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i think people are starting to confuse class analysis with bioessentialism. like... no not all men do this, but Men as a constructed social class do do this. that's still okay to say. that is regular material analysis of the world around us.
this is true, but it is not bioessentialist. both cis & trans men WILL see a mouse & eat it. this is because it is in their best interest to eat mice. they benefit from eating mice. this is essential to their class position, not their biological makeup.
Unironically I think the early to mid 20s age group in America has unbelievably bad consent boundaries on all levels and so much language to defend it but this makes me sound like elon musk if I say it however the commonality of someone who will be like “I had 47 panic attacks and it’s your fault” if you tell them no is insane
I rejected someone and got called “the scariest person I’ve ever met” with so much therapy speak interspersed like alright okay alright okay alright okay
“You just say whatever you’re thinking and I don’t know how to handle it” was verbatim part of this conversation. Also everyone hates to see an autistic bitch
When I was in this age bracket, there was a huge emphasis on improving consent culture via graceful rejection, and it's gone by the wayside. Which sucks.
Twice in my youth (once in high school and once in college) I was in situations where I was asking someone out and I could tell they were calculating in their heads the risks of rejecting me, and both times I said, out loud, "you can say no, I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't prepared for either answer." And then they said no. This wasn't some spark of special wisdom I had - I knew to do it because feminist conversations among my age group brought it up regularly. This isn't happening nearly enough anymore.
More recently, I was really glad when we got to "rejection sensitive dysphoria" in my IOP program and it was one of those symptoms where the therapists really emphasized how it affects others. Because it does.
Being someone who cannot handle rejection makes you much more likely to violate boundaries, and yes, that includes sexual ones. Yes, you, reader who has never hurt a fly. If you don't want to stumble backwards into sexually assaulting someone, fix your RSD meltdowns. If you keep them up it's only a matter of time. Because if you're nice enough to interact with, but are known to have RSD meltdowns, guess what happens when your friends and acquaintances need to reject you?
these are getting weird
everyone arguing in the notes here should pay me $5 bc my freelance check still hasn't come in and you're all being very aggressive
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Reblogging this for the third time in celebration of African World Heritage Day ✨🌍🪘
my parents tell a story of when i was very little like not able to talk yet barely mobile i had a set of those really big legos and there was this human figure in the set and one time my mom referenced it offhandedly and called it “the androgynous lego person” and i went downstairs and opened my toy box and brought it to her and my parents were like “okay so she’s two and she understands androgyny. great”
this is the androgynous lego person btw
the outcries about shinigami eyes being used to keep an eye out for transmisogynists and transphobes in general and how this rots your brain [sic] or something are really funny considering crowdsourcing (which btw is not synonymous with "not making your own judgement ever") is one of the things the internet excels at. once again this just falls into the category of "you just don't like it when it's trans women doing it".
like, this extension is basically a version of "does the dog die" (beloved by most people on this site!) but for transmisogyny. there's nothing keeping you from interacting with red marked users or looking for the reasons they're marked red to see whether you agree (i often do this myself even though there's never any false flags, i just like to know what particular brand of transphobe i'm dealing with). you're just mad trans women are trying to keep each other safe from you lol
But I hear other voices. A chorus of voices. Multitudes. They reach back centuries. Men and women and children who’d lost their lives to men like you. Men and women and children forced to wear your chains. I must answer to them, and this war, their war, Flint’s war, my war… it will not be bargained to avoid a fight to save John Silver’s life or his men’s or mine.
She played bass on 10,000 songs, including the most-played track of the twentieth century. She was paid $55 per session. Her name never appeared on the albums.
Gold Star Studios, Los Angeles, 1964. A woman in a cardigan walks past the receptionist, a Fender Precision bass in her hand like a briefcase. She doesn’t sign autographs. She signs a timesheet.
Her name is Carol Kaye. In three hours, she will record what will become the most-played track of the twentieth century. She’ll pocket fifty-five dollars and head to another studio, on the other side of town, for the next session.
The record label will never put her name on the album.
Between 1957 and 1973, Carol Kaye took part in roughly 10,000 recording sessions. Not as the featured artist, not as a guest, but as a hired hand. She was part of an anonymous collective nicknamed The Wrecking Crew—elite studio musicians who actually played the instruments on your favorite records while the famous bands posed for promotional photos.
The work was relentless. Three albums before the day was over. Stale coffee in paper cups. No rehearsal. The charts arrived minutes before the tape rolled. If you couldn’t read a chart and nail the take in two tries, you didn’t get called for the next session.
Carol could do it on the first try.
She started playing guitar in grimy bars at fourteen because her family couldn’t pay the electric bill. Music wasn’t a romantic dream for her. It was survival. It was a job—factory work with better acoustics and lower pay.
But she was faster and sharper than almost everyone else. She corrected charts in pencil while the producer was still explaining what he wanted. In one session in 1968, she told a famous producer his arrangement sounded like a dying dog. She chose her own line. They kept her version.
That descending bass line that drives the Beach Boys’ “Wouldn’t It Be Nice”? Carol Kaye. The propulsive groove of “These Boots Are Made for Walkin’”? Carol Kaye. The acoustic-guitar intro to “La Bamba”? Carol Kaye. The iconic theme from Mission: Impossible? Carol Kaye.
She invented techniques on the spot, out of sheer necessity. When the bass sound was too muddy for AM radio, she stuck felt under the strings and used a hard pick instead of her fingers. The tone cut through the static like a blade. It became the sonic signature that defined 1960s pop.
Bassists spent years—decades—trying to crack the secret of the Beach Boys’ gear to get that sound. They were studying the wrong people. They should have been studying Carol.
She received no royalties. No residuals. No gold-record ceremony. No credit on the album sleeves. When “You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’” hit number one, Carol was already back in a studio cutting a soap jingle.
The biggest bands mimed her bass lines on TV variety shows. New York marketing departments decided a mom in classic clothes didn’t fit the rebellious-youth image they were selling. So they simply left her name off the album credits.
For thirty years, almost no one cared. The truth only began to surface in the late 1990s, when music researchers found the same union contract numbers on thousands of hit records. The very documents meant to preserve studio musicians’ anonymity betrayed them.
Think about it. Every time you heard “Good Vibrations,” “River Deep – Mountain High,” the Righteous Brothers, Nancy Sinatra, or Sonny and Cher, you were hearing Carol Kaye. She composed the soundtrack of an entire generation’s youth.
And yet the records still say nothing. She’s now over eighty. She wrote instructional books. She trained countless bassists. She is finally starting to be recognized by music historians who uncovered the truth about The Wrecking Crew.
But she never got what she deserved: her name on those albums. Credit for the music that defined an era. Recognition that those bass lines everyone associates with the “Beach Boys” were, in fact, Carol Kaye’s.
Fifty-five dollars a session. Ten thousand sessions. The most-played track of the twentieth century.
And the world didn’t know her name.
She was admitted to the Rock & Roll Hall of Fame in 2025 but refused, fuck yeah, Carol. Her official website is incredible.
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The people who insist AI is smarter than a human are doing their fucking damnedest to manifest that
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it really is fucking pathetic that a country with more guns than people can't hit one guy
if this is how you found out there was an active shooter at the White House yesterday I'm sorry
Me: oh it's this post again. Wait. Why does it say "posted 37 minutes ago"
A moment of silence for the trans men who, due to their assigned gender at birth, have been legally banned from speaking in public in areas under Taliban rule.
A moment of silence for the trans men who, due to their assigned gender at birth and religious backgrounds, have been taught that they are forbidden from being anything but broodmares to a man they may or may not consent to marriage or sex with.
A moment of silence for the trans men who died in childbirth from a pregnancy they may or may not have consented to.
A moment of silence for the trans men who dropped out of high school after getting pregnant.
A moment of silence for the trans men who only knew their desire for masculinity, but were beaten to death for it and told they were going to hell.
A moment of silence for the trans men who had their clitorises mutilated by female genital mutilation.
A moment of silence for the trans men who died without ever once getting to wear pants or cut their hair the way they wanted.
A moment of silence for the trans men who committed suicide rather than be seen as a woman anymore.
A moment of silence for the trans men who never were allowed to learn how to read.
A moment of silence for the trans men with perfectly treatable conditions who were allowed to die to avoid violating "modesty" rules.
A moment of silence for the trans men subjected to honor killings.
A moment of silence for the trans men who were murdered by abusive partners.
A moment of silence for the trans men who were subject to "hymen checks."
We remember all of you, past and present.
