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avidcollectorofdust

Having a boyfriend is literally free

avidcollectorofdust

I’m stuck in my room because i have a fresh arm tattoo that’s not exactly fun to drive with and my little sister and her friends are hanging out in the kitchen so instead of doomscrolling or agonizing over creative projects i’m sending him pictures of various car parts and asking him to name them

avidcollectorofdust

wheeel……

avidcollectorofdust

I think he likes it?

onewholecabbage

I want to see so much more of this please

Mor car parts please

avidcollectorofdust

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Crankshaft:

The recording is him chanting “pasta pastasta pastaa” to himself very very quietly

goblinbugthing

im only a man when im a grown ass man and im only a woman when god forbid women do anything

any time other than that? im a fucking Echidna

goblinbugthing

ENIGMA. FUCK

clownkiss3r

gillyeowalters

Because it is the anniversary of his death, I wanted to share a small story about my grandfather.

Before I knew that I was intersex, I identified as a trans man. And I went the way any trans man has to go if he wants to transition in my country. My parents thankfully were supportive but I was afraid to tell my grandparents. My grandparents were German and lived/were raised during the third reich. While both of them never said or acted in a way that suggested that they had fascist views (my grandfather was until he died part of a leftwing political party), but there still was this fear in me. "They are old, they grew up surrounded by abhorrent beliefs...". And then there was my aunt. Who would constantly claim that my grandfather was homophobic.

The problem was, back then, there were no openly out gay people in our area, so I never got the chance to see my grandfather interact with someone who was queer. So I just believed her. Because she was so insistent on it. And because it confirmed my fears and my brain loves to be constantly afraid.

But I knew I wanted to come out. I had to, eventually, because I had stopped my estrogen treatment (back then, I did not know that I got that because I was intersex) and went on testosterone instead and first physical changes began to show. We all lived in one big house, so my grandparents would eventually notice.

I was so afraid that my father at some point offered to talk to his parents. I waited outside in the hallway that led to their kitchen and listened.

My father explained, easy to understand, that I was going to transition from female to male because I felt terrible in my body. My grandfather asked, "Is that why the child* is so depressed all this time?" I had been in and out of multiple clinics for manic depression at that point. My father gave a yes. And my grandmother made the incredibly selfish comment, "Can't that wait until I am dead?"

Before I even got time to be upset, my grandfather slammed his fist down on the table. I had never seen or heard him do anything like that before. He was a very calm and collected man who preferred to leave the room before he got too angry. "No, it can't wait. The child gets to get well now. And if that is what is going to help, then it needs to be done."

From that day on, he never used my deadname again or used the wrong pronouns for me. Sometimes, he would stop in a sentence to think and remind himself, but he did always address me correctly.

He celebrated with me when my name was legally changed. He built the bed frame for me and my boyfriend's bed when we moved in together, just like he had built the first adult sized bedframe for me when I outgrew my small bed. He drove my boyfriend to his chemo sessions because my grandfather also had cancer and knew how terrifying it was to go alone.

Did he fully understand what it means to be intersex? To transition? No. But he understood that one of his loved ones was suffering and that he could help to alleviate that pain. And so he did.

He taught me calligraphy. He taught me how to sew. He taught me bookbinding. He gave me many gifts.

But the biggest gift he gave me was, that when someone hated me for what I am, I could stomach it. Because this man was willing to unlearn the bigotry he had been taught for decades so he could love me for who I am.

*in my grandpa's dialect it was normal to refer to children as just 'the child' (genderless)

goodugong

I don't know where it came from, but several years ago this idea popped into my head unbidden, and for some reason it tickles me. I don't know if it's funny, but I like it and I made it into a zine, I hope you enjoy it.

It lays out really nicely as 3-up spreads on A4 paper, so you can print, staple and fold it, then cut it into 3 zines. It made it really easy to print up 20 of them to trade at this art social thing I went to

micron, rotring and sharpie on printer paper, coloured and screentoned digitally, 2024

podle5

This is magnificent and I love it.

thewizardivy

they can't die god won't let them

pingo1387

[Description: Several short animations featuring the Wet Bandits from Home Alone, each animation depicting comically exaggerated moments from the movie in which they suffered the brunt of Kevin's traps. The video is set to the song It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year.

The animations in order are:

Marv attempts to turn on a light with a chain, but it falls to the ground and drops an iron on his head

Harry hesitates before grabbing a doorknob, and then screams when his hand catches on fire

Marv steps on the pointy end of a nail on the stairs, falling down with a crunching noise

Harry screams as a flamethrower shoots fire at his head in a doorway

Marv steps on several glass ornaments as he climbs through a window, falling on top of them and crushing the rest

Harry ducks and watches in horror as Marv is hit in the face over and over with concrete blocks as if they are shot from a machine gun. When the blocks stop, they both peek at the off-screen source for a moment before Harry ducks again as the blocks start shooting at Marv's face again.

Marv steps through a large hole in the floor, falls several stories, and lands face-down on the ground, squashed flat

Harry opens a door and looks around before getting crushed by several falling objects above him

Marv steps forward into a patch of green slime, screams as he slides across it, and crashes into a shelf, causing it to fall on top of him and crush him

Harry, in a bathroom, sees himself in the mirror and realizes his head is on fire. He attempts to put it out in the toilet, which explodes.

Marv, appearing exhausted, grabs a sink's handles and is electrified

Harry is near the top of a ladder when it suddenly breaks off from the part connecting it to the upper floor, causing him to fall face-down onto the lower floor

Marv and Harry are knocked flying off-screen by a large, swinging, iron pipe

Marv and Harry are listening at a door when a large workbench with wheels comes flying into the door, shoving the door and them into the opposite wall and squashing them

Marv and Harry are hanging onto a rope which is being slowly burned from the bottom. When the fire reaches them, they fall a great distance, screaming.

End description.]