purity politics
(reposting this because tumblr deleted my blog funny enough for nsfw)
Someone sent me anon hate then reported every single one of my posts because of this post

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purity politics
(reposting this because tumblr deleted my blog funny enough for nsfw)
Someone sent me anon hate then reported every single one of my posts because of this post
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“Thinking about the maneuvers performed by self-defined“literary” novelists to preserve their purity from genre pollution, I realized that I am in the unusual position of being able to perform the same poses and contortions, only backwards. How am I to protect my unspotted name as a science fiction writer from the scorn of those who might think I have been shamelessly performing acts of realism in public? Thus: How dare you call me a realist? My book “Searoad” has nothing to do with the commercial realism found in all the chain bookstores. I call the book “Social Reality Enhancement.” Realistic novels are for lazy-minded, semi-educated people whose atrophied imagination allows them to appreciate only the most limited and conventional subject-matter. Realistic fiction, or re-fi as its fans call it, is an outworn genre, written by unimaginative hacks who rely on mere mimesis. If they had any self-respect they’d be writing memoir, but they’re too lazy to fact-check. Of course I never read re-fi, but my children keep bringing home these garish realistic novels and talking about them, so I know that it’s an incredibly narrow genre, completely centered on one species, incredibly culture-bound, full of wornout clichés and predictable situations: the quest for the father, mother-bashing, obsessive lust, suburban guilt, and so forth. All it’s good for is being made into mass-market movies. Given its old-fashioned means and limited subject-matter, realism is quite incapable of describing the com-plexity of contemporary experience. Now, would you believe that tripe? There’s some truth in it. But it’s tripe. All judgment of literature by genre is tripe. All judgment of a category of literature as inherently superior or inferior is tripe.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin, Genre: A Word only a Frenchman Could Love
6 hour workday maximum i’m not kidding, if it can’t be done in that timeframe it doesn’t need doing.
this doesn't apply to jobs like childcare
If i worked in childcare and my 6 hours were up i would start putting babies in ziploc bags and shipping them to Turkmenistan listed as endangered fruits and vegetables
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I do wish we could make it a little more socially acceptable to wander the streets at night weeping inconsolably I feel like that would have a great catharsis factor for a lot of people
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Good things list:
My uncle introduced me to the concept of formal tree hugging
Saved three hornets from the pool
Lavender fields in full bloom. Bees spoiled for choice and rich in nectar
Hugging my mom. She called me pumpkin
Feeling seen and loved
I made a birthday cake my spouse loved
All the brave adventuring I've managed
Becoming hypnotized by the tide pools. Happily accepting my fate
Being embraced by the woods. Finding excellent haunts
The sun has been grabbing me by fhe face and kissing me
Finding berry farms and creameries
I've started seeing art again and making my own art
Finding places to swim
A bountiful harvest from my basil plants. I have pruned them so they might soon be stronger and even more fruitful.
Yesterday I encountered a really fun bug that would not accept being removed from the pool of chlorine it was swimming in. I love her and appreciate her not biting me.
Sorry, my what? My pronouns? Oh, yeah I'm between genders at the moment. No, it's cool, I quit my last gender a little while ago because it really wasn't working out. I don't know if I even have a dream gender anymore.
Oh yeah, it did come with benefits, but they weren't really worth it. The culture was really toxic. To be honest I think I'd prefer a part-time gender so I can just be self-described in my spare time.
I mean, in a perfect world we wouldn't need gender, you know? We could just voluntarily be perceived as much as we're able, as much as makes us feel fulfilled. Having a full-time gender shouldn't be a prerequisite for food, shelter, and healthcare.
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