Meaghanne @ewsocialanxiety - Tumblr Blog

Explaining to straight adults that much of queer history happened within their lifetime and they were unaware of all the extremely important events and how many laws there were to prevent us from thriving because they werent part of queer circles themselves is like...

-leans in close-

How would you like to know about the war in Ba Sing Se?

libraford

My dad LOVES learning about the Cold War. It's full of drama. Backstabbing, cross-double-cross, spy gadgets, secret identities. It makes for great stories and as a journalist he loves a good story.

Me: oh yeah, I was just watching a documentary on the Lavender Scare. Fascinating that it was so recent in our history.

Dad: ....the what?

Me:

libraford

Me: -explaining that the moral panic of the 50s slowed down in the 70s only to start back up again with the aids epidemic in the 80s-

Dad: I remember that. It was scary times because no one knew how it was spread.

Me: what if I told you... that they could have slowed the spread of it, but chose not to because it seemed like only queers were affected by it and the government didnt see any problem with all of us dying.

Dad:

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Dad: okay heres a simpler question for you- what's with drag queens and Judy Garland and Barbara Streisand? I feel like every drag queen I've seen has a Dorothy costume in their lineup.

Me: -deep breath- okay so let's go back to that lavender scare for a minute and how it intersects with the golden age of hollywood...

Me, ten minutes later: and that leads up to that famous picture of a drag queen dressed as Dorothy protesting in front of Trump Tower with the sign that says 'surrender donald.'

Dad: that's a pretty recent photo though.

Me:... uhhh... 1982.

Dad: ... you've been hating that guy since before you were born, huh?

Me: oh man, wait until you hear about my opinions on Reagan.

bookworm551

The feminine urge to eat a man’s heart in the marketplace

consultinggallifreyanfallenangel

bamsara

Something I made while dealing with my own stuff and hoping drawing this would pick me up somehow. Maybe it worked.

FT my cat. His name is Mischief

c-ptsdrecovery

(Seen on FB)

RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE.

When I was at one of my lowest (mental) points in life, I couldn’t get out of bed some days. I had no energy or motivation and was barely getting by.

I had therapy once per week, and on this particular week I didn’t have much to ‘bring’ to the session. He asked how my week was and I really had nothing to say.

“What are you struggling with?” he asked.

I gestured around me and said “I dunno man. Life.”

Not satisfied with my answer, he said “No, what exactly are you worried about right now? What feels overwhelming? When you go home after this session, what issue will be staring at you?”

I knew the answer, but it was so ridiculous that I didn’t want to say it.

I wanted to have something more substantial.

Something more profound.

But I didn’t.

So I told him, “Honestly? The dishes. It’s stupid, I know, but the more I look at them the more I CAN’T do them because I’ll have to scrub them before I put them in the dishwasher, because the dishwasher sucks, and I just can’t stand and scrub the dishes.”

I felt like an idiot even saying it.

What kind of grown ass woman is undone by a stack of dishes? There are people out there with *actual* problems, and I’m whining to my therapist about dishes?

But my therapist nodded in understanding and then said:

“RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE.”

I began to tell him that you’re not supposed to, but he stopped me.

“Why the hell aren’t you supposed to? If you don’t want to scrub the dishes and your dishwasher sucks, run it twice. Run it three times, who cares?! Rules do not exist, so stop giving yourself rules.”

It blew my mind in a way that I don’t think I can properly express.

That day, I went home and tossed my smelly dishes haphazardly into the dishwasher and ran it three times.

I felt like I had conquered a dragon.

The next day, I took a shower lying down.

A few days later. I folded my laundry and put them wherever the fuck they fit.

There were no longer arbitrary rules I had to follow, and it gave me the freedom to make accomplishments again.

Now that I’m in a healthier place, I rinse off my dishes and put them in the dishwasher properly. I shower standing up. I sort my laundry.

But at a time when living was a struggle instead of a blessing, I learned an incredibly important lesson:

THERE ARE NO RULES.

RUN THE DISHWASHER TWICE!!!

(by Kate Scott 2018)

memewhore

teacupsandtimelords

Fun Fact! Two Weeks Notice is not a REQUIREMENT in any sense of the word. It’s a nicety. A polite gesture, and only polite for the MANAGEMENT because THEY want time to find someone to replace you. They cannot withhold your last paycheck if you refuse to give two weeks notice, and they cannot force you to work the two weeks. Additionally, they cannot report that to any future employers who call them regarding your work history. In fact, they’re not allowed to comment on your performance AT ALL! Legally they are only allowed to confirm that you were an employee during the dates you list - anything else and they open themselves up to civil lawsuits in which they can be sued for damages for any number of reasons. So fuck Two Weeks Notice. if you work for a fucked company, they deserve to get fucked in return.

continent-of-wild-endeavor

If you ever feel bad about not giving two weeks' notice, or like you're being unprofessional/unfair, think about this: If your boss fired you, would they give YOU two weeks' notice? Or would they have you escorted out of the building then and there? Anything they don't owe you, you don't owe them. Fuck 'em.

alunarrose

Oh these are therapeutic

severalowls

I'd just like to add a classic:

ruffboi-mags

Get it Marlene

cheaphalloweencostume

How would you die in Willy Wonka’s chocolate factory?

this is a great question because it narrowed my soul! i would choke on regular chewing gum on the steps outside before even entering the factory. willy would make no attempt to perform the heimlich maneuver and would leave my corpse on the concrete

cheaphalloweencostume

this ask tapped into an extremely primal part of everyone’s body soul & mind

orrnament

running up the hill to make a deal with god again. anyone need anything

solitairians

happy first Bella From Twilight Depression Month

solitairians

happy second Bella From Twilight Depression Month

solitairians

happy last Bella From Twilight Depression Month

desolationlesbian

I’m not on tumblr because I really like it necessarily, but I am a twenty-something young professional in a really formal and prestigious field, and I woke up this morning and wrote a draft of like 400 words of meta about a cartoon character, and like, where the fuck else am I supposed to post that? Facebook? Twitter? You can’t post about anime on facebook. People use their actual photos there. I need somewhere to be weird in peace where there aren’t any employers.

hailwatcher

the next gay meme

image description: a closet in night view. there is a camera pointed at it. the text reads "[shane] no, i'm in the closet. just chillin'"

just-shower-thoughts

when your pet comes to you from another room, the preceding moments meant that they were alone somewhere and thought about YOU, an animal brain literally thought about you and came to you to see what you were doing. that’s love, unconditional.