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Imagine for a moment youāre one of Lou Wilsonās new neighbors. This guy moves in driving the joker-mobile. He gives you his number and when your call goes to voicemail youāre treated to a full gospel choir. One day you catch a glimpse through his window and heās just scratching hundreds of scratch-off lottery tickets. He owns two jet skis.
i think a lot of people internalized the misogynistic idea that āmen are rational and women are emotionalā and just went āthatās trueā¦ but itās a good thing!ā instead of saying āthatās obviously bullshit and we shouldnāt perpetuate this belief in any formā
"I asked chat gpt." "I asked grok" okay well I asked Chrisjen Avasarala and she said do not put your dick in it, it's fucked enough already, and I think that really applies here.
I highly recommend watching this testimony from Aliya Rahman, the disabled woman who was dragged out of her car and kidnapped by ICE on her way to a doctor appointment in Minneapolis a few weeks ago.
Truly my worst nightmare.
To the tune of āBella Ciaoā
I want a lawyer
Where is my lawyer
Until then I take the 5th
Take the 5th, 5th, 5th
Amendment to
The Constitution
I have a right to silence, bitch
Fight the power
In the spirit of the CIA āfuck shit upā handbook, I hope theyāre ārefusingā like this.
ICE: Hi, we need a vehicle towed. Weāre at 1234 North Main Street.
Ally Tow Truck Driver: Yessir, Iāll be there as soon as I can. ETA is about 20-30 minutes.
***35 minutes later***
ICE: Where the fuck is my tow?
Ally tow truck driver: Weāre arriving at 1234 South Main right now.
ICE: š¤¬š¤¬š¤¬ We said 1234 NORTH Main you incompetent morons.
Ally Tow Truck: Oh no, weāre so sorry. Weāre sending a truck there immediately.
ā¦ and then they keep fucking up until ICE figures out that the tow isnāt ever coming.
Donāt just refuse to tow for ICE, waste their time. Let them sit around waiting for a truck thatās not on the way. Delay ICE from starting to search for a Collaboratorās tow truck company.
Please if you have a chance, report this GoFundMe!
Hereās the Report Fundraiser link: https://www.gofundme.com/contact/suggest/fraud
And hereās the ICE agentās GoFundMe which youāll need to copy and paste into the report: https://www.gofundme.com/f/ice-offuver-jonathan-ross
IANAL and I am not sure if there are calculated financial damages, but the GFM claims Renee was a domestic terrorist. She has never been tried nor convicted of any such crime, so that could be libelous. Another way the GFM violates the terms of service.
Iāve discovered a new use for pimple patches.
I have the flu. My nose has been running continuously. Between that, the sneezing and the constant wiping with tissues, the skin around the edges of my nostrils is getting chapped. Tissues with lotion in them can only do so much.
So out of desperation, I tried covering the chapped skin around my nostrils with pimple patches. They are just small enough that I can cover up the irritated skin without getting them stuck in any nose hair, and theyāre sticking surprisingly well. Itās a lot of relief for very little effort.
Having experienced a lot of it in my 20s, I think some of the worst, pettiest, most straight up this-is-just-bullying-you're-passing-off-as-praxis incidences of Queer Infighting endemic to young people can be best understood as attempts to exercise power by people with very little power.
Like you're 22, you're queer, you've just become a Marxist, the scope of World Suck is overwhelming and you have $30 in your bank account. What can you do toĀ feel like you have any power? Well, you can try to get your frenemy cancelled for cosplaying a character from a problematic show. You can write a public callout post over someone's obviously friendly use of a slur you don't think they technically have the right to reclaim. Doing this stuff can make you feel like you have power and your actions have an impact. Unfortunately the impact in question is a negative impact on other marginalized people. But that often takes some maturity and self-reflection to notice.
I'm reminded of this post from 2017. To paraphrase, OP took part in community service via their university and part of that was cleaning the bathrooms at the local homeless community centre, which would frequently get trashed, not because the homeless people using them disrespected the work of the people cleaning them but because they had so little control over other things that happened in their lives, and the bathroom was something they could affect.
This, too, is a trashed bathroom; young queer people living through hell and having precious little control over their circumstances or the world in which they exist can affect something by using the language of social justice as a cudgel on their would-be allies, as well as getting a brief feeling of power over someone else by doing it.
It's not worth it. Don't trash your community bathrooms.
Just know that if I ever say, āI love *insert celebrity name*,ā I mean I love them as an artist or performer or whatever profession that made them famous. I do not mean I love them as a person. I donāt have the first fuckinā clue what theyāre like as a person.
reminder that "allies welcome" was once secret code for "those not out yet can still participate without putting themselves at risk", and for those who aren't out yet to comfortably exist in these spaces you have to let allies exist in those spaces too.
this is also important for queer people who don't know anyone else there. let them bring their friend, even if the friend is cishet. many would rather not go at all, rather than go somewhere alone.
It is always better to let respectful cishets into our spaces than to try and police who is queer enough to be allowed.
When I was in high school (2004 - 2008, not that long ago), we had exactly one out person. One.
We also didn't have a Gay Straight Alliance chapter yet. Virtually every support group you could find, even in navy blue states, was a local chapter of the GSA. You were much more likely to find that acronym than LGBTQ+.
Our school decided we wanted one, but we wanted to be inclusive, because we knew there were other letters. We called our group "Spectrum", because it would cover everyone, including allies.
It took three meetings in front of the school's board of directors to get permission for the club to exist. Again, this was a private school, in a mid-Atlantic state that has been navy blue and "progressive" for decades (even at that point).
Other than the one (1) kid who was out? Every single other member said we were Allies.
Nearly 20 years later, almost every single one of us is out as some flavor of queer.
A lot of us knew we were huge supporters of queer rights, we just didn't quite know all the reasons why yet. Asexuality wasn't discussed the way it is now, neither was any type of gender nonconformity. Hell, bisexuality was barely acknowledged, and even then it was mostly only given a nod as "girls who turn guys on by kissing girls" (biphobia was strong, and unfortunately still is).
Making sure allies have a space at our table ensures that people have the space to explore their own identity, to question if one of our labels might work for them too.
It also allows people who may have some baked-in prejudices realize that those prejudices are wrong. That we're not evil and hateful, that we are actually pretty nice and friendly.
One time, some friends and I were at a pretty famous local gay bar, and this guy walked in looking like he was ripped out of the pages of Redneck Magazine. He looked super uncomfortable, but he was polite to the hostess and she sat him alone, near us. A lot of people were tense, and watching him out of the corner of our eyes, because we all knew what happened at Pulse.
But one of my friends is the person who knows absolutely everyone and goes out of their way to make new friends. He's also a cis straight guy. He leans over, compliments the guy's Carhartt jacket, and asks if he's ever been to the place before.
The guy, who is still kind of tense, says his name is Johnny and no, he's never been to no queer bar before, but his sister just came out to the family. Their parents were awful about it, and while he "didn't understand it", he didn't think his sister should be disowned and hated the thought of seeing her cry, so he wanted to try and understand.
I remembered the story that's made the rounds here- about the guy named Earl who went to a drag show and everyone made him feel welcome because they knew he needed to have a good time to prove we queer folks were safe.
So I invited Johnny to sit with us. "It's more fun than sitting alone. Here, have some of my fries, I'm probably not going to finish them anyway."
He sat at our table, and when he found out that my friend was also a cis straight guy, he visibly relaxed. So did a lot of other patrons, once they realized he wasn't there to cause violence.
Over the next few hours, he ate great food, had a couple beers, clapped and smiled at the drag shows, and asked a LOT of questions. At first, he was using language we might call "un-PC" (the kind that would get you cancelled on this webbed site). But he realized we were using different words, and asked. He asked why the old words were wrong, why the newer ones were right, and how not to be offensive.
The staff found out what was going on, and eventually a card got passed around the whole joint and everyone wrote supportive messages for Johnny's sister Lila. This big tough man felt safe enough to cry a little in front of us queer strangers, because we instantly accepted his sister as one of our own, as family, even though we'd never met her.
I'd later found out from the staff that Johnny had returned, more than once. A couple times with Lila herself, and a couple times with his friends... who were gruff and suspicious at first, but won over by the end of the night.
We need to be a safe space for allies. For people who may not use all the Correct And Accepted Special Words but genuinely want to understand and accept us. As someone who is both asexual and nonbinary, I felt way safer with Johnny (despite him using outdated terminology for a while) than I do with a lot of people on THIS QUEER ASS WEBSITE.
Allies are sometimes members of the family that don't even know they're in the closet yet, because they don't know the closer includes people like them.
Allies are sometimes people who don't know the right words or behaviors, but still want to support someone they love.
Scooting over and making a safe, welcoming space for allies will always be important. And it will help us get closer to that world of acceptance we want to see.
Front load washers are disgusting š. Iāve just spent the last hour and a half, waist deep in a washing machine cleaning lord knows how many months of someone elseās grime out of the gasketš¤¢
So you know how front load washing machines never fully dry out inside? So annoying! So mildewy!
I got a magnet hook a bunch of those hanging desiccant bags. When Iām done using the machine, I quickly wipe down the inside of the machine with a microfiber cloth (which I keep handy by clipping to the side of the machine with a magnetic chip clip), then use the magnetic hook to hang the desiccant bag inside. It draws moisture out and helps truly dry out the machine.
My description might not make sense, so hereās a picture.
Look at all that water!
When I need to do a load, the hook and bag both pop right off. I just attach them to the side of the machine until Iām done doing laundry.
It really helps.
I was reading something about Whitestown, Indiana and my eyes nearly popped out of my head thinking it was one of THOSE comically racist towns. Nice to know, at least the name, wasnāt that.
Racisttown, named after the abolitionist Stopbeing Racist,
That's nothing. Check THIS shit out
WHAT THE HELL
George Washington Hitler and his son Dr. Gay Hitler,
This post has been getting notes for like 4 times longer than the shitty job that I was thinking about whitestown for
What you really wanna pay attention to in Indiana is not the town name but the mascot for that townās high school football team.
Hint: Any team mascot thatās a dragon was probably not the fun, winged, fire-breathing kind until after the DC Stephenson trial.
This is Camina Drummer, and this message is for the traitor, the coward, Marco Inaros. You hunted me and mine, and still we are here. Unbent, unbroken, unbowed. And you? You are nothing. You stole from your own. You abandoned Ceres to the Inners and left Belters to starve. You called yourself a champion, and then you ran. So go and raise your bounties. Track me down and kill me if you can. It doesn't matter anymore. I will always be the one who took back what you stole. Camina Drummer did this to you. Live shamed and die empty.
what a queen
i saw a post on twitter by a european saying americans are fake for their random compliments to strangers and their general cheery demeanor and like no. no no no you donāt understand. if you get a random compliment from an american on the street about your outfit or whatever, that is 100% genuine. we mean it. we arenāt lying we are making a small but fleeting connection with you because our lives are shitty but the human condition is enduring. oh god iām clutching my chest
If you get a compliment from a random American on the street, know that they tried their best to keep from saying a peep to you but they literally could not hold it in. They HAD to say something.
The other day a tiny gay man in a hurry bumped me on the Metro escalator and said "Sorry, great dress by the way" and then he stopped at the top of the escalator and turned around and said "AND a great hat. THAT is how we do summer!" and SPRINTED for his bus and I coasted on that for the rest of the day.
Love this post!
When I first moved to Prague I had a colleague who had such great style, and I always complimented her because I thought she was hot and cool. Years later when we were friends, she told me that she always suspected me of trying to manipulate her somehow because that is not how Czechs roll, and it was really inconceivable to her that I was simply complimenting her with no ulterior motive, but that's culturally normal to me?
Also, I am married to a British person, and his mother is an artist -- she's a collograph print-maker, and she told me that whenever she wants a pick me up, she sends photos of her latest prints to me, because I can be counted upon to say something nice. What can I say? I love her work? Her prints are beautiful, so...not faking?
Americans have a lot of blind spots and issues, but saying the nice thing in their brains to other people is fine? Like? A little more kindness and connection isn't hurting anyone?
There was a post on r/askanamerican just the other day, by a guy living in Eastern Europe who has a fun backpack (it looks like a reeses cup package with a bite taken out of it!) and said he constantly got compliments on it from American tourists
And he was like...are all of you like that? You say nice things to total strangers as if you're life-long friends??
And the entire comment section was like: Yup. Absolutely. This is 100% a thing we do.
And someone looked up a picture of the backpack and shared it and we were all like OMG THAT IS AN AMAZING BACKPACK yeah if I saw someone in any city on earth wearing that thing I would in fact say something.
Sometimes posts on that subreddit are a trash fire, but we were all so happy to talk about times we've told strangers compliments or been complimented by strangers.
And genuinely, it's one of the few things that makes me proud to be American. Like. We have a reputation for telling total strangers when we like something they're wearing/doing. And we mean it, every single time!
This is a thing in Canada, too.
And I can see why people who aren't used to it can find it creepy. Especially since there are people who use this in creepy/awkward ways - I've seen a lot of fuckboys use this sort of thing to hit on women who can't say much back without looking like they're breaking the social contract.
But it can be fun and lighthearted, too. If I'm wearing a pair of cute earrings, and the cashier at the coffeeshop tells me that they think my earrings are cute too, that's nice.
An unsolicited compliment from an American is probably genuine, especially if itās not a situation where a man could be trying to get laid.
However if you ask an American how theyāre doing and they say, āIām fine,ā we are mother fucking lying through our mother fucking teeth.
If itās a Midwestern American and they say, āIām here,ā theyāre about five minutes away from a full breakdown.
