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birds that look like fruit <3
Bourke's parrot (Neopsephotus bourkii) Rubino
Rosy-faced lovebird (Agapornis roseicollis)
Rose-ringed parakeet (Psittacula krameri) Lutino
Olive-throated parakeet (Eupsittula nana)
Grey parrot (Psittacus erithacus)
Fischer's lovebird (Agapornis fischeri)
REGRET TO INFORM YOU YOUR SON HAS DIED FROM TRENCH FOOT LOL HE SERVED WITH COURAGE AND HONOR LOL PLEASE ACCEPT OUR DEEPEST CONDOLENCES LOL
Teeth of the Valley
Finished stitching my Oversight series.
12 small embroidered poem-objects in wool, linen, cotton, silk, stitched on canvaswork mesh and edged in glass beads.
Edit to add(thank you @avpdgirl): [ID: 1. stitching: They know your name, 2. stitching: They scan your face, 3. stitching: They time your call, 4. stitching: They hide your post, 5. stitching: They form your view, 6. stitching: They sold your data, 7. stitching: They view your work, 8. stitching: They note your exit, 9. stitching: They mark your test, 10. stitching: They flag your card, 11. stitching: They read your file, 12. stitching: They lock your cell. /End ID]
The art of mindless embroidery.
by @ toolbburs (no pronouns in bio).
Crystal Tumblers and Decanters Glint in the Sun in Photorealistic Embroideries by Lucy Simpson
EMBROIDERY????
Holy fucking shit, dude!
Doodle stitching. Already planning my next project.
Finished a new piece. I think it speaks to my state of mind. Notice the fine details. :)
Why do kiwis have such massive fucking eggs “it’s because they are related to ostriches and-“ yeah ok but like why didn’t they evolve smaller eggs if I was in charge I would do that shit pronto. Thoughts?
their big eggs are actually that size for a similar reason to human babies having massive heads!! being bigger at birth can be important.
kiwi are trying SO HARD to become mammals. fur-like feathers, whisker-like feathers, little beady eyes, nocturnal, great sense of smell.... that's basically a mammal!! they're well suited for life on the forest floor.
their big eggs work alongside these adaptations to give them a leg up in the bird world. their young hatch already feathered! they're precocial, which means they're born with the ability to open their eyes and move around. like foals.
big egg = more powerful offspring from the get-go. babies don't need to spend precious time vulnerable while they develop on the ground when they've already done all that in the egg!
(unfortunately, with the introduction of mammals to aotearoa, these adaptations are a little less useful...)
Important addition: baby kiwi come out of the egg looking like they've come out of a shower with a hangover
They look like one of the downsides of emerging from an egg fully formed is how aware you are off just having come out on egg. First minute alive, already dealing with some fucking experience.
Pete Buttigieg is just a faggot.
It's very important to me that younger queers understand this: to the people who you're trying to be more respectable for when you say things like neopronouns set the trans movement back or you're why the cishets don't accept us or including [aces/bi people with the 'wrong kind' of partners/non-binary people/kinksters/non-passing trans ppl/furries/polyam people] just hurts us, can't you wait until we get all our rights before we talk about some of yours? -- to those people? Pete Buttigieg is just a fag.
On Sunday at Pride Northwest, some kids -- late teens, early 20s -- asked what our button I survived Reagan for this? meant. All of the queer adults at the tables making up our ad hoc counter looked at each other and sighed a little. Emet and another adult started to explain the way that the Reagan Administration handled -- or didn't handle -- the beginning of the AIDS crisis. How many people died. How much we were ignored. The Ashes Action. The Time Magazine article which explicitly blamed bisexual men for passing the pandemic to the cishet community, playing on all the worst stereotypical bullshit. The way that even when the CDC started paying attention, they were so focused on gay men that they ignored AIDS in the lesbian community, leading to the "women don't get AIDS, they just die from it" poster. And so on.
I finished counting out change and passed the last Bear Pride raised fist pin over to a bear a little older than me, then turned my head and interjected, "they didn't care until it started infecting more than just the fags." I turned my head back and handed him his change. He laughed bitterly and said, "remember when they called it 'gay cancer?'"
That what I need you to understand. The people for whom you are folding yourself into smaller and smaller boxes will never see you as anything but a freak. A queer. A dyke. A tranny. A fag.
Never.
These are people who will stand by and let you wither away and die alone, gasping for breath in a cinderblock room, and not even claim your ashes, and they will say you deserve it, because of your lifestyle. If they speak of you at all it will be by the wrong name, with the pictures you hate the most. They will curse at your lover, throw him out of the home you shared, and steal the gift you gave last Christmas to throw it in the trash just so he can't have it and they'll say Jesus loves you! while they do it. They'll feel good and righteous and blessed and holy and pure for doing it.
And for them, you spit in the eye of your sister. For them, you disavow your sibling. For their sake, you trim away bits of your heart and lace yourself up tight. Never too loud. Never too queer. Never inconvenient or embarrassing, never asking for too much.
Pete Buttigieg is what happens when your Boomer dad turns out gay. Middle America. Parents still married. Suburban-sprouted. Valedictorian. Harvard-educated. Rhodes Scholarship. Military service. More power to him: I hope he and Chasten are very happy together. Genuinely, I do.
You couldn't create a more respectable gay if you grew one in a lab run by concerned voter focus groups.
But Pete Buttigieg? Is just a fag.
That's the part you don't seem to get: when they abandoned us, they abandoned all of us. Rock Hudson was a beloved movie star and even personally friendly with that horrid pair of ambitious jackals. Nancy Reagan refused to help him get into the only place in the world that could treat him at the time, and he died.
It was 1985, 4 years after the CDC first released papers on what would eventually become known as HIV/AIDS and 7 years after the first known death from an infection from HIV-2. Reagan hadn't even said the word AIDS by the time Hudson died.
Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, and so am I. Unless I'm a dyke, which seems to depend on who's yelling what from which window and what day it is.
Yes, there will be people who genuinely love and accept you. Those people are worth all the frustration of the rest, thankfully, and they're the ones who love you in a pup mask or a leather harness and a neon jock like the ones sold by the men up the row from us last weekend. They're the ones who laugh out loud when you tell them you hid the word "dyke" in your company name, the ones who love you in all your messiness and uncertainty and the way you don't fit into neat boxes all scrubbed up and clean.
Most cishets, though... well, they don't actively mean you specifically any harm, at least not when they have to look at you. Not when you're right there in front of them. Maybe they'll be okay with you, personally, especially if you're the kind of gay who makes a good rhetorical device, and as long as you remain a good rhetorical device.
They need people to know that they don't have a problem with the gays, after all, and there you are, being all convenient. You make a nice token, and as long as you do, well. You're useful.
But they call you by your deadname when you're not around, and they put the wrong pronouns in your medical record even though they met you years after you came out, and they won't put themselves out to save you. Not one little bit.
I didn't want to be here again. The year I graduated from high school was the worst year of the AIDS crisis. The world into which I became an adult was a world in which an advisor and friend to Reagan, William F. Buckley, openly advocated for forcibly tattooing the HIV status of HIV+ gay men on their buttocks (and IV drug users on their forearms), and in which my father not only told me that when I was 14 or so, but when was told me that he'd advocated for that tattoo being "over their assholes."
(Buckley wrote that in '86, but he doubled down on it in 2005.
Fucker.)
But yeah. I didn't want to be here again. I wanted my daughter to inherit a better world. I wanted Obergefell and Lawrence v. Texas and Hope & Change to really mean something. I work for it, today and all days. I haven't given up.
I need you to know that, too. This isn't a white flag. I'm not surrendering. This isn't over. To misquote Henry Rollins, this is what Marsha and Sylvia and Stormé and Leslie and Brenda and Auntie Sugar trained us for. This is punk rock time.
But I need you to understand that if Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, if that human embodiment of a Wonder Bread, mayo and Oscar Meyer bologna sandwich is not respectable enough for them -- and he's not -- then the rest of us have absolutely no hope of measuring up. Not even if we trim away every colorful, beautiful piece of our community, not even if the Sisters Of Perpetual Indulgence vanish into the ether, not even if we sacrifice the five elements of vogue on the altar of white supremacist cishet middle-class conformity: we can't trim ourselves down to something they'll accept.
The only other option is radical acceptance of our queer selves. The only other option is solidarity. The only other option is for fats and femme queens and drags and kinksters and queers and zine writers and sex workers and furries and addicts and kids and the ones who can look us in the eye and see all of us to say we're here, we're queer, get used to it just the way we did 30 years ago. It's revolutionary, complete and total acceptance of our entire community, not just the ones the cishets can pretend to be comfortable with as long as we don't challenge them too much, or it's conceding the shoreline inch by inch to the rising waters of fascism until we've got nowhere left to stand and some of us start drowning.
That's it. Either it's all of us or it's none of us, because if we leave the answer up to the Reagans of the world and all the people who enabled him in the name of lower taxes and Democrats who wring their hands, weeping oh I don't agree with it but we'll lose the election if we fight it right now, the answer is none of us.
The brunch gays can come, too, I guess.
hello! i hand quilt with a hoop. because your craft shares things in common with mine, and because you've mentioned it before (sorry I couldn't find anything on your blog): do you have exercises/resources to help reduce repeat stress injuries? im trying take breaks and make things as ergonomical as i can...though i only focused on that one i developed a bit of tennis elbow 😅 (i stopped handsewing for several months & got a better keyboard at work. much better).
bonus photo of my cat who loves to snuggle when sewing. thank you!!!
GET A HOOP STAND THIS IS NON NEGOTIABLE GET A HOOP STAND
otherwise my advice is to look up general 'artist exercises' and follow those depending on your elbow or hand needs. use a thimble or a sailor's palm. having to stitch with less force improves ergonomics and hand strain.
I have needed to, as of late, wear my thumb brace a lot in the last couple months. Not just while stitching but I wear it then too. I have some flavor of 'joints don't work' disorder so having an exoskeleton prevents me from straining too hard. extra stability is helpful to not move in ways that will cause me injury, which i am more prone to in specific ways in specific parts of my body, but which can and will impact absolutely everyone.
seriously though get a hoop stand so you stop straining your off hand and you can use both hands freely to work the needle and tension the thread as needed.
update
GOOD.
Hello! I absolutely love your blog. It brings me a lot of joy and has also given me the itch to tackle a stitch I had never really been able to wrap my brain around until now -- chain stitch! I started with with the heart and just noodled around from there. Still figuring out how to get clean 90 degree angles but I'm having a blast! Thanks for the inspiration and I hope you are having a good day :)
ougghghghg texture
*delirious with the beginnings of a tension-headache-turned-migraine after cross stitching for four hours* do you ever think about how cross stitch fabric looks like chex mix
finally, a use for aida: consumption.
guys you gotta understand. eva and grace are like very emotionally attached and love each other very much and are attached at the hip to the point that its weirder that its 100% platonic. its not even friends with benefits, there's no romance, no sex, just two mentally unstable people tasked with saving the world
edit: this is a proud aroace stratt and grace propaganda post, this is about their emotionally codependent queer platonicness
Just two normal birds being friends
ok ok embroidery ask- a trouble I've had for a while is keeping the right amount of tension in my fabric. It keeps slipping out of the hoops no matter how much i tighten them- what do you do to manage tension?
(Very sorry if youve answered something similar to this before, I would be greatful to be directed to said answer if so!)
knowledge should be shared. A common and effective solution is binding the inner hoop.
