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hoping for acceptance, expecting the judgement
feeling a bit silly today
Something about realising you are an osdd system that isn’t talked about often, is having to learn how to listen to the voices in your head, after you’ve been taught that they aren’t real your whole life.
Personally, we have experienced overlapping voices in our head since we were 7 years old. In distressing and traumatic situations, there would be people talking about the present, people talking about similar past situations, and people playing multiple songs over the top of each other. We experienced excruciating headaches from the noise and the tension being held in our brain each and every time this happened. This fact was buried so deeply that it took 2 years of knowing we’re a system to find it again. We didn’t think we heard voices at all, even after discovering our systemhood. This is because our family and peers would not ask if they could help, and rather asked us to suppress it because it was scary to them. They didn’t want to deal with it, so we buried our ability to hear other people, and the amnesiac barriers grew.
In digging up old feelings/memories and slowly breaking down walls, we can give our past self the empathy we deserved when we began to split as a child, and while we were consistently splitting as a teenager.
It has taken years to build up communication with the voices in our head, but we never gave up hope that we might hear them without needing to be stressed to the max. We’ve started being able to communicate by note passing from the front to the back, and are learning more every day.
We are grateful that we have been able to exist in a space where we can begin listening for the voices in our head again, without forcing them back down every time they pop in to say hello.
Remember to be patient with your system about communication. It takes consistency and a whole lot of understanding, so be kind to yourselves.
Thanks for reading <3 - B
(Sound on.) Bonus clip today: Penguins navigating stairs.
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you gave me 21 notes and concern
I'm going to bite you and cling to your arm and not let go now
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Aw- No need for concern, I was just liking and reblogging stuff because I don't have enough energy to properly continue a conversation in the posts you know...
(Yes still in that low energy moment but what's new)
Pet pet though. :>
stabs you through the skull with a pencil /aff
disabled people who do not directly "contribute" to society and need large amounts of care and resources to survive deserve not only to survive but to have comfort, stability, and fun within their lives while they do. no compromises.
(types ask) (copies ask) (deletes ask) (backs out of ask box) (checks i’m on the right blog) (checks i got the right name) (opens ask box) (pastes ask) (sends ask)
where’s that 1900s painting of the centaur mother playing with her child in a grassy field?
the smile! the tenderness! the warmth of it all!
The Centaur Playing with her Child (1909) by Otto Soltau
I've been rolling something around in my head.
If everyone receives Minimum Basic Income, what happens to all the relationships where one of the individuals no longer has to depend on the other(s) to survive?
Just let that marinate for a moment.
Not just the economic landscape but the social landscape could be transformed.
Not for nothing, but this is literally part of the entire point of Universal Basic Income.
When abused people can just literally walk away, knowing they can still have enough money to live, the world will be a lot less sheltering of abusers and that is a massive fucking benefit.
It gets better than that, if we go with my ideal UBI scenario, in which we peg UBI to "enough to live in any major metropolitan city in the country" and do NOT adjust it for cost of living.
Suddenly, the poverty and scrabbling for survival of rural areas? Gone. That UBI will go a whole long fucking way out there. Suddenly, people who had to move to the cities to get jobs that paid enough? Can afford to move back. Heck, they can afford to get decent fucking broadband out there and continue working, just, not in the city. Suddenly, people who live in rural areas but want to move to the cities with like-minded people? That's affordable, too. Suddenly, people who want to have a bigger house, but are stuck in a tiny apartment in a city? They can afford to move out to where there are bigger houses.
Universal Basic Income would realign our whole damn society, and I think it would long-term be for the better.
hate asks are so funny like im playing wit my touys and drawing with crayons . you're hating me while i play with my touys and draw with crayons . okay buddy who seems happier here
Sylvia Riveras powerful speech against the exclusion of transgender people at the Gay Pride Rally NYC, 1973.
Transcript:
Y'all better quiet down! I've been trying to get up here all day for your gay brothers and your gay sisters in jail that write me every motherfucking week and ask for your help! And you all don't do a goddamn thing for them! And they write STAR, not the woman's group! They do not write women, they do not write men, they write to STAR! Because we're trying to do something for them! But you all tell me to go and hide my tail between my legs! I will not put up with this shit! I have been beaten, I have had my nose broken, I have been thrown in jail, I have lost my job, I have lost my apartment for gay liberation, and you all treat me this way?! What the fuck's wrong with you all?! Think about that! I believe in the gay power, I believe in us getting our rights, or else I would not be out there fighting for our rights, that's all I wanted to say to you people. Come and see people at STAR House on Twelfth Street, the people that are trying to do something for all of us, and not men and women that belong to our white middle class club! And that's what you all belong to! Revolution now! Gay power! Know the gay power!
Sylvia Rivera (holding the banner), and Marsha P. Johnson (with cooler) of the Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries (STAR.) at the Christopher Street Liberation Day, Gay Pride Parade, NYC (24 June 1973). Photographer Leonard Fink. Reprinted, by permission, from the National History Archive of the Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual & Transgender Community Center.
For historical context: Sylvia Rivera was talking about the radical Street Transvestite Action Revolutionaries (STAR) group that she and Marsha P. Johnson founded together in 1970. Together, they ran the S.T.A.R. House, where they pooled every last penny they had to provide a home for young street queens (mostly sex workers, mostly people of color). By the time of this speech (1973) their (gay) landlord had evicted the original STAR House, and they were struggling to keep it going at a new location and desperately needed the LGBTQ+ community to step it up with financial support.
That's what she's talking about when she says "I've been trying to get up here all day for your gay brothers and your gay sisters in jail that write me every motherfucking week and ask for your help!" She's condemning the white gay cis monied audience before her for turning their backs on the trans and gay people in NYC suffering the most. She's saying that despite the fact STAR had almost nothing, and faced the worst violence from the state, that they were still fighting to help the trans AND cis unhoused and incarcerated people of color left behind by the most privileged. And still the Gay Pride organizers didn't want to let her onstage to ask people to actually help gay and trans people stay alive.
Despite her pain and rage at the cruelty of this supposed community, she ends with the invitation: "Come and see people at STAR House on Twelfth Street, the people that are trying to do something for all of us, and not men and women that belong to our white middle class club."
In 2024, STAR is long disbanded and both founders have passed on, but their work continues on with STARR (the Strategic Trans Alliance For Radical Reform), The Sylvia Rivera Food Pantry and Marsha's House.
i looked at queeringthemap today and had a good cry but these especially touched me
yeah.
No matter where you are in the world you aren't alone
Its pride month
You know what that means >:)
rb to tell ur mutuals ur fond of them