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eternal youth is wasted on the ageless
"I don't see any god up here. But from here the Earth is beautiful, without borders or divisions."
The first words of a human in space.
Soviet Cosmonaut Yuri Gagarin, April 12, 1961.
Thanks to Clara Statello
wholesome non-toxic Yuri
I liked this post, scrolled for like another minute before I went “SHIT FUCK SHIT” and scrolled back to reblog it
I always reblog this one when I see it on my dash. When someone posts their own art, writing, or music here they are really hoping you will share it.
give art, i wish to consume it
was… was the windows recall thing just so they could train their ai over a more generalized collection of datapoints? that the kind of people to upload screenshots of their desktop setup are those who have lots of monitors / custom config / ui tweaks, so they needed a more averaged sample?
i recently saw a tiktok where a woman asked "girlies: what are some things you do to be more whimsical? I love knowing cute little habbits"
and i've never loved a comment section more. some of my faves:
(˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
I talk to basically everything as if it's a person. I greet passing crows as my "cousins." I respond conversationally to my cats. I yell "same to you!" when inanimate objects make loud noises. I say good morning to plants. I thank my phone when an alarm goes off. When objects don't act the way I want them to I explain what I need them to do, or tell them they're being rude. I tell my car when we're stopping for gas.
I reassure credit card readers who are struggling that I know they are doing their best. Bless you, you funky lil machine, I'm sorry my dad is part of the reason people hate you. :(
If an object looks like it's about to roll away or fall over I'll put it in its place and then raise my index finger and one eyebrow at it like it's a naughty child or a cat about to push a glass of water over, like "Ah ah ah! Stay where you are!" I did this to my groceries last week and the checkout lady saw me and said "That was adorable."
i like to talk to my plants and tell them how proud i am of them and ooh and ahh at how quickly they’ve grown.
me: yeah it was really weird, even though on paper my career was really hot, for that whole six months nobody in the industry would take my calls?
person with knowledge of the matter: oh yeah, zero trans people in the whole country could get employed in the entire entertainment sector for that whole period. There was a silent, uncoordinated, unwritten omerta on employing trans people that whole time. What can ya do?
me:
it’s not paranoia if they’re actually out to get you
why is this framed all cutesy??
ohhhhhhhhh
I love you Thai trans women dodging the draft
the lesbian computer from portal was right. given the circumstances ive been shockingly nice
insane like/reblog parity on this post btw
who ruined it
dw i fixed it
me: idk i'm kinda lonely in london
my american friend: you were abandoned by LA lesbians as a baby. they loved you but Hades stole you and turned you british. come home. if you can prove yourself a true hero your american lesbian goddesshood will be restored
Someone in Glasgow please go see this for me pls. I will be there in spirit 🙏
Brief report from the flute accompaniment:
It went well! At least 100 people attended, families dogs a solid portion of Glasgow's trans community. There was a really lovely atmosphere, nice weather and a very cheerful celebratory vibe.
After short speeches from the ballhaver and the large dyke (my wife), the ballhaver was given a chupa chup and blindfolded (execution style). The balls were then duly kicked; it made a surprisingly loud dull thumping sound. She fell to the ground to loud cheers and there was a moment of silence while Taps played on the flute. The large dyke wore solovair urban hikers.
Account from the Large Dyke.
Arrived early to find the crowd already gathering, so the kick got off to a prompt start. Following some introductions from everybody and some cheery folk music from our flautist (my wife!) we got on with the kick.
I think we got good contact, the top of my boot making a good solid noise on impact. Very good atmosphere all round, people stayed to chat for a while. Were it not January it would have been an excellent opportunity for a picnic.
10/10 queer event, would happily kick anybody in the balls in the name of community.
Account from the ball haver
7am: the pressure is getting to me; I wake up and drink half a bottle of diet iron bru from my bedside table; roll out of bed, and psych myself up in the mirror - "you can do this my little pogchamp" I say to myself over and over until I decend into a stupor.
8am: I play an hour of Okami on steam to replenish my chi levels
9am: I look at my balls for a while
10am: I spend 20 or so minutes trying to decide what to wear before realising it's the subartic in midwinter and I'm going to have to dress for -2C° regardless of what I choose and opt of my trusty black Schott thermal padded winter flight jacket and a pair of loose, warm Uniqlo trousers to give my testicles room to breathe.
11am: crashing out, texting my friends to arange a substitute kickee, an understudy, anybody so I can just become one with the crowd and not go through with it
12am: the homies have arrived, I'm drinking redbush tea in a small cafe by the park; god is in his heaven and all is right with the world
12.15: "you must be here to watch me get kicked in the balls?"
12.40: a circle emerges, from within the circle a palpable energy focuses like a lens down unto me and I feel like I'm gonna pee my pants a little
12.50: cheers begin, several complete families with dogs arrive - more friends appear and assort themselves into a gathering of 'real heads' ready to watch my groin be dessicated by the firm lace of a women for woman woman with a foot loosed through the gates of war as Augustus saw fit the dispatch and return of his troops from far corners through the blessings of Janus.
12.55: I think I left the stove on
1pm: Short introductions are made, grace is shown, beautiful flute music accompanies the gathering
1.03pm: what is left of my dignity disappears up my inguinal canal; I fall to the ground and languish a moment. I can feel it more in my lower chest than I can in my groin but the humour and adrenaline lift me and I'm laughing on my feet again soon. I kneel for the last post.
Do you want a website that ends in .meow?
WELL
A few friends and myself have decided to apply to ICANN (the corporation that runs these kinds of things) for a new gTLD (generic Top Level Domain, yknow, like .org or .com) that isn’t for-profit. Instead of paying your money to a digital landlord like GoDaddy and their shareholders, that money is being funneled straight back into the queer community, queer projects, queer charities, etc…
To do that, we need to apply, and to apply, we need money.
The bad: it’s €80,000.
The good: we already got half.
The better: we got half in under ten days.
We’re not there yet, though. There’s two ways to get this money. The first is to promise to sell user data. Since literally our whole thing is paying back into the community, selling user information to governments rapidly spiralling into full-blown fascism or some billionaire who mostly wants to just get even more billionaire…der… We decided not to do that.
So the alternative:
Kickstarter.
I know, I know, it’s not cool to ask for money, but if it’s any consolation we literally can’t get rich off of this and when it starts to make a profit, that money is going to be going into your local queer communities, they will have but to reach out and ask for it. :)
We are trying to build an internet by us, for us.
If you want to support us, the basic (above the lowest) Kickstarter gets you a voucher for a year of a .meow domain, when we go live. If you’re like “okay, cool, I don’t do computers, I’m literally dictating this to my cool cousin” then you can still support by finding your local nerds and sharing this with them! Anyone can help, anyone can support, and you’ll have the knowledge that by having a cool .meow url you’re also helping queer and lgbt communities around the world.
So yeah, it would mean the world to me if you’d share this, if you clickied the link, reached out, talked about it, made noise, ask questions… whatever you want or are able to do to make .meow happen.
Remember: Names Have Power.
Let’s make .meow a thing. By us. For Us.
There should be large predatory birds that prey on cars during traffic jams. They should live on mountains and manipulate dreams to cause DUIs and thus fecund hunting grounds.
Bored in traffic listening to a podcast. A sudden explosion of feathers and crunching of iron. The glint of a 2019 Toyota carolla and the distant screams of a software developer.
i wouldn’t want to go any other way
of all the liquids you could douse your mattress in, water is ideal.
This is so fucking embarrassing. This is one of the most embarrassing business quips I have ever seen in my entire vile career.
“huge wax miin closet” no thanks, i don’t need one of those.
me when i’m a fox
me to my egg donor whenever she misgenders me (we’re no contact):
furry in the sense i need deworming