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This video made me cry so I wanted to put it here
This was a cold open to a youtube video and I am crying LOL
(video here)
i bring a sort of “you should maybe interrogate your so-called ‘preferences’ to make sure they’re not literal textbook examples of severe unconscious bias” vibe that my woke gay friends dont really like
what this post does NOT mean
go out and fuck someone you aren’t attracted to because a stranger on tumblr said to
go out and date someone you aren’t attracted to because a stranger on tumblr said to
You’re Not Allowed To Be Gay Anymore
what this post DOES mean
if you just ‘prefer’ to avoid majority black areas of your city
if you just ‘prefer’ to read, write, think, and talk about men
if you just ‘prefer’ to socialize with people you (perceive as) your assigned birth sex
if you just ‘prefer’ to exclusively watch white-directed movies, read white-written books, listen to white-authored music
if you just unconsciously perceive men as more authoritative/competent and ‘prefer’ to be spoken to by them
this is a post about acknowledging unconscious bias. it is not a post about dating. please stop coming into my inbox and accusing me of rape apologism and telling me to kill myself. thank you
if you, like me, are hesitant to enjoy what kinda sounds like "relaxes food standards" on the surface, I'm happy to report that this isn't "everyone can do what they want with your food supply without oversight" but rather a case where in NYC you had to have a permit to sell food and a second, superfluous permit to sell frozen desserts. This action simply removes the need for the second permit, rolling it into the first permit in order to help small businesses. Yay!
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⚠︎ ! your body has kept the score.
⚠︎ ! hospital ⚠︎ !
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WTF are those obelisks on the right?…
Tasty obelisk fries..
“It’s digestible” has got to be the laziest goal I’ve ever seen achieved by a food product.
“It’s digestible”
“It’s digestible” is pertinent!! Okay, for those of you who haven’t researched Crisco for writing fic about gay sex in the mid-late 60s:
The first-edition of The Joy of Gay Sex, published in 1977, declared, “Vegetable shortening may be the best lubricant, since it is not only greasy but also digestible”[4] Such a statement perhaps gives new meaning to the companies boastful declarations that “Its digestible” and “Crisco has been making life in the kitchen more delicious for years.” Similarly, in the 1978 sex manual The Advocate Guide to Gay Health, Crisco even earned an entry in the book’s index. Discussions of the shortening’s use as an anal lubricant indicate its popularity, with statements such as: “The lubricant, typically the cultic Crisco, must be copious.”[5] In fact, Crisco was so synonomus with gay sex that discos and bars around the world took on the name, such as Crisco Disco in New York City, which was one of the premiere clubs during the 1970s and early 1980s. Other clubs or bathhouses, such as Club Z in Seattle, even featured murals with Crisco. Thus, Crisco was conversely also one of many things that led to the formation of gay identities during the 20th century.
from this essay: http://www.columbia.edu/~sf2220/TT2007/web-content/Pages/drew2.html
The more you know! :D
I have learned a new thing today.
Love this post for so many reasons but most especially because this is from all the way back in 2012 and and yet not a single blog in this thread is deactivated
I enjoy that not only does this have a link to an actual source, but the link still fucking works.
but @rhea314 you didnt include a picture of the crisco disco! AND MY GOD THE DJ BOOTH WAS A GIANT CRISCO CAN!
Go dance and get fisted. Fucking iconic.
Love the gay history, but i just wanna correct that the “it’s digestible” in the gay stuff was a reference to crisco’s tagline it had been using since 1911, the actual meaning of its digestible is because it’s main competition came from “enhanced” lards which were rendered pig fat mixed with non food thickeners that literally did not digest and caused people to basically just shit out pig cream, since crisco was veggie based the body digested it along with the food
And in case you were still wondering, @mudwerks.. Tuna Croquettes
This post is the opposite of net zero information. Not only did I learn several new facts about gay history but also we rounded our way back to the original question of the tag line and the mini obelisks.
It’s a net profit of information. 12/10 post
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There are some characters where giving them therapy and cleaning them up is the fanfiction equivalent of buying antique furniture and painting it white
Chainmoker Cat and Bojack Horseman are now the two only items in my list of "shows that are actually fucking amazing but which I wouldn't recommend to anyone."
I haven't seen Bojack Horseman yet but I can say I'll recommend Chainsmoker Cat not as an enjoyable watch but as a depiction of addiction that is neither cool nor cute.
Do not go into Chainsmoker Cat with the plan to be amused unless you like gross out humor, and even then, if you have any empathy you're going to pity her.
It's amazing and I think everyone should watch it... But not as an enjoyable watch
Honestly, having watched the first five episodes, I was initally surprised that the protagonist is consistently doing better than I was doing at my worst. Sure, the rock bottom is the same, materially speaking, but who in the ever-loving fuck has a sister who's willing to buy a hazmat suit to come take care of you in your nasty-ass home when you're sick??
I fully went in assuming that there would be a lot more plotlines boiling down to "local woman goes into insane lengths to make sure that absolutely nobody knows how badly she is living because the only thing that could make it worse would be having anyone witness it", but she's got a fucking support network (mainly consisting of peers who aren't doing any better but still)?? She's got a healthy attitude about it and reminds herself that she's not a bad person just because she's got no life management skills?? She has family and loved ones who know how badly she's doing and still want to help instead of shaming her for making them look bad in association???
Insane what a world of difference it makes when you're not ashamed of being a loser and have loser buddies to be losers with, instead of hiding in isolation from your better-doing friends out of shame and clinging to abusers out of desperation.
There's a segment of population to whom Chainsmoker Cat is a cozy wish-fulfillment fantasy kind of show.
“hey this dog looks to be struggling to perform very basic functions and that is very worrying” “well ACTUALLY if you STUDIED THE BREED STANDARD you’d see that this dog is actually the IDEAL ______” YEAH. THIS TOO IS THE PROBLEM. WHAT ARE YOU NOT GETTING.
“you can’t blame breeders for breeding to standard :/“ i actually find it very easy to blame them. they are the ones creating the dogs on purpose, you see
Lithuanian artist Severija Incirauskaite-Kriauneviciene applies floral and decorative patterns to unconventional objects. Instead of going for fabric, she sews cross-stitch patterns onto metal buckets, utensils, and car doors. Each chosen canvas is an attempt to subvert traditional embroidery culture, which is often associated with sweetness and sentimentality. Here, the hard edges and rusty metal balance the cozy appeal of stitched thread.
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Do professional authors still cackle and kick their feet while thinking about things to inflict on the characters?
Hmm. I can't speak for others, but I don't go in for the cackling too much, as a rule.
I may be kind of an outlier in this regard, admittedly... but once you've been doing this work more or less constantly for twenty or thirty or forty years (and I'm coming up on fifty years of this, now), you'll increasingly have it borne in on you—if you're at all observant—that what pain you inflict on your characters, you yourself (if you're doing your characters and their experiences justice) are going to have to experience inside your own head. Briefly, maybe, sure. But often repeatedly. Often excruciatingly. ...And the more universes you're working in, the more pain you're going to have to "live" through in order to describe it adequately.
Got sufficient skin in this game to play the game well? Then that skin's gonna bleed in ways that sometimes subtly, but unavoidably, affect you personally. Do this for long enough, and you may find you don't have a whole lot of cackling on tap when you shove one or another much-loved (or even much-hated!) character headfirst into the grinder. (And shouting "Trust me, this is for your own good!" after them is only going to get you so far. It's way too easy to imagine a level or so of reality more central, further inwards toward the white-hot Core of things, from which someone's yelling that at you.)
What does make me snicker, though—and pretty frequently—is the thought of how one or another of my readerships is going to take one or another piece of character or plotline-event business. "Oh cripes, they're gonna want to kill me when they see this." (grin) That I absolutely do do, repeatedly.
And you know what? What I usually tell myself at such times (regarding the readership in question), if the subject comes up for reflection, is "And if they're cranky about it, well, they brought it on themselves." People who read my work at all regularly know by now that I won't shy away from the pain—for the readers or the characters—when the drama requires it. Certainly I am in service to great Thalia, on and off: but by and large, mighty Melpomene commands more of my attention. Draumaturgically speaking, joy does often come after katharsis. But the pain has to happen first, or there's no contrast to make the cathartic content do what it's meant to. And that's where my primary loyalty lies: the core of Drama, and what it was invented for.
Anyway: thanks for the question! Hope this helps.