdam, that directly profited through their roles as cities directly handling the products of slavery, but also famously beautiful urban landscapes like Edinburgh's New Town or Eixample in Barcelona were built with slave money. You simply can't get away from it, it's everywhere, and that's without even going into the fact that virtually everything built in the era of slavery was funded by wealthy investors, who acquired their wealth through previous investments in shares, which were often shares in companies who profited directly from slavery, a chain of responsibility that obfuscates where the guilt lies but cannot forgive it.
And to come back to where we started, at All Souls College, Oxford, where the meagre reparations for a library built by a plantation owner consisted of a £6 million investment whose profits would pay for fellowships for three Black Caribbean students, we have to ask (in light of the above) what exactly did All Souls College invest this money in? And, well, that's an interesting story in its own right. Just tear the whole thing down at this point.
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Molly Crabapple talks about der Jüdischer Arbeiterbund, the topic of her new book “Here Where We Live Is Our Country”. The book chronicles the story of the Jewish Labor Bund, a Jewish revolutionary movement that was “socialist, secular, defiantly Jewish and proudly anti-Zionist”. [video]
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Emi Koyama has passed. 🥀
Extremely sad to see. She was apparently only 51.
Folks, if you don't know who Emi Koyama was, you should. Her website (eminism.org, which is a delightful pun) has a ton of her work entirely for free.
You can read the Transfeminist Manifesto in particular here. Emi considered it a historical document and she wrote a very good self-critique in 2008 (included in the document) on the subject of the Manifesto, white feminism, and the lack of inclusion of trans and genderqueer people who aren't trans women. I highly encourage everyone who wants to involve themselves in transfeminism to read her work, not because it is perfect, but because I do think Emi Koyama's Manifesto represents the best intentions for transfeminism: the desire to challenge cissexism, to take activism seriously and compassionately, and a commitment to being open and honest about where we fall short and how we can do better.
I really appreciate this quote from her, which I hadn't seen before, on the subject of feminism needing to "fit in" trans people:
Cis feminists do not own feminism. We don't need to "fit trans people into feminist theory"; we simply need to challenge cissexism in feminist movements and theories. Trans people do not need to be explained by feminist theory; we need to start from the fact that trans people exist and matter.
And it would be a crime to not mention how hard she fought specifically for women of color, to challenge racism and imperialism (white/western and non-white/non-western) in feminist spaces and in general, as well as her intersex activism, and far more. She had such a drive to contribute to, engage with, and push for more and better feminist discourse.
You will be remembered fondly, Emi Koyama. Thank you for all your work and for all your life.
daily reminder that there is absolutely nothing normal about being expected to waste a majority of your life at a corporation to survive instead of indulging in better life experiences ✨
In the 1960s it was a common speculation that by 1980 the typical work week would consist of 4 days. And by the year 2000 we’d be working no more than 3 days a week.
Because of computerization, automation, and better efficiencies in workflow.
Guess what happened instead?