Vash the Stampede + Text Posts
YOU ARE THE REASON
trying on a metaphor
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
ojovivo

roma★
Monterey Bay Aquarium
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Misplaced Lens Cap

tannertan36

Kaledo Art

Product Placement

#extradirty
Claire Keane

Discoholic 🪩

ellievsbear
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Vash the Stampede + Text Posts
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Tristamp as text posts 98 EDITION AGAIN! 11/?
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jewish literacy, rabbi joseph telushkin / the five stages of grief, linda pastan / cain, josé saramago
“why do i believe this” and “who benefits from me believing it” are the first steps to decolonization and we should all be doing this more
since this is on my dash again another two steps, a little harder this time
“who do i hurt when i do this?” and “could i look them in the eye, validate and acknowledge that hurt, and then keep doing it anyway?”
feels like a good day for another two.
“whose voice is missing from this story” and then “how do i seek out those voices/how does a story i think i know change when i add new perspectives”
Thinking about how Theo Van Gogh loved and supported his brother their whole lives and funded his art even as the rest of the world said it was bad art and how without Theo the world wouldn’t have the art of Vincent Van Gogh and how Theo loved Vincent so much that he died a few months after Vincent died, heartbroken over the loss and how his widow had him reburied next to Vincent so they could be with each other forever and how I can’t even get my brother to text me back smh
I’m thinking about how Vincent had a sister in law (Johanna van Gogh) who understood, accepted and supported her husband’s support of his disabled brother-in-law and understood his art so well that even though she was left widowed, poor, and encumbered with 200 paintings which the art world saw no value in she strove tirelessly to change the minds of the art world. Thinking about how she was raising a child, founding a socialist movement, putting together art shows, and editing her deceased husband’s and brother-in-laws letters to create a book which she could share with the world. Letters we still rely on today to help us understand the beauty and pain of Vincent’s life and my sister won’t even respond to group texts ½ the time.
Meeting the Man: James Baldwin in Paris (Terence Dixon, 1970)
[Image ID: series of photos showing James Baldwin from the chest up. He is outside in front of several Greek style columns, and looking intently to his right offscreen. Text at the bottom of the images reads, “When a white man tears down a prison, he is trying to liberate himself. When I tear down a prison, I’m assumed to be turning into another savage. Because you don’t understand that you, for me, are my prison. You are my warden. I am battling you.” End ID]
Yasmine Wüster
ID: a four-panel comic drawn in shades of black, white, and blue-green. the text reads “being the odd one out / became unbearable / so I became just / what they feared.” the first panel shows a sheep with a black face and legs standing apart from other, pure white sheep. panels 2 and 3 illustrate a transformation sequence in which the black sheep gradually discards the fluffy white wool covering its body. In panel 4, the animal is revealed to have turned into a black wolf, eyes glowing faintly, teeth bared, with only a few scraps of white wool and some spatterings of blood clinging to its body still.
/end ID
- Wuthering Heights, Emily Brontë (1847)
- “The Lost Souls of the USS Yorktown”, Buzzfeed Unsolved (2019)
I was reading an essay about trans identity earlier and the author forwarded an interesting argument, which was that cis-heterosexuality is deeply unnatural. it can’t be anything but unnatural, because if it wasn’t it wouldn’t need to be so violently imposed on everyone and reinforced to you your entire life. which means humanity existed prior to that imposition - that there is a state of existential transsexuality, or rather pre-sexuality (used in this instance to refer both to gender and sexuality), where human beings are fully capable of existing in the world without the imposition of cis-heterosexuality. trans people are just sitting up and taking note of this imposition. so the real question is not “why are you transgender?”, the question is “why are so many of you not transgender?”
"Rather, transsexuals likewise initially attempt to prevent their own falling away from cissexuality. We do this not thanks to cissexuality being truly ‘natural’, but primarily because we face so much social antagonism. In my experience, the realisation of my transsexuality was not merely the original joy of self-understanding, but also the original horror and anxiety at the upcoming difficulty I would face: ‘Oh shit… I’m trans’. Cissexuality should be regarded in this instance as the true social pathogen, whereas transsexuality is ontologically primary. We could say the ‘trans’ signifies ‘transcendental’, a condition for the possibility of (cis)genderism.
Insofar as trans culture accumulates across time, it is through us each teaching one another how not to lose a grip on ourselves. How to revert to our original inversion."
—Xandra Metcalfe, "'Why Are We Like This?': The Primacy of Transsexuality," in Transgender Marxism, ed. Gleeson & O'Rourke (jstor; drive)
strangers being kind to you is one of the best things ever because you know that they gain nothing from it and they probably will never see you again but they just choose to be kind
"We are frustrated by the imposed isolation and invisibility"
If they ever decide to shut down tumblr for good I’m gonna download my blog and turn it into a coffee table book for future generations of my family to be passed down as a family heirloom
cows... the gentlest and most curious of gods
ok wig this was supposed to say gods creatures