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Compared to black, I think other colors can convey a deeper sense of fear
The sterility of white and silver
The sickening lie of pastels hiding danger on a sunny day
An endless expanse of emerald green reminding you that humans have no power here
The tenderness of pink like flesh drained of all its blood
Fun how the bystander effect was coined to cover up how cops are bigoted cowards who let a queer person die and stockholm syndrome was coined to cover that the cops handled a hostage situation so badly the hostages trusted their captors more than the cops.
meeting trans girls irl is like seeing an angel pass through heaven but a very autistic angel that infodumps about the public transit system
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i like seeing other autistic trans ppl and queer folks
if i were to visit a world with four-dimensional geometry and look up at the night sky there, i might ask my travel guide, "where are the stars?"
"Can you not see them?"
I would use the rotator mechanism provided to me and see the occasional speck of light blink into and out of existence as I spun. "Only briefly, when I spin," I would say.
"I see," my travel guide will say, "the volume occupied by your eyes is too thin to intersect any stars unless you're aimed perfectly."
My travel guide knows I am an astronomer and am disappointed by this, and so sets to work configuring a planetarium program on a projector. This will allow me to see the surface of the hyperspherical night sky projected to a 'flat' three dimensional display.
It is still difficult for me to wrap my head around double rotation. My travel guide assures me it'll come in time. Easy for her to say--she's understood double rotation intrinsically since she was a child!
The four dimensional hyperspherical planet double-rotates of course. I stand little chance of understanding four-dimensional astronomy without understanding double rotation.
The four dimensional people are no more intelligent or technologically advanced than we are, in fact if anything they seem to be about a decade behind in computer technology (well, sort of.) Their transistors are many decades behind ours, but you can fit a lot more transistors in a given footprint than you can in three-dimensional space.
But I wonder what may become possible in 20 or 30 years, with humans and 4D-people collaborating. I tell my travel guide about my ideas.
"On Earth we have virtual reality headsets, but there's also some research into brain-computer interfaces. Imagine if we could bypass my eyes altogether and plug one of your cameras into my visual cortex!"
"I'm not sure that would work," she says.
"Brains can adapt to all sorts of visual stimuli. I'm fundamentally limited to viewing only a three-dimensional slice of your world projected into a two dimensional plane, so long as I am using just my eyes. But maybe if the data coming into my mind was three-dimensional instead of two-dimensional, I would be able to train my brain to interpret it."
My guide shifts something in her face. Reading an alien's facial expressions is hard enough even when you can see their entire face at once, let alone when you can't. But I think it's something like a smile.
"And what if it worked? How would you handle being flattened back into your own world?" she says.
This gives me pause. "Perhaps I could find other ways to fill up the extra dimension. Like, maybe I could plot the last ten seconds of visual input on the W axis. Or I could use it as a volumetric display for a 3D video-game, and see an entire game world all at once."
"Computer games render only the surfaces of objects, don't they? When I look at your world I see the interior in its entirety," says my travel guide. I feel a weird sensation in my stomach, and realize that she has again poked me on my inside.
"Maybe I could just stay in the fourth dimension forever," I say.
Later, it's morning (due to double rotation the length of day time is never constant) and I am sketching something in my sketchbook--plans for a device that might aid visitors like myself in interpreting 4-dimensional geometry, if only slightly. It's a kind of periscope to be worn on one eye or the other, shifting depth perception out to be in the axis perpindicular to my visual volume.
When my travel guide wakes up, I show her the drawing, but she can't understand it. That makes sense--I wouldn't be able to understand a flatlander's drawing after all. So I describe the device to her.
She creates a drawing, and places it upon the projector. It looks more or less like what I had in mind.
"We tried that once," my guide says. "If we go to the office we might be able to find the exact device we used. The test subject couldn't really make sense of it, but we haven't tried it on a human who has spent as much time in our world as you have."
Over the next few days I acclimate to the periscope (and the strange pressure in my head from the four-dimensional bulk of the helmet trying to pull my skull out of my volume.)
At first it was just confusing. I no longer had binocular depth perception. Though I didn't absolutely need it--binocular vision is not the only means of depth perception available to my brain. But the overlaid images kinda 'z-fighted' if you like, like when you cross your eyes on two different colors.
Eventually, with the help of my guide, I became able to sense depth again, but I was disappointed to find that it didn't really give me any real insights on four-dimensional geometry. It was still fundamentally just a pair of 2D projections of 3D slices of 4D space.
I adapted much more quickly to normal vision when I finally removed the helmet.
This world is so fantastical I just wish I could understand it better. I wish I had more time here. Only three weeks remain in my stay here before I have to be reprojected, and I still can't wrap my head around double-rotation!
some hyper famous artists like Van Gogh transcend overratedness and become underrated because they're so normalized. Like I'll look at a van Gogh and I'm like wait this really is amazing you guys don't get it
Shakespeare is like this
Every time I see a Van Gogh that’s not one of his better known pieces it absolutely blows me away
Have you seen this shit my liege? smh unreal
need you to see this banger combination of signs i saw today
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NGL if I was a parahuman I would NOT self-actualize and recover from my trauma. I'm going full steam ahead losing myself to a false mask to hide from my own inadequacies and dying within 3 months of getting my power.
i don't really want to weight in on the "using big words in your writing is ableist" discourse happening on tiktok because i'm like 90% certain it's an anti-intellectual psyop to stir up drama in online circles to promote the use of ai to summarize literally everything and thus feeding the LLMs and lowering the populace's mistrust of such tools but i also have to say: dictionaries and thesauruses are the most accessible they've ever been. if you use an e-reader of any kind you can look up a word without leaving the page. there's a plethora of online dictionaries and if you just type a word + "meaning" into google it'll usually give you a definition. we used to have pocket dictionaries we used when reading in class. i have two on my shelf right now that i used in high school. stop letting the fascists purposefully misuse anti-ableism rhetoric to trick you into never thinking again.
Recently managed to activate the most amazing infodump trap card.
I was driving through Vermont with a friend, and we pulled over at a tiny shop offering Maple Items. We were on the state highway, not the interstate, so "pulling over" meant "squeezing my tiny car into a parking bay the size of a broad highway shoulder."
As we got out of the car, an older woman emerged from behind the building where she had been pruning her roses. She introduced herself as Tammy.
Her shop offered the promised variety of Maple, but also a number of small antiques and a plethora of dog figurines, plaques, and clearly-hand-stitched garden flags.
A huge purple ribbon hung on the wall behind the register, along with many pictures of small dogs. This was no county fair ribbon. It was the size of my torso. The material had the soft sheen of actual silk.
As I placed my purchases on the counter, I asked, "Do you... Breed dogs?"
Yes. She does. She has bred Yorkies for the last 40 years. Her mother bred Yorkies before her. The purple ribbon was from her national championship winning Yorkie.
You may be expecting that the infodump was going to be about Yorkies.
It was not.
It was about 40 years of drama in the Yorkie breeding community. Where – you must understand – the judging at shows is often about who you're in with, not about the dogs. This is especially true when Tammy's opponents win anything.
And Tammy's mother! Well. Phyllis has been on the Yorkie scene since Yorkies were invented. Because of this, many women of equally venerable age hold deep grudges against Phyllis. The sort of grudges that result in episodes of Midsommar Murders.
This led to deep injustices against Phyllis on the part of judges and prevented her dogs from winning so often she retired from the scene. Judging is all about who you're friends with, after all.
After 20 years in hiding, Phyllis – the One True Queen of Yorkie Breeding – hatched a plot. She may have been out of the show circuit, but she was still breeding dogs. She entered an absolutely perfect bitch in the national competition, but sent her with a handler rather than go in person.
None of the usurpers knew who this dog belonged to, and in dog-breeding circles this Does Not Happen. This could have resulted in further injustices, but Phyllis was crafty. She knew this tournament was being judged by a man from the UK, who knew naught of the drama in the US Yorkie Empire.
With these advantages – and being the best dog there – Phyllis's bitch won the highest honor at the show.
Incensed by this insult to their ill-gotten supremacy, the other owners descended on the handler after the show, demanding to know for whom he was working.
"Phyllis," said he.
The name of the overthrown queen evoked horror in the usurpers.
"PHYLLIS!? She's still ALIVE!???"
Yes, Phyllis yet lived, and this bitch – the dog, not the woman – went on to mother Tammy's current dogs. One of whom, Lucy-Fur, is the reincarnation of Tammy's sister (also Lucy). This is certain for two reasons.
Firstly, Sister Lucy absolutely went straight to Hell upon her death, and Lucy-Fur the dog is positively as evil as Sister Lucy was.
Secondly, Sister Lucy always said when she died she wanted to come back as one of Phyllis's dogs because "mom treated the dogs better than us."
Just got reminded of the stereotype that white parents don’t hit their kids, that confused the hell out of me first time I heard it, especially as someone who’s white parents switched to using a belt after they broke one of these on me after I made a butt joke at school
I laughed so hard I almost cried at this btw, this is the funniest response, also it’s a handheld cutting board that I just found out from Lost could be used as a charcuterie board which makes it way funnier cause omg you’re right
OceanGate, the deep-sea exploration company that created the Titan submersible, has removed its Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and LinkedIn a
poor things, well we should definitely make this easier on them by never repeatedly mentioning their name and deeds on the "reblog things forever" website
yea that'd be a shame
by the way, just so everyone knows what not to do, shift+r reblogs a post instantly
just make sure you don't reblog anything about oceangate because that would completely undermine their entire plan 😇😇😇
You also shouldn't queue a post, that would make people keep remembering this post for a longer time, which is the opposite of forgetting
Actually when I say “fuck all billionaires” I particularly mean Taylor “having my wedding in the middle of the busiest city in the world on the busiest weekend in the world in the part of the city the majority of commuters need to get through because fuck working people” Swift
fuck you if you like this dumb nepo baby white supremacist.
from @/vero_muerte on tiktok!!
found this video at <2000 likes and i NEED more people to see this because. yeah.
Transcript:
“Maybe I like looking trans "oh your voice is too deep" Maybe I like having a deep voice. Maybe I'm not your femme fantasy. Maybe I'm my own fantasy. I love looking trans. I fucking hope that when I walk down the street, they say, "look at that transsexual!" And just maybe someone will see me and think, "hey, I can live that way, too."”
