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Celebrating Pride with vintage Lesbian cartoonists. Cartoon by Jennifer Camper.
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Happy Pride month all you Beatniks, Queers, and Freaks!
Pre-Wenclair. A concerned vampire observes a preliminary courtship ritual between two queer disasters.
Wednesday: I don’t trust your motives.
Enid: You really shouldn’t. I plan to take advantage of our relationship to get exactly what I want from you.
Wednesday: And what might that be?
Enid: Excessive physical contact, possession of your oral faculties, and your single most precious resource—time.
Wednesday: Stating your machinations outright is both bold and reckless.
Enid: Qualities that haven’t failed me yet.
Wednesday: We’ll see about that tonight. Expect no mercy.
Enid: Obvi. See ya then!
Wednesday: *nods, turns, and stalks away*
Yoko/Enid: 😒 🥰
Yoko: So are you trying to date her or beat her at her own game?
Enid: Little bit of column A, little of column B.
Yoko: 🤔
Yoko: Does this involve the rainbow duct tape, hot pink taser, and hardback copy of “A Gucci Girl’s Guide to Torture” you had delivered to my dorm room last week?
Enid: *sheepishly* Okay, maybe a lot of column B.
Esther: Look at you. Small. Soft. Weak. Why would I ever allow my daughter on a date with a morbid little whelp like you?
Wednesday: Because I am superior to any dull-witted mongrel boy that you might scrape up for Enid.
Esther: *disdainful sniff* I doubt that. What can a girl as scrawny as you even do on a hunt? Catch a measily rabbit?
Wednesday: *produces a photo from her coat pocket and hands it over*
Esther: *studies the picture*
Wednesday: That was taken in the wilds of Northern Canada by the rescue team. My Cessna had crashed, leaving me stranded alone for a week.
Wednesday: It was a particularly inspired birthday present. I still have the hatchet.
Esther:
Esther: This… is a disemboweled bear.
Wednesday: My first predator.
Esther: *scoffs* I don’t see you in the picture.
Wednesday: Look again, just below the asternal ribs and to the right of the liver.
Esther: *squints* All I see are entrails.
Wednesday: Those are my braids.
Esther: *disbelieving stare*
Wednesday: It was 30 below zero the previous night and I required shelter. An Addams doesn’t develop a tolerance for hypothermia until 10.
Esther:
Esther: *holds the photo up next to Wednesday’s face and looks from one to the other*
Wednesday: *sighs and puts on a homicidal grin*
Esther: …Ah.
Wednesday: *drops the smile* Satisfied?
Esther:
Esther:
Esther: Have her back by no later than 11.
Wednesday: The attempt will be considered. And keep the photo. I have more.
Esther: *glares for a long moment, then nods with a grudging respect and goes to call down her daughter the future Mrs. Addams*
I’ll weave it myself, letting it tangle in all the right places 🪢
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So cute.
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From bottom of my heart
Putting folks hard work through a machine you don’t deserve call yourself fan of art.
I think there's actually an additional level of betrayal here.
When I was a teenager and learning about critiquing, one of the things I was explicitly taught was that you don't share other people's manuscripts without permission, full stop. If you're critiquing someone's story, you don't show that draft to your partner, or your friend, or anyone, no matter how good or how bad or how funny or how weird or how whatever you think it is. You have been extended a degree of trust, but that does not come with the right to extend that trust to someone else on the author's behalf.
So even before you get to don't feed other people's work into AI, there's the very basic and technology-agnostic social contract of if you are critiquing someone else's draft, the permission to read it only extends to you and the feedback you provide should only be coming from you. Feeding it into AI is adding insult to injury, but even if you took the AI out of it and substituted another human reader it would still be Super Not Okay.
WTF.
Please Download and share this video before it disappears! The White House mistakenly uploaded Donald Trump’s remarks at an Easter lunch, which was supposed to be closed to the press, to YouTube Wednesday, before realizing its error and making the link private.
In Trump's speech, which Business Insider’s Bryan Metzger uploaded to X in full, Trump fantasizes about being a king, admits there’s no money left for health care or childcare because of the war he started, and daydreams about seizing all of Iran’s oil, and talks about returning America to Christianity as the state religion.
Trump does sound a bit more candid here than he does in front of reporters.
At 14:50 he starts to go on a racist rant about people from Somalia and fraud in Minnesota and in LA.
At 19:03 He starts talking about giving no federal money to Daycare, Medicaid, Medicare or Education and calling all of those programs "little scams". (19:50)
“We’re fighting wars. We can’t take care of daycare. You got to let a state take care of daycare, and they should pay for it too. They should pay. They’ll have to raise their taxes, but they should pay for it. And we could lower our taxes a little bit to them to make up,” Trump said. “It’s not possible for us to take care of daycare, Medicaid, Medicare, all these individual things. They can do it on a state basis. You can’t do it on a federal. We have to take care of one thing: military protection.
Apparently, the Department of Education "needs only one person and a secretary to take dictation", but there is now a White House Department of Faith (so much for the separation of Church and State)
At 23:32 He starts quoting from the New Testament and comparing himself to Jesus.
“On Palm Sunday Jesus entered Jerusalem with praise honoring him as King. They call me King now, can you believe it? No Kings. I can’t get a ballroom approved. It’s pretty amazing, right?” Trump also said in the speech. “If I was a king, we’d be doing a lot more. I’m doing a lot, but I could be doing a lot more if I was a king.”
At 27:09 Trump says "This Easter We are bringing Religion (Christianity) back to America."
Bunker construction appears to be related to the secure shelter and communications center underneath the former East Wing
I'm shocked. Shocked I say. Who ever would have thought that Trump might actually be building himself a "secret" underground palace and military complex from which he could launch drone attacks against anyone who wanted to remove him from the office of Presidency - ever.
It’s been 10 years.
So let’s talk about it. Ten years ago I was on the frontlines with many other queers watching in utter horror as our favorite new icon was murdered. Lexa was a fictional character, but she symbolized so much more. There wasn’t nearly as much sapphic representation on tv, let alone on such a widely accessible channel, ten years ago as there is now. We were already starved for it. We’d been gifted an amazing character. A badass, young, female warrior who grown ass men respected and followed without question, who lead her people with sensibility and compassion. And then we were given enemies to lovers. The conflicted, complex, emotional roller coaster that was Clarke and Lexa. Two powerhouses who didn’t fall in love easily, they had to fight for it. No wonder Clexa was so iconic.
But we were also skeptical. We shouted loudly “We’ve seen this before!” “We’re afraid she’s going to be killed!” “We don’t want another victim of ‘bury your gays!’”
And we were promised Lexa would live.
We were lied to.
The network showed clips of the season finale with Lexa in it, to lure us into a false sense of security. Then that night, March 3, 2016, they gave us the Clexa sex scene, they gave us happy Clexa, they told us she would be fine, then they shot her on screen and we all watched our icon die.
I was 24 years old, a lesbian yearning for any on screen representation, and finally finding an incredible source. I cried for weeks. It hurt for years. I genuinely grieve this fictional character. I’m still not over the injustice, I just live with it deep in my heart. Lexa is part of me now. I haven’t had interest in any sapphic shows since. I’d been raised on Tara Maclay, and witness to Lexa. I’ve mistrusted tv writers ever since because I don’t want to get my heart broken again.
I never watched a single episode of The 100 after 3x07. I’ve seen clips of Lexa’s appearances and mentions. I know the significance of the series finale. The only thing I can say is Thank You to Alycia who chose her finale appearance with grace and understanding of the impact Lexa had. She was not going to let them use Lexa to hurt us again.
This is why Lexa is so deeply important to me. She is my icon. She is a symbol of the pain and injustice we suffer in the LGBT community. She is a warrior and a leader. She is my Heda.
Reshop, Heda
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February 4 at 1:54 PM ·
THIS IS HER ENTIRE TESTIMONY WORD FOR WORD & IT ABSOLUTELY SHOULD GO VIRAL:
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Note: I was meticulous & must have watched the video about a hundred times over the last 2 hours to ensure I got it right, I emphasised the words she emphasised
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“Thank you members, for taking the time to be here today, and thank you staff for making this happen.
My name is Aliya Rahman and I’m a resident of South Minneapolis. I’m a Bangladeshi American born in Northern Wisconsin and I’m a disabled person with autism and a traumatic brain injury. Not all autistic brains do this, but MINE fixates on sounds, numbers and patterns.
And while what the world saw happened to me EXACTLY 3 weeks ago today, on video, was a terrible violation - it is still NOTHING compared to the horrific practices I saw inside the Whipple Center. So, I am here today with a duty to the people who have not had the privilege of coming home. And I offer this DATA, because these practices must end NOW.
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On January 13th, on the way to my 39th appointment at Hennepin County’s Traumatic Brain Injury Center, I encountered a traffic jam caused by ICE vehicles and no signs indicating how to get around it.
I had not wanted to pull into a blocked, chaotic intersection, but verbally agreed to do so and rolled down my window after an agent yelled:
‘MOVE, I WILL BREAK YOUR F•CKING WINDOW.’
His first instruction.
Agents, on all sides of my vehicle, yelled conflicting threats and instructions that I could NOT process while watching for pedestrians.
Then, the glass of my passenger side window flew across my face.
I yelled, ‘I’m DISABLED.' at the hands grabbing at me.
An agent said, ‘TOO LATE.’
I felt immersed in a pattern, and I thought of Genoa Donald, an autistic black man, killed by police during a traffic stop in 2021. I remembered Mr. Silverio Villegas González who was killed by ICE in his vehicle last year.
An agent pulled a large combat knife in front of my face, which I thought was for cutting me, and I later learned, was used to cut off my seat belt.
Shooting pain went through my head, neck and wrist when I hit the ground face first and people leaned on my back. I felt the pattern, and I thought of Mr. George Floyd who was killed four blocks away.
I was carried face down through the street by my cuffed arms and legs while yelling that I had a brain injury and was disabled. I now cannot lift my arms normally. I was never asked for ID. Never told I was under arrest. Never read my rights. And never charged with a crime.
Approaching the Whipple Center, I saw black and brown bodies shackled together, chained together, being marched by yelling agents outdoors.
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I continue to hear the word ‘BODIES’ because that is how the agents refer to us.
‘We’re bringing in a BODY.’
‘They’re bringing in BODIES 7-8 at a time, Where do I put em?’
‘We can’t use that room, there’s already a BODY in there.’
You have no reason to believe you will make it out alive if you are already being called a body. Agents had to repeatedly stop and ask how to do tasks. I received no medical screening, phone call, or access to a lawyer. I was denied a communication navigator when my speech began to slur. Agents laughed as I tried to immobilize my OWN neck. I asked for my cane and was told, 'No'.
Pulled up my arms and prodded forward in leg irons by agents, laughing and saying,
‘Walk, You can do it, walk!’
Agents did not know IF the facility had a wheelchair.
When I was finally placed in one to be taken to interrogation, agents taunted me,
‘You were driving right? So your legs do work.’
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I pleaded for emergency medical care for over an hour after my vision had become blurry, my heart rate went through the roof, and the pain in my neck and head became unbearable.
It was denied.
When I became unable to speak, my cellmate pleaded for me. The last sounds I remember before I blacked out on the cell floor were my cell mate banging on the door pleading for a medic and a voice outside saying,
‘We don’t want to step on ICE’s toes.’
When I opened my eyes at Hennepin County’s emergency room, I learned I was brought there to be treated for assault. The impacts of DHS detention on my physical, mental and financial well-being and safety have been VERY severe.
But I do NOT deserve more humane treatment than anyone else US Citizen or not. And I am here today with a strong spirit and a duty to the many people who haven’t had the privilege to tell their stories, or see their loved ones come home.
I am EXTREMELY distressed by the pattern of violence from law enforcement [that] has been happening to black and indigenous communities for CENTURIES and to DHS survivors for over 20 years. We call ourselves a ‘civilized nation’ but we lack rules and accountability around what a person claiming to be law enforcement is permitted to do to another human being.
I am not afraid.
And I am not afraid to keep working on this problem even after ICE is gone.
Thank you for your time.”
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NOTE TO #MAGA#Republicans#GOP#trumpsupporters
& ALL WHO READ THIS, FROM A STRAIGHT, WHITE, (REAL) CHRISTIAN & BIBLE SCHOLAR:
She is a powerful and extremely credible witness. Nothing in her testimony undermines that reality.
Anyone who actually watches the video can plainly see the observable effects of autism, disability, and traumatic brain injury - conditions she openly names about herself. Those realities do NOT weaken her testimony.
They make it that much MORE COMPELLING. She will be an excellent future plaintiff if she ever decides to sue the government. Which I sincerely hope she does.
For weeks, Trump and ICE supporters have called her a liar - specifically accusing her of lying about her autism, disability, and traumatic brain injury. That accusation, like so much of what you believe and repeat, is not grounded in evidence, facts, or reality. It is denial.
When people learned that she is also a software engineer and a LGBTQIA+ and racial justice activist, the attacks escalated.
The IDEA that a disabled, brown, gay woman with autism and a traumatic brain injury could ALSO be intelligent, technically skilled, articulate, and politically engaged was treated as impossible.
That disbelief does not come from reason. It comes from hate. It is rooted in ableism and the need to dehumanize disabled people so their testimony can be dismissed when it becomes inconvenient. Calling her a “liar” serves a purpose. Discrediting a disabled, brown, gay person makes it easier to excuse cruelty, violence, racism, homophobia, and a total disregard for human life while pretending to be a decent human being.
You are not.
She did not lie. She is not lying now. You are the ones lying - to yourselves first, and then to everyone else. What is happening here is deliberate self-deception, used so you can live comfortably alongside cruelty, racism, homophobia, and hate without having to confront what you have become.
There is another option. It is called repentance.
Repentance begins with honesty - honesty about who you are, what you support, and the harm you are willing to excuse. Every day, I pray you find the courage to begin that reckoning. Until you do, you remain trapped in a world built on denial and hate, and that is a far more devastating condemnation than anything I could say.
- Jenny Carter | Biblical Scholar | Activist
2/4/26
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Gomez finds Morticia passed out next to the phone
Gomez: My querida! What has happened?!
Wednesday: *from the phone* Father?
Gomez: *picks up the phone* Wednesday? Do you know what has happened to your mother?
Wednesday: It sounded as if she fainted, I had need of something but I believe it best that you call back when she has recovered and is feeling less dramatic
Gomez: Okay little scorpion adios
When Morticia wakes having been moved to her bed
Gomez: My love, what happened?
Morticia: I had the strangest that Wednesday called
Gomez: Tish that was no dream she did, what did she say that distressed you so?
Morticia: It was not distress *smiling* she told me she had begun seeing her roommate, the alpha wolf Enid who stayed with us, romantically
Gomez: Of course I remember Enid, maybe not who I imagined our daughter would seek out in the past. Hardly a surprise after seeing how Wednesday waited on her during her recovery
Morticia: No of course not it was obvious, to all but our daughter, no she called because she wanted us to fund a therapist for the both of them?
Gomez: Are you saying Enid convinced Wednesday to go to therapy?
Morticia: No much more than that, according to our daughter she has been worried about Enid for some time and has agreed to go to therapy in solidarity with her girlfriend
Gomez: I think I'm feeling faint now
Morticia: You know what this means?
Gomez: That we must do everything in our power to ensure Enid is safe and protected
Morticia: Exactly
Gomez: I know I said it before when she stayed with us but today I truly believe she will be my second daughter
Morticia: Regardless if they choose to marry or Enid takes our name she is officially an Addams
Morticia: Your roommate Enid seems nice
Wednesday: Yes, she is sickeningly so
Morticia: You know . . . If you wanted to invite her to visit during the holidays that could be arranged.
Wednesday: She is a werewolf, It may become awkward if she mauls Pugsley
Morticia: I'm sure we could renovate one of the cells in the basement to make her comfortable
Wednesday: *nervous* I do not believe her mother would appreciate her spending extended time in my company
Morticia: Well its possible an acclaimed institution could offer her a important summer opportunity that just happens to bring her to New Jersey
Wednesday: . . . I will consider it
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Morticia, Yoko, and the ghost of Larissa hanging out drinking wine
Morticia: That could have been more promising
Yoko: *sloshing glass of wine* Tish your daughter is so far in the closet harming the LGBTQ community
Morticia: What?
Yoko: Me! I'm the LGBTQ community
Larissa: Should she really be drinking
Yoko: Please I could out drink you when you were alive
Larissa: It's a myth that vampires can consume more alcohol than other outcasts
Yoko: How are you still this much of wet blanket dead?
Larissa: *changes face into Yoko's* I'm Yoko, I engage in reckless behavior and get into relationships with other outcasts knowing they'll age out of the relationship, aren't I deep
Yoko: BITCH!
Morticia: Ladies you know I've always hated being the responsible one!
Thirty minutes later all three crying and apologizing to each other for bringing up past memories
Gomez: *starts to walk into the room immediately backs*
Gomez: Lurch good man, it may be time to switch them to water, and be careful the small one bites
Lurch: *nods solemnly*
Gomez: Gods speed
Hope you all stay warm and cozy this Imbolc eve. I usually call it Candlemas (that's what my coven used to celebrate) and light plenty of candles as it grows dark in the evening. This midpoint between winter solstice and spring equinox marks a turning point, the season shift towards warmer, lighter days. It's hard to feel like spring is on the way when it's freezing outside and the streets are covered with ice. But it will come again.