I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesn’t feel like a website you’d find them on, so to keep them away:
Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasn’t clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed
if fallout 76 really is a world where “every character is a real person” & there’s no NPCs im making it my civic duty to be like this lowly tavern barkeep and then once i’ve established enough of a rapport i’m going to nuke all of west virginia and it will be in character
Logan awoke that balmy summer night to the sounds of a hammer on iron, and the smelting furnace being turned on in the workshop adjacent to his and his wife's lovely home. He sat up, running a hand over his tired eyes.
"Peach, have mercy..." he mumbled, his sandrock drawl thick with sleep. "Not again..."
He threw the covers off his body, swinging his feet over the bed and onto the cool wood floor. He threw on some pants and some old boots, not even lacing them up as he scratched his stubble, walking down the stairs to the front door.
He walked outside, eyes roamed over to the larger shed, where he saw the lights on. "Dammit, woman..." he huffed, walking over.
He leaned on the doorframe, arms folded. There you were- his wife, Sandrock's best builder this side of the Eufala, 8 months pregnant and building a large steel frame for a commission.
At 2 am.
"Darlin'." He called out, rubbing his jaw. You didn't notice him as you welded the steel frame, soldering the metal together. The torch roared as you worked expertly. "...Darlin'!!" He called again.
You turned, looking ridiculous-your hair a birds nest, barely held back with a drafting pencil stuck in it, face covered in a welders mask. Your nightgown was now smudged with oil from one of the recycling machines, and on your feet were one of his boots, too big on you. Your arm length gloves looked too big on you as well, and it just made you look more ridiculous. "Uh?" You made a noise of acknowledgement, or rather, confusion.
"...What the hell're ya doing out here??" Logan deadpanned. You took off your welding mask, and you were smiling dumbly.
"Finishing this commission! I couldn't wait till morning once I remembered that I actually *did* have enough steel to-"
Logan interrupted you, "Darlin', honey, love of my life-it is two AM. You are 8 months pregnant and you are literally playing with fire!" He said, exasperated. You blinked.
"...I mean, I wouldn't consider this *playing*-"
"Not-not my point!" He huffed, "you need all the rest you can get! I thought we agreed you were gonna go on maternity leave for a spell, not...doing this!" He gestured to the large frame, studs still glowing hot from your welding.
You whined. "But it's so BORING! And baby woke me up anyways! So I snuck a commission in! And it's not that bad anyways, not a huge project at all-"
"That is a *huge* frame!! How are you gonna-" He let out an exasperated noise. "...Okay. Level with me here, master Builder. This. This is the *last* project. And when it's done, you are gonna have me and a few men get this outta here, and you are gonna sit that pretty behind down, and continue baking our baby. You get me?"
You pursed your lips. "...I mean, can we tweak our rules here-"
"No. Or I get Dr. Fang to babysit you."
"Damn!" You cussed, sucking your teeth. The doctor may look weak, but he also knew how to make you feel guilty for neglecting your health. (You wouldn't forget the time you passed out in the desert only to see his dissapointed face hovering over you the next day.) You hated making people disappointed. "Ffffiiiiinneee!" You whined dramatically, throwing your arms up in defeat.
"And you're coming inside, finish this tomorrow. You look a sight." He added.
"But I'm on a roll!!" You continued to pout, but didn't fight as he took your gloves off and welding mask off your head, setting then on your work table.
"Two. AM." He repeated. You groused, mocking him under your breath as he scooped you up-bridal style. He just chuckled as he walked out with you in his arms. You reached over him, shutting the light off, still pouting.
"You know I love you, my crazy builder?" He smirked down at you, using his hip to close the workshop door. You rolled your eyes, and smiled fondly.
"Yes, yes. And I love you too, my handsome yakboy." You sighed, leaning your head against his chest.
"Hey, now. That's daddy yakboy, to you." He teased back.
...
"...Actually, that was a bit weird to say, let's stick with the handsome yakboy thing." He said, rethinking it. You nodded.
"Yeah, lets." You deadpanned.
((I just imagine female builder being an absolute gremlin workaholic, even while heavily pregnant and Logan, being the best husband ever, just being like..."ma'am, I adore you but please, stop it." And builder is like, "lol no." ))
Good post, OP, and if you ever decide to do another may I please suggest “NOT IN HEBREW IT DOESN’T” as a punchline? So much of the Old Testament is HORRIFICALLY translated from the Tanakh, it drives me batty.
Okay, so, strictly speaking, the infamous Leviticus 18:22 does say “forbidden.” Here’s the thing:
1) The word translated as “forbidden” is “toevah.” While that translation isn’t … wrong, it’s sort of like saying “McMansion” means “really big house.” There are a lot of connotations in that word. The specific issue with toevah is that we … sort of … don’t know anymore exactly what it meant. Based on context, it seems likely that the word referred to something ritually forbidden. This part of Torah was written not only as a guide for future generations, but also to say “so, look around, see your neighbors? DON’T DO THAT.“ Thus, if we interpret “toevah” to mean something that’s forbidden to do as a ritual before G-d, then the verse says nothing whatsoever about Adam and Steve and their two kids and their dog–it’s saying you shouldn’t have sex with another man in the Temple as a sacrifice.
2) Following the same “this is ritually forbidden” logic of toevah, this verse may also be interpreted as “don’t do sex magic,” which was a thing in. Like. A lot of fucking cultures at the time.
3) Hebrew is a highly gendered language, and the grammatical gender in this verse is really really weird. One of the “men” in this verse is given female grammar. Why? Who fucking knows, man, this isn’t the only grammatical oddity in Torah. (There are also places where G-d is referred to as plural, and also as female.) One suggestion is that this is a way of creating a diminutive–that is, that the verse should be read as “a man should not lie with a boy.” Now, it’s worth noting that modern secular scholarship has concluded the written Torah was written down around the 6th century BCE, and most non-Orthodox Jewish scholars are like “yeah, all things considered, that sounds pretty legit.”
Do you know what else was happening around the 6th century BCE? What laypeople tend to mean when they say “ancient Greece” was happening.
Do you know what happened a lot in that time period in Greece? Dudes forming relationships with younger boys, like ages 10-15, and using them for sex in exchange for financial gifts, mentorship, etc. While we don’t know just how young some of these younger boys may have been, we do know some were prepubescent. In light of this, and also something I mentioned under the first point–”see your neighbors? DON’T DO THAT,” if this verse is interpreted to say “a man should not lie with a boy,” then it’s pretty clearly “my dudes, my fellows, my lads, don’t be fucking pedophiles.”
4) Because of the grammar I mentioned in #3, it’s also possible that “should not lie with a man as with a woman” is actually referring to a place, not an abstract personhood: a man shouldn’t have sex with another man in a woman’s bed. In the time period, a woman’s bed was sort of like–that was her place, her safe sanctuary. It was also a ritually holy place where babies were made. By having sex in her bed, you’re violating her safe space (and also introducing a man who may not be a male relative, thus forcing her into breaking the laws of modesty). If this verse is read this way, then it should be taken to mean “don’t sexually violate a woman’s safety and modesty.”
5) And as an offshoot of #4, this may be a second verse relating to infidelity. Which woman’s bed is any random dude in 600 BCE most likely to have access to? His wife’s. But laws were administered differently based on whether the person they pertained to was slave or free, male or female, and so on–thus, a man committing adultery with a woman would be treated differently than man committing adultery with a man (especially because the latter would carry no chance of an illegitimate pregnancy).
So you’ll note, there are a lot of ways to read this verse, and only a one-to-one translation with no cultural awareness produces “being gay is wrong, all of the time”.
(You’ll also notice the word “abomination” is nowhere to be found. That’s like … a straight-up fiction created for who only knows what reason.)
Apparently tumblr mobile doesn’t want to show @prismatic-bell ’s long and in-depth essay, so here’s the screenshots, because it still shows up on mobile browsers:
Many thanks, @pulmonary-poultry. This isn’t the only Jewish post of mine that’s mysteriously stopped showing up in searches and/or vanished from my blog entirely, but it is the one I get the most requests to repost, so this saves me from having to rewrite the whole damned essay. @the-invisible-self, thanks for bringing it to my attention that someone was able to preserve the post!
[Image description: Bluesky post by Bruno J. Navarro (@ brunojnavarro.bsky.social) containing a link to an online article with a photo of Judith Butler speaking. Headline reads, "Abandoning trans people is 'fascist logic', says leading feminist philosopher". Preview text reads: Leading feminist philosopher Judith Butler has declared that abandoning trans people or any minority is operating... [text cuts off]
The Bluesky post reads: "Once you decide that a single vulnerable minority can be sacrificed, you're operating within a fascist logic," they said. "That means there might be a second one you're willing to sacrifice and a third, a fourth. Then what happens?" /End ID]
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