ever since i started in academia i've loved hashtag introducing myself . let's all go in a circle and say our names, pronouns, majors, and our opinions on ronald reagan. i'll go first!
name: mal or malice! â¨
pronouns: they/them/theirs, xe/xem/xyrs, it/its
majors: ba in english (creative writing emphasis) and spanish, with a minor in chicane/latine studies; mfa in poetry (in progress)
opinions on ronald reagan: his grave is a gender neutral bathroom
some of my attributes
in my 20s
white USAmerican (#sorry) (#hatethiscountry)
low support needs autistic, mentally ill, and disabled
digital/traditional artist, typically of humanoid characters
i'm a poet and i do, apparently, know it
my special interests include (but are not limited to): poetry, literary analysis, the mountain goats (band), ghost (band), aviation accidents, tornadoes, nuclear disasters, particle physics, minecraft, stardew valley, dungeons and dragons, dropout.tv, cats, goats, animals wearing tiny hats, outer space, & more
i believe in a free palestine, congo, sudan, tibet, ukraine, great plains, etc.; every land that has been colonized or occupied should have control returned to its people
some attributes of this blog
it's like 99% reblogs over here
me reblogging a post without comment does not always mean i fully agree with opinions shared within it
that said, i will often reblog things that have to do with my political beliefs, especially as they relate to action items in current events
i don't tag most things except: #when sad, #poetry, #reference (something useful), #writing ref, #art ref, #drawing ref, #srb (self-reblog), #mal.txt (original/personal text post), #mal.png (original/personal image post)
i will add content warning tags where appropriate (e.g. #transmisogyny, #antiblackness, #suicide mention, #nudity, #nsfw) but sometimes i forget
other places to find me
my art blog: @nulviya (ooo u wanna look at my art sooo bad oooo)
my (rather inactive) bluesky: @nuviya.bsky.social
okayyy that's probably it. thanks for reading xoxo
trans clown getting top surgery and the surgeon pulls out his breast tissue and pulls out his breast tissue and pulls out his breast tissue and pulls out his breast tissue and pulls out his
You ever think about how old people have no idea what âsurvivor biasâ is, and take full credit for being excellent out of things where they lucked out?
âBack in my day we didnât have any of these childhood protective things, we were smart enough not to do stupid shit on our own!â
Except your little neighbour, who got the funniest idea at the age of seven, and got his skull pierced when he slipped?
âBack in my day nobody got divorced, we stuck together and fixed our problems!â
What about your cousin, who was slowly killed by her husband because she had nowhere to escape him?
âBack in my day nobody had âmental problemsâ, we didnât whine, we just toughed it out and endured life!â
Hey remember that guy you used to work with, who seemed really friendly and normal, and then suddenly hanged himself âfor no reasonâ?
âBack in my day we didnât have any of this âgayâ or âtransgenderâ thing.â
You did, but your family cut all ties with her before you were born.
 You kinda start seeing it in everything they think, if you start looking for it.
ahhh so you're shown to be capable of recognising that people's trauma can make them act irrationally and unpleasantly! you recognised it in the white man! can you also recognise it in the brown woman? no? she's mean and bitchy and uncaring? i see
Must not pick that scab off. It will not in fact get rid of the scab and just create a different scab. The scab is not done cooking yet. I am completely normal about scabs. <-gripping the edges of his chair so tightly the wood is starting to crack
A 10-millionth visitor to the  Rijksmuseum of Netherlands was allowed to spend the night at Rembrandt's painting "Night Watch" with a bottle of wine and dinner.
A while back my pharmacist saw my deadname on my profile and accidentially called it out, he corrected and deleted my deadname from the system so only my preferred name shows up now. There was a crowd of people behind me, so as he hands over the pills he apologized, in equal tone and volume as when he called my deadname and lied saying it's been a long day and he didn't mean to call out -his own- name. I quietly told him it was fine and he didn't need to do that for my sake.
His response: "No, it's my name now."
I went to the pharmacist yesterday, his nametag is my deadname. He informed me he's immigrating and in the process he's changed his first name to my deadname to have an English sounding name. That's why he's now able to get a reprint of his nametag to be my deadname. And repeated, with the intense seriousness of someone who is going to die on this hill: "It's mine now. Not yours. I'm taking." His tone indicated that decision is final.
Bro literally deadnamed me once, and has committed to flat out stealing my deadname. It's his now. Legally. Officially. I over heard his co-workers call him by the name.
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