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IDENTITY EMERGES ORGANICALLY FROM ACTION
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Me: it is 31°C out. I should wear shorts and a crop top to vent some heat
The humble massachusetts bay transit authority bus air conditioner: LOST ICE TECHNIQUE - FROST ANGEL MAELSTROM "ABSOLUTE ZERO"
shirazi pigeons
ive been informed that the breaking wheel, gibbet, etc are actually 'solar punk', and possibly even Leftist
will you intrinsically understand my vision or are you like the rest of them
we are never going to be free until it literally doesnt matter whether a person is ugly or not
there seems to be a fundamental disagreement between microwave oven manufacturers and the producers of microwave meals over whether the customer should know the wattage of their microwave or if such details should be abstracted away from them
the microwave rice demands 800 watts of power for 2 minutes, but all the microwave can offer me three settings: one low, one high, and one somewhere in the middle. I turn it to the one in the middle as I happen to know 800W is the average power of most microwaves. the light comes on and the bag of rice starts slowly turning, but rather than hearing the usual rumble of the microwave, I instead start hearing short snippets of conversation - words snatched from the ether. the lights flicker and a chill runs up my spine. the voices remind me of those "spirit boxes" ghost hunters use. I double check the setting on the microwave. "ah," I say, remembering that I had set it to medium,
Suicide is not some natural or expected outcome of transfeminine existence. It is an engineered outcome caused by transmisogyny. Every time a transfem kills herself, her death is a murder and part of genocide and it should make you absolutely livid.
I will say I added TME to my bio after I kept getting mistaken as transfem by actual transfems, but it also lead to me noticing how much hate I got decreased like crazy the second TME was added into my bio
I used to get insane death threats and disgusting hate on anon even when my blog had less than 200 followers . like the genuine transmisogynistic bullshit that was sent my way made me realise how fucking disgusting other TME people are towards transfems . I don't care how mean or cruel or weird or perverted a transfem is, I would rather stand by her over a TME person who wants to just "call her out" and "hold her responsible for her actions" 100 out of 100 times
i should quit my job and search for the golden ant
its actually going pretty well
All stories are real
FICTION = REALITY
Nobody really knows what makes a person go to bed
its crazy that i left the us to avoid getting killed because the general population saw me as a disposable untouchable burden to society including most of my so called friends who talked shit about me behind my back, sabotaged me, and tried to ruin my relationships and now im in spain where the general population sees me as fuckable rapemeat and i get groped in broad daylight and followed and no one cares no one cares at all
by the time u’ve finished reading this sentence twenty seven innocent words will have been absorbed, suffocated, and killed by the warm embrace of ur Understanding
wish there was an easy and normal way to say “I’m not as sane as you probably assume i am, and when you can see it, will you still try to love me?”
just in case this spreads: i literally mean “not sane” here. I’m not joking about how goofy i am. I mean i have behaviors and symptoms and histories that most people don’t- and ones that have been considered insane. Will you still love me when i tell you I hear things sometimes? Will you still love me when you know I’ve attempted suicide multiple times? Will you still love me when I obsess over things and break down often and can’t promise you i can always be happy?
i don't really like it when western mythological terms are applied haphazardly to essentially unrelated ideas. this is a completely lost battle but a lóng is really not a dragon, it is its own thing with only surface level similarities
i especially dislike many works that try to fold all sorts of different mythologies into a single consistent schema because they tend to heavily privilege western conceptions in doing so- see 'dragonology' books twisting basically every mythical reptilian under the sun into the mould of 'a species of dragon', implicitly centring the beowulf-style firebreather as the default from which all other mythologies derive, or basically anything that does worldwide vampire bloodlines
relatedly a qílín is not a unicorn, a fènghuáng is not a phoenix, and a jiāngshī is not a vampire, and it can impede understanding when they're approached from the standpoint of being the 'chinese version' of these concepts from western myth