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came across this image on pinterest and straight up almost burst into tears…. vibes for JUNE

Anon visits webpages in 2022

As others have pointed out before, if you visited a web page 20 years ago and it acted like that, you would rightly assume your computer had gotten a virus.

formerhellremaking-deactivated2

long ass car trips are alot like the modern day whaling voyage if you think about it. I think itd really be improved if the passenger seat could launch harpoons at passing pickup trucks though

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dungeonrabbit

dog eating a hot dog at the mariners game

the-punforgiven

headslikekites

don't think about your life past 9pm teto

bobbole

Kanako Oguma, Hunting

#art #cats

northstareclipse

There's a recurring online tendency to aestheticize consensus itself. The imagined future village is full of emotionally compatible people who enjoy communal gardening, conflict resolution circles, acoustic folk music, mutual aid potlucks, and repairing bicycles together at sunset. Which is nice for the people who genuinely enjoy that lifestyle. But plenty of humans are solitary, prickly, obsessive, urban, nocturnal, sensory-seeking, technologically attached, contrarian, novelty-seeking, private, or just plain difficult. Those people do not evaporate after the revolution. They do not get Left Behind while you are Raptured into the Utopia. They become your neighbors.

buxina

The part about it being envisioned specifically as a "village" is relevant, I think, in that these kinds of people romanticize small rural villages as this ideal form of close-knit community to which we must retvrn, in contrast to the hard, alienating city life. But I'd argue that sure, dense urban environments can be alienating in certain ways, but they're also in many ways more utopian simply in that they force people to learn to peacefully co-exist as a community with others very different from themselves. The rural village appears to live in idyllic consensus because everyone who did not fit in has either been ostracized away, worn down into conformity, or has voluntarily fled to the nearest big city as soon as they were old enough.

cdzen

burnout from not doing anything

creditednature

a collection of wildlife using the same log to cross water, captured on a Trail Cam and posted by Bobert-24 on r/trailcam

thepplprty

Part of the reason why I'm so passionate about being against the whole 'kill all men' mindset is because it does affect me directly as a trans woman.

If you're the type of person who automatically assumes men are bad people, then I have news for you. That assumption isn't going to wait until I tell you I'm trans. You're going to—whether subconsciously or consciously—assume I am just a man, and even after I tell you I am a trans woman your perception of me will still be permanently altered.

Discriminatatory beliefs aren't going to wait for me to tell you my pronouns.

I grew up in Florida, where at the age of twelve I was a victim of terror campaigns telling adults that I was going to sexually assault their children in the bathrooms, specifically because of the reason that 'men are all evil.'

I went through way too much at the hands of those people to see practically every ""leftist"" online continuing to push that ideology. Unlearn it. Please. It directly affects us trans women, too.

I still, to this day, have internalized this ideology, and I cannot look at myself in the fucking mirror because I think to myself people see me as a threat, no one feels safe around me. As a direct result of 'all men are evil.'

It doesn't matter whether or not transfemmes are your intended target. You are hurting us just as much as you're hurting everyone else.

anarchistmemedistro

gregorsamsaismydeadname

I just reblogged this but I then got hit with the perfect example for what I was talking about in my tags just now so I'm gonna include them as well as a little story:

Okay so. My room is very small and has a floor-to-ceiling window, which in combination make it near impossible to change without standing in front of said window (weird architectural choices, don't worry about it).

But since my brain is how it is my primary worry about having to strip in front of a window is other people being "forced" to see me naked!! Every single time I change I think "Hope nobody comes by at this inopportune time to see me naked and be offended by my body."

Rationally I can realize that thats kinda fucked up and not at all a realistic concern etc., but emotionally I just cannot bring myself to worry about me myself not actually wanting to be seen while changing because thats what transphobic radfem/patriarchal ideology has ingrained in me, that my body isn't my own to use for myself, but rather an autonomous tool of violence that will enact itself onto others whether I want it to or not.