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People on Twitter (and elsewhere) love to say "retard" and "low IQ" now and I'm not only talking about nazi accounts but just your average account. It came out of nowhere just this year too. Really annoying.
I've been telling people that IQ is perhaps the most normalized example of eugenics and the pseudoscience that is psychometrics
Anything that is based in IQ is bogus because IQ is simply fake data
Ramblings of my experience with Citizen Sleeper: On disability and death
it's weird i never noticed before how... comfortable it is, to play a game that speaks your language
a game that treats hating corporations, capitalism and imperialism not as a position you can choose to take but as the baseline. i mean it makes sense, you play as an escapee, litteral corporate property escaping far, far away. and in this place everyone is a refugee, no one here comes from here, and you're the most recently arrived immigrant until far into the game. by that point you are part of this place, you belong ; the roles have shifted and you find yourself making the same choices those who helped you when you arrived did. and you get to witness these refugees, not just as political or logistical problems, but as people, bundles of history and culture and future that they have brought with them
and it's damn good about disability too. i'm not an immigrant, not a refugee. i can't understand these things viscerally, i know them. but i immediately understood when the game said "your body is failing and no corporation will help you. you will have to seek regular medical assistance and buy your medicine at whatever price it is available at or you will die". and then i saw that "your body is failing" had very real and immediate consequences, and it felt almost too on the nose. the more you deteriorate, the less you can do in a day. the worse a shape your body is in, the more urgent medical care is. and the worse a shape your body is in, the harder it is to make money. and your body degrades fast. symptoms reappear mere days after getting fixed up and it doesn't take very long to be reduced to half of your base operationnal capacities. keeping yourself alive is a chore, sure, but keeping yourself healthy ? almost impossible to do for more than a few days. it's wildly inefficient, between twice and thrice the money you need to just scrape by. at the start you'll oscilate between the good days and the bad, living short days doing close to nothing just so you can stretch the medicine a bit further. at some point these gameplay element fade away, the game becoming trivially easy about halfway through. but even so, even when you have in your pockets 10 times the money you'll ever need, it stays at the back of your mind. that you require constant upkeep
and the game doesn't let you forget that you're disabled. some of that can also be understood as a representation of queerness. or blackness. whatever the case, you are Other. you are different, and you are different even from those who are different, in a way that "marks you" as one npc says. you are always available as a beacon for people to hate you without needing a reason to, and it is brought up several times. yes, you belong here, but not in the eyes of everyone. and you always remain different, even from the downcast around you. some navigate it elegantly, some less. the drifter originating from a military town tiptoes around the subject, torn by their curiosity and unsure how to talk to you about it. the food worker sees you eyeing his scars as you talk about the condition that affects you, and he recounts his old factory life, how most of his crew faded away from arthritis and osteoporosis. the gang member missing an arm treats you with the same detachment and normalcy as she does her prosthetic arm. the small child calls you something that in another's mouth could have been a slur, but in hers it sounds like the moniker of a cartoon character. the refugee leader studies you from inside his suit, the only thing that allows him to leave the bed and move around, an iron lung on two legs that looks like a cage. he doesn't like to talk about it
my favorite scene is one that happens towards the end of the game. many people might not have understood this scene in that way, but to me it was so obvious i didn't even register the artifice it was wrapped in. the game, in very simple terms, asked me if i wanted to die. gave me the choice. the game doesn't stop you. you can choose to give up and dissolve away, what happens next you never know because you are dead. but if you chose to live, to continue despite how tiring it all is, despite that deep fatigue of the soul that drags you down, to continue to inhabit that failing decrepit body and struggle day after day in that hellhole, what you awake to is warmth. an old woman, eyes glossy and smile radiant as the sun, a friend, propping herself up with her clutch with one hand, squeezing your hand with the other. she understands death closely, she isn't affraid. she has long accepted her death, and yours, and she is happy that you will live another day. later, she tells you of her death. she doesn't have long. she doesn't try to bargain. you don't either. she already knows how she wants to die. you tell her you'll miss her. the feeling is mutual. you say goodbye
i can't not love a character like that, like you love a friend, a mentor, a soul that understands you deeply because you have taken the same path in life. i don't know if it is noble or grim to have accepted death like this. what is more stupid, to fear it or not to? all i know is that as an ex-suicidal person, very few can understand death like that. people always say that "death is just a part of life", but they still don't want to talk about it. it's tiring. only the fools and the priviledged can afford not to think of their own mortality
in that moment, i truly felt that the game spoke my language. that it aligned with me in a way few things ever do. it's comfortable
i go to the shop and I ask if they have any raspberries. they say no, they used to sell raspberries, but they haven't had any in stock in the last 15 years. I ask if there's somewhere else I can go to buy raspberries. They say no, with confidence and pride, they're the only shop around who has ever sold or will ever sell raspberries. Other shops might sell other fruit, sure, but they have a monopoly on all raspberries forever. I ask if they're possibly planning on them selling them again in future? they say they can't tell me that.
on the way home, I encounter someone eating raspberries. I ask and they tell me that they grow their own, they got some seeds from the shop back in The Raspberry Days and kept them. They take me to a field of many beautiful raspberry plants and invite me to pick my own, they're free for all the town to pick whenever they'd like.
someone comes up behind us. It's the shop manager, President of Nintendo Shuntaro Furukawa. he hatefully throws a bob-omb that blows up and kills both of us instantly for stealing 200 trillion dollars worth of potential Raspberry Shop That Doesn't Do Raspberries Anymore profits that they weren't making and then he turns around to the camera with a big thumbs up and says don't do piracy or something ok please
poise mirror dungeon run. heishou rodion did more damage than index yisang and don. #ok
t shirt that just says WHATEVER YOU’RE READING INTO MY FACIAL EXPRESSIONS AND BODY LANGUAGE YOU’RE MISINTERPRETING
Sometimes people like the bigotry in a piece and I don't get it.
Either a case of the piece commenting on it (X character is a bigoted piece of shit) or the piece is bigoted (the character is a caricature of a minority) and some part of the audience will like see it as cute? Not as a flaw that is part of the appeal, but actually on some level agree with it.
Like if you watched a movie where the woman lead was consistently put down by misogyny but the morale of the story is that they were wrong and she's a full person, and you go "hehee she's such a bitch bimbo hysteria on her period" I think maybe. Something might be wrong.
It's the same thing as the audience that instead gets mad. "Yeah! She's a bitch!" but the difference is that you like it. Both are agreeing with the premise that the caricature is Correct. What are we doing.
hey if i'm getting pain kinda like cramping in my stomach/bladder area. that sounds like period pain right
except it only lasts for like half a day and it's typically like. every 2-3 months instead of every month
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There's something kinda funny about how RWBY just absolutely refuses to die despite a constant stream of adversity. The first season was objectively hot garbage but it still got a second season. The creator of the series whose passion project the whole thing was passed away in a freak accident after the second season but they just kept going without him and somehow a significant portion of the fanbase went along for it. The budget got slashed in Season 5 because of gross mismanagement but no worries! The fans stuck with it and they got it back for Season 6. Then a few seasons later the entire company that's been producing it went completely tits up and we all assumed THAT would be the end but nope!!! They got bought by Viz. RWBY has now outlived both the man who dreamt it up and the company that produced it. In an era where numerous streaming shows get axed after one or two seasons despite being critical successes with large fanbases it is completely baffling that a show that is so consistently troubled and infamously has an extremely mixed reception cannot be fucking ended despite all indications to the contrary. It truly is femslash Supernatural
guess what just got greenlit for a 10th season, 2 years after OP's post
i forgot Most people are not always in the state of cowering in the corner like a scared dog. y’all just be doing stuff
8 years of me going "wow the experiences that trans women describe about growing up in a prison of masculinity and feeling drawn to femininity despite how forbidden it feels to like it openly are so intensely relatable. i guess i don't feel a strong relationship to masculinity myself but i'm not like, you know, trans or something. im okay with being a man." before i realized it btw
maybe if people didn't call me cis+. maybe if i'd seen more transfem enbies have their transness taken seriously instead of being written off as "basically men". maybe if i didn't see transfem enbies treat themselves as basically men and strangers to transness. maybe if i saw more transfem enbies period. i don't know.
everywhere in the queer community transfems are made to be slightly outside of it
there are things within every one of us that we cannot fix. but we can still make the most of what little life we have
i have reached the other side of dissociation where considering my body as a thing separate from me with its own wants and personnality actually make me feel better and everything is less confusing and scary. imagining my body as not-me makes me feel more at home in it. why
browsing the subreddit for another mental disability and they seem to have reinvented "it could be worse, 50 years ago people didn't even know what that was!", "it's not worse it's just different!" and "yknow it can actually be a superpower sometimes!" from first principles. fascinating
frankly i have no idea what buddhists are on about. not wanting anything is miserable
hello, average tumblr user. your challenge is to name a canonically lesbian female character in the tags of this post. if you name a male character for any reason, you will be shot in the head. good luck.
insanely funny to me that outside of gaster, the two people the community is 100% sure are evil is a guy named "normal" and a cat named "friend". we must all look insane
girl who is so so scared all the time. girl who once passed as 'smart' but now finds it hard to think. girl who's always half lost because of memory issues and dissociation and trouble with inhabiting a physical space. girl who is a failure in a way that is neither interesting nor endearing.
