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A Long overdue intro post:)
-Hi, my name is Aspen
-all pronouns
-I'm a lesbian
-empty blogs will be blocked
-transphobes, homophobes ect dni
-zionists dni
-mainly a fandom blog, I'll post about whatever I'm obsessed with
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-if you send me a message and I don't reply, it's probably not your fault I'm just socially anxious and forgetful
rereading my own writing is just a constant fluctuation between "damn, girl, you wrote this? (affectionate)" and "damn, girl, you wrote this? (derogatory)"
I think part of getting better is complete ego death. Like you’re not above setting a timer for 5 minutes and focusing on a task. You’re not above doing a very simple 3 minute workout to start. You’re not above reading for 10 minutes a day when you first get out of your reading slump, even if you used to read for hours. You’re not above starting slow and then building up to where you want to be/where you once were. What you are above is total inertia. Doing something really is better than doing nothing. Radically accept where you are, radically accept your limits, and go from there. Don’t let your ego get in the way.
Why do people in the United States insist on appropriating identities that aren’t theirs and that they don’t even understand? I mean, Kevin, you’re not Italian. You’ve never been to Italy, you don’t speak Italian, and you don’t know anything about Italian culture beyond the seven tired stereotypes you picked up from New Jersey mafia films you’ve watched on TV. You know absolutely nothing about Italy. The fact that your great-grandfather came from Naples when he was 11 and called himself nonno does not mean you’re Italian. You’re not. Shut up, you and your friend Jeremy, who goes around saying he’s Irish when his family hasn’t set foot in Ireland since 1909 and he doesn’t even know what the fucking IRA is.
Honestly, do these people not realise how utterly ridiculous they look?
We didn’t have a word for our, as you guys call, gay/lesbian people. So we coined that word as an umbrella for all our tribes. We never said, “Well, you’re transgender. You’re bisexual. You’re lesbian.” We never knew those terms. Those are all from Western culture, you know, LGBTQ and all that. So on some level, it’s about getting rid of labels. Those terms were forced upon us.
To add to this, the nazis burned anything and everything they considered "un-german". This included not only left wing ideas (such as communism, socialism, marxism, etc) but any political alinement that promotes peace: that being anything democratic or pacifist.
They burned anything explicit. This included not just gender/sexuality studies, but also sex education. The women couldn't protect themselves from rape- or even discuss it at all. In fact, the entire Institute of Sexology in Berlin was burned.
They burned books by jewish authors and any immigrants, including and specifically focusing on Albert Einstein, Sigmund Freud, Karl Marx, Erich Maria Remarque, and Thomas Mann.
Just generally anything un-German (AKA anti Nazi) was burned. Any art or books "lacking in racial order" was burned. Any "bloodless" and "decadent" literature and art was burned, too.
Basically, the Nazis burned all escape routes. All education except their own. The kids read Hitler's books in school. The people around the country didn't even KNOW about the Holocaust, or the Jews. Not even the soldiers fighting far away.
They took away any hope of escaping them, so that by the time the Nazis totally took over? There was no way to stop them.
I went to a market recently that was absolutely swimming in appropriation of First Nations religious and cultural items.
I'm talkin white people selling rattles and dream catchers, white people banging First Nations style drums, white people teaching talking stick workshops, that kinda shit
So what do you do when you see this crap? How do you show your disapproval in a way that makes them give a shit?
I'll tell you what I do. The point is to show them that appropriating Indigenous cultures will lose them customers.
When I see fakey Native art I say something like "Oh wow, you make dreamcatchers! What nation are you from?" (Use tribe in the states)
I used to ask point blank if they were Native, but I'd nearly always get some Cherokee great grandmother bullshit, or even "I'm not sure, I could have some Native in me!"
Most of the time they don't know what I'm talking about, because they're not Native and don't know that this is a very normal thing to ask when meeting another Native.
When they ask me what I mean I say "I mean your tribe, which First Nation are you from?"
This is the point where they sheepishly mumble that they are not First Nations.
I let my face fall and say something like "Oh. That's disappointing" or "Wow. Unfortunate."
I let it get awkward. And then I leave, shaking my head in disapproval.
You may feel like you need to educate them on cultural appropriation but here's the thing: it's 2025. They know. Brenda the middle class reiki shaman is FULLY aware that her smudge fans are stolen culture. She doesn't care. The only way to make them care is to hit them where it hurts: the wallet.
Make them think that you would have purchased what they are selling if it was AUTHENTIC.
If you wanna go the extra mile send an email to the organizers, in your best white people voice, and tell them that you are disappointed that they are facilitating culture theft.
Go out and make Brenda uncomfortable!
not to be a snitch, but if this is happening in the US you can also straight up report Brenda for a fine up to $250k under the Indian Arts and Crafts Act.
this man is the one true ally
SIXTY FIVE THIRTY FIVE IM DYING
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Brother: What does the order mean?
Person filming: They/she?
Brother (increasingly frantic): Yeah but I’m, I don’t wanna fuck it up. Is it— what does that mean you said she/they and then you said “oh wait no use they/she,” which one do I use?
Person filming: They- they more than she.
Brother: Oh god
[laughter from the person filming]
Brother: Okay, like, how- how much more though? Is it like if- do I- am I being an asshole if I say, like, they maybe like 4 times and she 2 times?
[more laughter]
Brother continued: Or is it like, 60-40? 65-35?
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yuo cant say this during plague month
pride month. pharohs curse got me
I've gone. Not one for goodbyes, I thought it best to slip out quietly. Love to you all, Giles.
Rest in peace, Anthony Stewart Head (1954 – 2026)
I think about this cake every day
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OP, I hope you don’t mind me making an addition:
When I turned 17, we ordered a cake at the grocery store for my party, as we’d done many times before. If you wanted something written on the cake you’d write it into a section of the order form. We requested, very simply, “Happy Birthday Courtney”. When we went to pick it up the day of the party, this is what we got.
The bakery employees had absolutely no explanation for this. The order form, attached to the box, very clearly did not contain any of those extra names. Whomever had done the writing was no longer in, so there was no one to ask how this had happened. The fact that the name ‘Juan’ is misspelled bewilders me to this day. (I’ve never seen ‘Miley’ without the E, either, but it’s believable that someone might spell it that way.) Did this cake slip in from an alternate universe where I’m one quarter of a set of Hispanic quadruplets? Dyslexic Hispanic quadruplets, maybe?
This cake became the focal point of my party. At least two of my friends regularly called me ‘Courtney Mily Jaun Pablo’ for years to come. My siblings and I still reference it sometimes, eleven years later. It is probably the funniest thing ever to occur at any birthday celebration of my life, and may well remain so for the rest of my days.
I love a botched cake.
one time me and some pals spotted one of those big cookie cakes in a store. it was done up with red icing and little X's for kisses and in the middle it said
No One Like You
now, it took us a while to realise it meant "(there is) no one like you". at first, we all parsed it as a botched "no one like(s) you"
for ages after when we'd wind each other up we'd declare "NO ONE LIKE YOU ☹️👎"
I just feel like it's important to post the Sacred Texts
I love him so much what is his problem 😭😭😭
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Jacob Anderson being the most locked in person at the Vampire Lestat concert
I want all animals to become sapient enough to produce art specifically because I want to see what sort of sex homunculus caricature each species would create if given the ability to draw
Like we've already got the anime waifu with the needle-waist and watermelon-bazonkas and borzoi-legs and bug-eyes. Now show me a fucked-up stupid beetle as drawn by a horny beetle. I want to see what a cartoonishly sexy lion looks like according to lions. I want to see the most ridiculous drawing of a peahen that would have the peacocks squaring up by the fountain.
We give this power to ostriches and they just start drawing people
the concept of daniel molloy putting so much thirst for armand in his book that now the mortal readers of the said book want to fuck nasty armand and armand ONLY
