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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
A week has passed. Tokihime and Kaneie must marry, or history will be changed.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
No one knows why or how it happens, but rarely -very rarely- a sword smith will walk into his forge to continue working on his latest blade, and find a child with wings asleep next to the unfinished sword.
These living swords with two bodies are treasured and revered. They say no country is complete without a line of smiths capable of creating them. This is a story about swords, humans, and family.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
The first unit makes plans for Fujiwara no Tokihime.
After a long summer break, Iâm back to writing! And following the tradition of splitting up chapters.
Captain America knows whatâs good.
STAY WOKE
This is the Captain America we need in 2017.
Letâs hear Capâs entire speech:
âListen to meâ all of you out there! You were told by this manâ your heroâ that America is the greatest country in the world! He told you that Americans were the greatest peopleâ that America could be refined like silver, could have the impurities hammered out of it, and shine more brightly! He went on about how precious America was â how you needed to make sure it remained great! And he told you anything was justified to preserve that great treasure, that pearl of great price that is America!
âWell, I say America is nothing! Without its idealsâ its commitment to the freedom of all men, America is a piece of trash! A nation is nothing! A flag is a piece of cloth! I fought Adolf Hitler not because America was great, but because it was fragile! I knew that liberty could be snuffed out here as in Nazi Germany! As a people, we were no different than them! When I returned, I saw that you nearly did turn American into nothing! And the only reason youâre not less then nothingâ is that itâs still possible for you to bring freedom back to America!â
âCaptain America, âWhat If (Captain America Were Not Revived Until Today)?â Volume 1 #44 (Peter Gillis, writer), April 1984Â
Female figurine from the Hohle Fels cave near Stuttgart, about 35,000 years old. Interpreted as a pornographic pin-up.
âThe Earliest Pornographyâ says Science Now, describing the 35,000 year old ivory figurine thatâs been dug up in a cave near Stuttgart. The tiny statuette is of a female with exaggerated breasts and vulva. According to Paul Mellars, one of the archaeologist twits who commented on the find for Nature, this makes the figurine âpornographic.â Nature is even titling its article, âPrehistoric Pin Up.â Itâs the Venus of Willendorf double standard all over again. Ancient figures of naked pregnant women are interpreted by smirking male archaeologists as pornography, while equally sexualized images of men are assumed to depict gods or shamans. Or even hunters or warriors. Funny, huh?
Consider: phallic images from the Paleolithic are at least 28,000 years old. Neolithic cultures all over the world seemed to have a thing for sculptures with enormous erect phalluses. Ancient civilizations were awash in images of male genitalia, from the Indian lingam to the Egyptian benben to the Greek herm. The Romans even painted phalluses on their doors and wore phallic charms around their necks.
Ithyphallic figure from Lascaux, about 17,000 years old. Interpreted as a shaman.
But nobody ever interprets this ancient phallic imagery as pornography. Instead, itâs understood to indicate reverence for male sexual potency. No one, for example, has ever suggested that the Lascaux cave dude was a pin-up; heâs assumed to be a shaman. The ithyphallic figurines from the Neolithic â and there are many â are interpreted as gods. And everyone knows that the phalluses of ancient India and Egypt and Greece and Rome represented awesome divine powers of fertility and protection. Yet an ancient figurine of a nude woman â a life-giving woman, with her vulva ready to bring forth a new human being, and her milk-filled breasts ready to nourish that being â is interpreted as pornography. Just something for a man to whack off to. Itâs not as if thereâs no other context in which to interpret the figure. After all, the European Paleolithic is chock full of pregnant-looking female statuettes that are quite similar to this one. By the time we get to the Neolithic, the naked pregnant female is enthroned with lions at her feet, and itâs clear that people are worshipping some kind of female god.
Yet in the Science Now article, the archaeologist who found the figurine is talking about pornographic pin-ups: âI showed it to a male colleague, and his response was, âNothingâs changed in 40,000 years.ââ That sentence needs to be bronzed and hung up on a plaque somewhere, because you couldnât ask for a better demonstration of the classic fallacy of reading the present into the past. The archaeologist assumes the artist who created the figurine was male; why? He assumes the motive was lust; why? Because thatâs all he knows. To his mind, the image of a naked woman with big breasts and exposed vulva can only mean one thing: porn! Porn made by men, for men! And so he assumes, without questioning his assumptions, that the image must have meant the same thing 35,000 years ago. No other mental categories for ânaked womanâ are available to him. His mind is a closed box. This has been the central flaw of anthropology for as long thereâs been anthropology. And even before: the English invaders of North America thought the Iroquois chiefs had concubines who accompanied them everywhere, because they had no other mental categories to account for well-dressed, important-looking women sitting in a council house. Itâs the same fallacy that bedevils archaeologists who dig up male skeletons with fancy beads and conclude that the society was male dominant (because powerful people wear jewelry!), and at another site dig up female skeletons with fancy beads and conclude that this society, too, was male dominant (because women have to dress up as sex objects and trophy wives!). Male dominance is all they can imagine. And so no matter what they dig up, they interpret it to fit their mental model. Itâs the fallacy that also drives evolutionary psychology, the central premise of which is that human beings in the African Pleistocene had exactly the same values, beliefs, prejudices, power struggles, goals, and needs as the middle-class white professors and students in a graduate psychology lab in modern-day Santa Barbara, California. And that these same factors are universal and unchanged and true for all time.
Hohle Fels phallus, about 28,000 years old. Interpreted as a symbolic object and âŠflint knapper. Yes.
Thatâs not science; itâs circular, self-serving propaganda. This little figurine from Hohle Fels, for example, is going to be used as âproofâ that pornography is ancient and natural. I guarantee it. Having been interpreted by pornsick male archaeologists as pornography because thatâs all they know, the statuette will now be trotted out by every every psycho and male supremacist on the planet as âproofâ that pornography is eternal, that male dominance is how itâs supposed to be, and that feminists are crazy so shut the fuck up. Look for it in Steven Pinkerâs next book. ***
P.S. My own completely speculative guess on the figurine is that it might be connected to childbirth rituals. Notice the engraved marks and slashes; thatâs a motif that continues for thousands of years on these little female figurines. No one knows what they mean, but they meant something. Theyâre not just random cut marks. Someone put a great deal of work into this sculpture. Given that childbirth was incredibly risky for Paleolithic women, they must have prayed their hearts out for help and protection in that time. I can imagine an elder female shaman or artist carving this potent little figure, and propping it up somewhere as a focus for those prayers.
On the other hand, it is possible that it has nothing to do with childbearing or sexual behavior at all. The breasts and vulva may simply indicate who the figure is: the female god. Think of how Christ is always depicted with a beard, which is a male sexual characteristic, even though Christ isnât about male sexuality. The beard is just a marker. Or, given the figurineâs exaggerated breasts, it may have something to do with sustenance: milk, food, nourishment.
The notion that some dude carved this thing to whack off to â when he was surrounded by women who probably werenât wearing much in the way of clothes anyway â is laughable.
#reclusiveleftist #womenâs history #porn #white men are stupid
Oldest depiction of female form shows that modern archaeologists are pornsick misogynists : Reclusive Leftist
There was a post doing the rounds on tumblr a while back that I wish I could find, but most of it seemed to be taken from this study by LeRoy McDermott, Comparing Modern Bodies with Prehistoric Artifacts.
When looked at from above, as a woman observes herself, the breasts of PKG-style figurines assume the natural proportions of the average modern woman of childbearing age. For example, the dimensions of the breasts of the off-illustrated Venus of Willendorf are comparable to those of a 26-year-old mother-to-be with a 34C bust (see fig. 5). When foreshortened from above, even the apparent hypertrophic dimensions of the Venus of Lespugue and the best-preserved figurine from DolnĂ Vestonice enter into a reasonably normal, albeit buxom, range.
McDermott goes on to theorise that the reason most of these hyper-female statues are missing a head and hands is that the head, obviously, canât be viewed by the sculptor without access to a reflection of some kind. As the hands are in a constant state of motion making the figurine, it would also be difficult to have a fixed reference to work from.
The whole thing reminds me of that oft-quoted Sandi Toksvig article:
When I was a student at Cambridge I remember an anthropology professor holding up a picture of a bone with 28 incisions carved in it. âThis is often considered to be manâs first attempt at a calendarâ she explained. She paused as we dutifully wrote this down. âMy question to you is this â what man needs to mark 28 days? I would suggest to you that this is womanâs first attempt at a calendar.â
It was a moment that changed my life. In that second I stopped to question almost everything I had been taught about the past. How often had I overlooked womenâs contributions? How often had I sped past them as I learned of male achievement and menâs place in the history books?
Working (loosely) in an archeological field for this past year has made me realise how much is taken for granted about ancient culture and to what degree we patch up the remnants of the past with modern values and notions of gender and sexuality. On a daily basis Iâm asked - when in character - who my husband is, whether Iâm a cook, why Iâm holding a spear and carry a dagger and slingshot as part of my kit. These notions of a womanâs place are so ingrained that the children on school trips to the hill fort frequently canât believe it when I tell them our Chieftain is a woman. Even if the only Iron Age Briton they can name is Boudica, they have a hard time getting their head around it.
I know Iâve reblogged this before, but I just canât help myself. Itâs way too cool.
these kinds of fallacies come from the men thinking with their phallusies
and thatâs exactly the reason why ânothingâs changed in 40,000 yearsââŠ
Buenos Aires, Argentina. 8 August 2018. | Source
âNo es una marcha. No es una moviliaciĂłn. Tampoco es un festival. Es una revoluciĂłn y estĂĄ sucediendo en la calle.â
Hoy, el Senado argentino debatirĂĄ un proyecto de ley que legalizarĂĄ el aborto para embarazos de hasta 14 semanas. Si el proyecto de ley se aprueba y se promulga, Argentina se convertirĂĄ en el paĂs mĂĄs poblado para legalizar el aborto en AmĂ©rica Latina, una regiĂłn donde las estrictas leyes sobre el aborto son la norma y donde la enseñanza catĂłlica ha influenciado la polĂtica durante dĂ©cadas.
El mundo estĂĄ observando.
âIt is not a march. It is not a demonstration. Nor is it a festival. Itâs a revolution and itâs happening on the street.â
Today, Argentinaâs Senate is set to debate a bill that would legalize abortion for pregnancies up to 14 weeks. If the bill passes and is signed into law, Argentina will become the most populous nation to legalize abortion in Latin America, a region where strict abortion laws are the norm and where Catholic teaching has influenced policy for decades.
The world is watching.
Photos translated in English:
1. Legal abortion: we will shout in the name of the girls that are no longer here.
2. If there is no law, there is protest.
3. There shall not be motherhood if it is not desired.
4. Illegal abortion = state femicide.
5. We want to live free without fear.
6. We owe it to all the girls who never returned.
if you find bones in the forest, sit a bit and listen. they are old and have some good stories to tell. maybe theyâll teach you a spell or two, or explain where the water on our planet came from.
if you find bones by the ocean, run. donât look back. run, faster, faster. the sea may love you but there are nights where she knows neither mercy nor science, and the bones warn you only once.
boi if you find bones call the police i hate this website so much
this is a piece of creative writing, in case you couldnât tell from the fact that real bones donât usually go hey lilâ mama lemme whisper bony secrets in your ear or warn you of the incoming tides like a calcified weather frog.
Another WIP because Iâm too impatient to wait until Iâm done
A cloud, if you will
Thought: I do NOT think that 50% of the worldâs billionaires should be women. I think there shouldnât be any billionaires at all.
So you are saying 0% of the world should be billionaires?
Why shouldnât their be billionaires? That makes no sense.
Because the existence of billionaires is predicated on the exploitation of human labor and unsustainable environmental harm. That level of wealth hoarding is harmful to economies, as it reduces the amount of money in circulation. No one person, no family, could ever conceivably even SPEND a billion dollars anyway, and it is inherently immoral to accumulate wealth so narrowly while so much of the world lives in abject poverty. Â
Better then to create a wealth ceiling, a point at which all wealth over a certain point is taxed at or very near 100% to incentivize people to actually spend their money rather than hoard it, stimulating the economy and bettering the lives of far more people. Better even still to create and regulate economic systems that protect workers and the environment in a way that such extreme levels of wealth accumulation arenât even feasible.Â
The problem with this is that it reduces the incentive to actually do fiscally well. Whatâs the point of starting a business if you canât become wealthy?
There is a very real difference between âreasonably wealthyâ and A BILLIONAIRE
No one is saying you shouldnât have a nice house, we are saying that having multiple really, really ridiculously nice houses while your employees are either homeless or at serious risk of becoming homeless is immoral.
Iâll never understand why this concept is hard for people. I think itâs because they canât actually fathom how much $1 Billion is.
Seriously.
Letâs say you have a badass job. A great job. You make $100 AN HOUR. You work 10 hours a day ($1000 A DAY), 5 days a week ($5000 a week!!!), every week ($20,000 A MONTH), thats $240,000 Every Year.
It would take you 4,167 years to make a billion dollars.
If Jeff Bezos stops to pick up a crisp fifty dollar bill from the sidewalk, he will have made less money from that bill than he did from his assets in the same amount of time.
Billionaires arenât an incentive towards productivity, theyâre the opposite. When you have so much money that you can make money just by existing, what external motivation do you have to actually contribute to society?
African Canvas Margaret Courtney-Clarke
The Art of Africa is a casualty of colonial exploitation, surviving principally in the museums of other countries. ~Â Nadine Gordimer
âMy objective in this work is to document an extraordinary art form - vernacular art and architecture in West Africa - that is not transportable and therefore not seen in museums around the world. It is an attempt to capture the unseen Africa, a glimpse into the homes and into the spirit of very proud and dignified peoples. In much the same way as I photographed the art of Ndebele women, I have drawn on my personal affinity for the art itself, for methods, design and form, rather than the socio-anthropological or political realities of a people or continent in dilemma. These images portray a unique tradition of Africa, a celebration of an indigenous rural culture in which the women are the artists and the home her canvas.â
As a queer Christian, Iâve struggled a LOT the past few years with my church family. I donât want to be a part of a body of my brothers and sisters who are disgusted by me, you know? So Iâve wanted a new church for a while now, but I just never started looking. I live in the Bible Belt, Iâm never going to be able to find an accepting church, right? It felt overwhelming. I didnât know how to even START looking. And I know a lot of other people, whether LGBTQ or allies, find themselves in the same situation. Thatâs why I wanted to share THIS WEBSITE I found. It has a directory of (currently) 8,340 LGBTQ+ Affirming church congregations around the globe. I even found one, in my preferred denomination, only 20 minutes away from me. PLEASE spread this, I know I needed it, and other people might too.
SPREAD THIS
christian lgbt need to feel accepted and loved by God too.
Another good website is Church Clarity. It only has churches in the U.S. but theyâre constantly updating their info and adding new churches.
www.churchclarity.org
âAt a time like this, too,â said Miss Treason, laying down the shamble. âThis is so inconvenient. But there is no doubt.â She paused for a moment and said: âI will die the day after tomorrow. On Friday, just before half past six in the morning.â It was an impressive statement, and did not deserve this reply: âOh, thatâs a shame, tae be missinâ the weekend like that,â said Rob Anybody. âAre ye goinâ somewhere nice?â
â on the death of Miss Treason | Terry Pratchett, Wintersmith
Some trans guy tips from your dad
Donât try that mascara/arm hair shit. Iâve been passing for more than a year with short, blond arm hair. Itâs not an important secondary sex characteristic.
Board shorts (without pockets in the front) do wonders to minimize the width of your hips. Always choose board shorts over swim trunks. Choose them over cargo shorts if itâs appropriate.
Speak from your chest, never from your head.
The goal of binding should not be an entirely flat chest; you should bind for your body type.
GC2b makes the best binders out there, and their products are designed specifically for trans men/transmasculine people.
It might seem useless if youâre pre-T, but working out can be a big help for dysphoria.
Eyebrows are really important to passing pre-testosterone. Muss that shit up. Make them look unkempt.
When you ask for a haircut, make sure the edges in the back are squared, not rounded.
If you have peach fuzz, I would advise shaving it. Cis guys shed theirs when they go through puberty. Shaving can also help with facial hair dysphoria.
Donât ever buy a binder from Amazon. They run in strange sizes (I was an XXL even though Iâm a M in GC2b) and take weeks/months to come. Itâs also difficult to breathe in them after a few hours.
@shyguyshiloh @kuchenkat
Spread the word, especially for the board shorts thing!!!!!! They do WONDERS for making hips appear slimmer!!!!!
@cloudstreamer
for my masculine children :-*
Adding a couple things.Â
-Patience is a virtue you need to come to terms with. Even on T, things take time. My voice dropped immediately, but my cycle continued for 6 months. Weâre all different.Â
-In the summer, HYDRATE YOURSELF. A binder is an extra layer, and mine have always been very warm.Â
-When its not too hot, layers are your friend. Youâd be surprised what even simply an undershirt can do to smooth out your look.Â
-You are going to get misgendered. This is a fact, and it sucks. Learn to politely correct people. Remember you might be the first (openly) trans person they meet, so be a good ambassador.Â
-When you start T, your smell will change. You will sweat like youâve never sweat before, and it WILL STINK. Adjust your bathing habits accordingly.Â
*coughs in direction of my trans friendos*
If you have a really large chest you might do better with Underworks binders. They arenât pretty, theyâre not soft, but they do a good job and were the first on the market for a very long time. I couldnât stand gc2b so if youâre like me, try Underworks.
Donât double bind.
DONâT USE DUCK TAPE. I still have scars from a dumb decision I made as a teen and Iâm 31 now.
When the time comes for top surgery, shop around. Find someone who will tailor your chest to your needs. Look at their portfolio. Compare surgeons. See if you can find someone who will work with your health insurance if you have it.
Be safe. Be healthy. Take your time. Itâs not a race or a competition.
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