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They/ Them. Jewish non-binary butch. 28 עַם יִשְׂרָאֵל חַי

[jeypawlik]

Interviewing Gina Biggs Of Filthy Figments by Jey Pawlik

Today I’m joined by the lovely Gina Biggs of Filthy Figments for an exclusive interview just as Filthy Figments enters it’s very first pledg

My very first interview for OJST is up today and we're celebrating my good pal Gina Biggs of Filthy Figments!

I've posted some of my Filthy Figments comics here for $10 members before, and it's just such a lovely site to be a part of.

This coincides with the very first Filthy Figments member pledge drive to help keep the site alive, so consider checking out the site if you haven't before~

[ID: “Interview with Gina Biggs of Filthy Figments” a comic by Jey Pawlik is done in cool textured colours with mint greens and light pinks. Jey is a nonbinary person with a chubby build with short cropped hair with some greys, they sport big thick square glasses and casual comfy clothes. Gina Biggs is a cis woman with medium length and light-coloured hair, she sports catseye glasses with a strawberry necklace, a black t-shirt tucked into a cute floral long skirt.  

Jey is furiously drawing cute sexy character ideas on some paper while saying “Inspiration has STRUCK! What a super sexy story I’ve got on my hands! I’ll add some of this, a little of that—”  

Jey pauses. “—Hm. Where will it live though? The internet is just rife with censorship right now, there’s not many places I COULD post it… WAIT!”  

They run off, pieces of paper in their hand and flying and falling behind them as they run into a pink area instead of their usual mint green while saying “I know JUST who to talk to about this!”  

Jey enters a room and gestures happily to their friend Gina Biggs, who sits at a computer desk with a tablet she’s working on with two ladies smooching and the Filthy Figments website on the larger monitor. Jey introduces her “My good pal and fellow sexy comics enthusiast Gina Biggs and her site Filthy Figments!”  

Gina smiles and responds “Hey Jey~”  

Info about Filthy Figments lines the left side of the panel.  

❤️ filthyfigments.com  

❤️ $12.99USD/month or $99.95USD/year  

❤️ 50 new pages guaranteed every month  

❤️ 60+ creators, 200+ titles, & 15,000+ pages in the archive  

❤️ 100% human-created content!  

A ribbon obscures the bottom of the page with the text "Read the rest on Oh Joy Sex Toy .com /end]

[literallymechanical]

Really weird feeling to spend years reading a webcomic only to get frog-boiled as the story starts to go downhill but you can't break the reflexive habit of reading checking the website until one day you realize that now you're hate-reading it, which sucks!!! Hate-reading is bad for you!! Don't do it! Bah!!!

[literallymechanical]

Little bite-sized snippets of regularly-scheduled stories are great nourishment for the media gnomes that live in your brain, but hate-reading is toxic to them!! And it's very important to take good care of the media gnomes!! If your media gnomes get sick you might end up doing things like posting water-filter screenshots of blogs that you've blocked or getting mad at TV showrunners like they're your dad or doing kiwifarms stuff

[literallymechanical]

There is a very delicate line between being a Hater (mirthful, no personal stakes, titillating to the gnomes) and being a Hater (resentful, jilted, bad for the gnomes). Unfortunately I always have a hard time telling telling which side I'm on so I think it's better for me to just not do it!!!! And tbh I suspect that this might be true of everybody...

[ellynneversweet]

1,372 votes and 251 comments so far on Reddit

Go cheer yourselves up, ladies. The comments are absolutely inspired.

[ruimtetijd]

[evilsoup]

Jesus Christ

[dykedigitaldiary]

Dyke Diary

I love butch4butch sexting because what do you mean our hot sexy fantasy it getting sweaty and wrestling in my yard on a hot summer day? Throw in a makeout sesh post wrestle and you’re set!

[thatgarden]

I really wish butchhood wasn't conflated with being a protector so much, honestly.

I'm a very vulnerable butch. I'm chronically ill, invisibly physically disabled, and have a lot of mental health issues. My masculinity doesn't inherently make me more strong or powerful.

But there's a huge amount of butch culture built on butches being protective of femmes, or just being strong and working in very physically laborious jobs. It feels disheartening to be locked out of a major part of my culture, just because I'm disabled.

So here's to all the disabled butches who want, or are expected to, be strong because toxic masculinity has taught us the mascs are the protectors, but we can't be.

We're the ones who need people to slow down for us. We're the ones who need to sit down and catch our breath after walking a bit. We're the ones who need help. And that doesn't make us any less butch.

[butchbluebear]

I’m really struggling with this lately. Over the last year and a half I went from reasonably abled to pretty seriously struggling with joint pain and muscle weakness and fatigue, plus whatever the hell other symptoms show up. I can’t do so much of what used to be my own expectations for myself, and it’s been really difficult to kind of figure out how I mesh with the reality of my ability now. This post is helpful, and I reread it when I’m feeling a kind of way about myself.

[corantus]

butch dragons lezzing out sweetly 🐲🧡

[ravenfleesfire]

I love Jewish masculinity. I'll say it. I think it's hot. I find it attractive and i find it intoxicating.

I love it when Jews find empowerment in "nontraditional" (read: non-Christian) compassionate masculinity and gentle masculinity. I love "traditionally" masculine Jews, including cis men, who refuse to let people deny them that based on antisemitic stereotypes. I love Jewish butches and trans men and bears. I love Jewish queer masculinity. I love Jewish masculine people. I love Jewish queers. I love Jews. G-d I fucking love Jews

[basuralindo]

So I just simultaneously did, and possibly didn't lose my job today :)

Very much did in the sense that I literally do not know where my job is at the moment. But, for the time being I haven't been let go because nobody else including the store owner knows where it is either.

So, I don't wanna risk doxxing myself by posting pictures but goddamn am I tempted because this is not a believable event. This is a cartoon problem. For looneytoons.

But yeah, so, I work(ed?) at a kiosk selling boba tea, right? Freestanding kiosk in the mall with full water and electrical hookups and multiple fridges and sinks and a mini kitchen and the works. Fully functional tea shop. Very important to note that it was there last night, The work chat was discussing another issue last night at closing time. I'll get back to this.

It's been showing signs of being on the way out with how business is being handled lately and I've been considering other options, which is probably why I'm not as torn up about this as I should be, but maybe it just hasn't set in yet, but that's not the point. The point is there's been a lot of shit breaking and not being replaced and nobody mentioning anything about it until I walk into work in the morning and have to figure out why shit like the fucking cash register isn't there today. So I'm kinda used to having to ask questions about big things that nobody bothered to update me on. I was out for two weeks recovering from a surgery, so I came to work this morning assuming there'd be some kind of bullshit, yeah?

So, the question I had to ask the chat this morning was:

Not a text I ever thought I'd have to send in sincerity, but there it is. Because what I found instead was a fenced off patch of discolored tiles and a few holes in the floor where my entire place of employment used to be.

And the answer? Nobody knows! It was there last night when the mall closed, and every single trace of the structure and all its contents including drink making supplies and our safe and cashbox was gone when it opened again. And when I say nobody knows, I mean everyone from last night's closers to the actual (former?) owner of the store jad no fucking clue about this until getting that text from me this morning. For once I am actually the first to know. 🎉.

So. I guess I didn't so much lose my job as had it stolen. Not by AI, but good old fashioned hands-on human beings picking it up and carrying it away somehow. All mall security would tell me was that they were instructed not to tell me anything and have us contact our management. Who also don't know anything. And later on I came across some construction workers around the gravesite of the kiosk discussing filling in the holes, asked them about it, and was told that they "weren't at liberty to say".

So, not only is my job gone in the most literal physical sense of the word, but it was taken in some kind of super secret kiosk extraction in the dead of night without any warning or witnesses and nobody is allowed to speak of it. The store owner said she was gonna figure it out 10 hours ago and still no word back.

I don't know what else to say aside from I've been laughing all day and I'm gonna have a hell of a time explaining Schrodinger's Unemployment to the benefits office.

[basuralindo]

Update that is not an update because I'm basically certain this isn't what actually happened:

My mother in law thinks the FBI took it.

Not any of the other stores around the state. Just the one little kiosk.

Why? Because she loves a conspiracy and is just a little bit extra.

Also because she was around for the massive crackdown on Yakuza-owned businesses in Waikiki (in her homestate) that did actually involve the FBI seizing stores (no confirmation of making kiosks cleanly disappear in the middle of the night though).

Still no word from my job on what's actually going on, but the most likely theory so far is that maybe the kiosk was on lease and got repossessed? The mystery continues

(also shout out to the person who proposed Carmen Sandiego)

[basuralindo]

ACTUAL (partial) UPDATE:

According to the owner, based on what she's been able to find out, the kiosk was not removed legally and they're starting a potentially long process of legal action. I hope she gets to sue the shit out of whoever did it but for now at least I know for sure I'm unemployed.

Really hoping for more details in terms of who/why/how, so I'll keep updating if I learn anything.

For now the summary is: An unnamed entity that is most likely mall management (on account of mall security cooperating with them) stole an entire kiosk and all the contents including money and machinery with barely a trace in the middle of the night grinch-style, with zero warning or explanation, and ensured the silence of both security and the construction crew, in an action that was definitely preplanned and illegal, and as far as I know nobody knows its whereabouts.

So now I'm officially out of a job. Because my workplace was literally stolen in the night.

[basuralindo]

Actually fuck it let's share some photos cause I wouldn't be inclined to believe this myself. It's not like anyone can stalk me at my job now and I'm not gonna have to see any coworkers that might find my tumblr.

Enjoy the unintentionally funniest text I've ever sent in my life

Aaand a close-up:

The last remains of a once Very Much Solid And Immobile Workplace

[basuralindo]

HEY HI HELLO THIS ONE'S MY FAVORITE

via @kagaminilen

[mysteryteacup]

[cut to a kiosk on legs, sipping a boba, while wandering into the nearest forest on chicken legs]

[ardanelvilyafeanturi]

Here you go @a-bit-too-dyscrasic

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

after a suicide attempt in 2016

[holyisthenameofmyruthlessaxe]

“When Daddy comes in, he carries you to bed. Is there anything you feel like you could eat, Pokey? Anything at all? All you can imagine putting in your mouth is a cold plum, one with really tight skin on the outside but gum-shocking sweetness inside. And he and your mother discuss where he might find some this late in the season. Mother says hell I don’t know. Further north, I’d guess. The next morning, you wake up in your bed and sit up. Mother says, Pete, I think she’s up. He hollers in, You ready for breakfast, Pokey. Then he comes in grinning, still in his work clothes from the night before. He’s holding a farm bushel. The plums he empties onto the bed river toward you through folds in the quilt. If you stacked them up, they’d fill the deepest bin at the Piggly Wiggly. Damned if I didn’t get the urge to drive to Arkansas last night, he says. Your mother stands behind him saying he’s pure USDA crazy. Fort Smith, Arkansas. Found a roadside stand out there with a feller selling plums. And I says, Buddy, I got a little girl sick back in Texas. She’s got a hanker for plums and ain’t nothing else gonna do. It’s when you sink your teeth into the plum that you make a promise. The skin is still warm from riding in the sun in Daddy’s truck, and the nectar runs down your chin. And you snap out of it. Or are snapped out of it. Never again will you lay a hand against yourself, not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody-anybody-who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. So long as you bear the least nibblet of love for any other creature in this dark world, though in love portions are never stingy. There are no smidgens or pinches, only rolling abundance. That’s how you acquire the resolution for survival that the coming years are about to demand. You don’t earn it. It’s given.”

excerpt from Cherry by Mary Karr, context being after a suicide attempt at age 13

[elfwreck]

Some context: Texas and Arkansas share a corner border. Now, Texas is FECKING HUGE and there are many, many parts of Texas that cannot visit Arkansas overnight, but there are parts where it’s no trouble at all.

However, those places of Texas that are close to Arkansas, do not include “close to Fort Smith, Arkansas.”

The closest Texas gets to Fort Smith is about 185 miles (about 300km), at “a little closer than Texarkana.” (Dallas, fwiw, is about 275 miles/450km from Fort Smith.)

So the dad in this story drove at least SEVEN HOURS round trip, to pick up a bushel of plums for his little girl, in the hope that some almost-out-of-season fruit would convince her to go on living.

[aeternatv]

So I looked up the author of this book, Cherry, and it’s a memoir. Mary Kate grew up in Groves, Texas. Which is nowhere near the Arkansas border.

Seven hours wouldn’t even get you all the way there.

[sunshinespeaks27]

of course i have a praise kink i was ignored as a child.

[whimsyandwrath]

Of course I have a worship kink. I was made to feel every drop of love or affection was conditional.

[butchbluebear]

Just imagining being spooned is enough to make my brain relax and chill out from anxiety

[butchbluebear]

I want to cuddle I want to be told it’s ok I want to have my back rubbed I want to be held so tightly that I feel safe I want to lay in the dark and not be alone in it I want I want I want

[autoenucleate]

ROLLER DERBY KISSES, Acrylic on MDF and leather, Riikka Hyvönen

[autoenucleate]

bonus: here's my favourite title out of the series

[multimousenette]

Did not clock how absolutely HUGE these were

[butchbluebear]

An excerpt from my texts to my friend while visiting my parents.

“If I need to remove everything I care about from their house so it’ll be safe from them, wtf does that mean?”

[butchbluebear]

Why is it that immediately after I cry I am then struck by a physical hunger that sends my libido into the fucking stratosphere and my brain into a 12 hour deep focus on how much I want touch

[fernicenty]

two bear sitting on the edge of katmai river

[nonbinaryjudean]

a quote from people love dead jews on the topic of jews as docile and polite victims who remain kind after atrocities galore:

“Here’s how much some people dislike living Jews: they murdered 6 million of them. This fact bears repeating, as it does not come up at all in Anne Frank’s writings. Readers of her diary are aware that the author was murdered in a genocide, but this does not mean that her diary is a work about genocide. If it were, it is unlikely that it would have been anywhere near as universally embraced.

“We know this, because there is no shortage of writings from victims and survivors who chronicled this fact in vivid detail, and none of those documents have achieved anything like Frank’s diary’s fame. Those that have come close have only done so by observing those same rules of hiding, the ones that insist on polite victims who don’t insult their persecutors.”

the words of dead (murdered) jews exist in the worlds eye to prove a point about us. the words of living (survivors of atrocity) jews are only useful if they confirm the words of jews before the atrocity. we are a political token either way. to be a jew and to be angry threatens the paradigm they have built on the words of jews they killed. that we sat down and took it. the angry jew is a jew with agency. the angry jew forces them to reckon with what the world has done and continues to do. the angry jew speaks for themself and that is too loud. to control our own narrative is to ask for too much.