Marionettikadulla @marionettikadulla - Tumblr Blog

Esittelypostaus

-keksin jonkin nimen, jolla mua voi kutsua täällä, kunhan ehdin -oon queer ja trans ja ne yhteisöt on mulle tärkeitä -sukupuolitetut persoonapronominit on they (EN), iel/ellui (FR) ja hon (SW), muita kielii en osaa -politiikaltani oon lähinnä anarkisti Pidän: -lukemisesta (pääasiassa fiktio ja runot, pääasiassa fyysiset kirjat) -kirjoittamisesta -Muumeista -ristipistoista -peikonlehdistä -taiteesta (esim. teatteri, kuvataide, spoken word, performanssit, monenlainen musiikki...) -ystävällisyydestä (mut yritän välttää kiltteyttä, sillä se on mulle usein sitä, että on hiljaa, vaikka pitäisi sanoa vastaan/puuttua)

#esittely #minä #muumit

charl0ttan

ship of theseus bumper sticker that says my other ship is this ship

depsidase

#arabic #melkein tajusin kun selitettiin

endo-memes

#yep #minä

invisiblerhythmcat

tagged by @shes-clueing-for-looks, thanks friend!

Favorite color: Purple three! 💜

Currently reading: Moomins: The Complete Tove Jansson Comic Strip (Volume 4)

Last song: Good Day - The Dresden Dolls

Last movie: I forget... I haven't watched a movie in a long time, maybe Wakanda Forever? (there was an outdoor showing in a park near me two years ago...)

Sweet, Savory, or Spicy: Sweet

Craving: sleep? and lack of pollen.

Tea or coffee: Both, it depends on the time of day

Currently working on: learning how to rest (*cue whining about how hard it is*), also learning and teaching new ways to balance which is really cool! (*is dance teacher nerd*)

I tag: @gravitasmalfunction @iibislintu @ladybadasskillington and anyone else! if you are following me, you are my friend!

iibislintu

Thanks for the tag ❤️

Favourite colour: birch leaves when they just opened and evening light shines through them

Currently reading: another reread of Ann Leckie's Imperial Radch

Last song: Pizzicato Five - Trailer Music (my bass teacher gave a burned copy of Happy End of the World in 200...3? and I've never stopped loving it)

Last movie: Miyazaki's Ponyo

Sweet, savoury or spicy: all of them, preferably at the same time

Craving: sunlight

Tea or coffee? Both, depends on mood

Currently working on: I have a few loose ends to tie up and then it's summer holiday!

I tag @uinuvien @sipral @marionettikadulla and anyone who'd like to participate!

marionettikadulla

Thank you for the tag! This made me open tumblr after a long time and I'm glad I did.

Favourite colour: what you imagine the sea to be on a sunny day (but it's always actually a bit darker and muddier)

Currently reading: Aura Kanerva Nurmi's novel Karkuteillä

Last song: "maanantaina varaan ajan terapiaan" by Juho Kuusi on his new spoken word/rap album

Last movie: It has been ages since I watched a movie. Probably Je'vida, which I liked very much.

Sweet, savoury or spicy: Sweet? No, savoury. I don't know! Right now or forever? Too vague a question! :D

Craving: company (human and cat)

Tea or coffee? tea. right now jasmine tea, which reminds me of my ex.

Currently working on: editing a friend's podcast script

I tag everyone who likes rain.

#minä #esittely

depsidase

#sukupuoli #politiikka #antifasismi

professionalchaoticdumbass

i feel like the term “dogwhistle” is becoming increasingly misused and it’s going to become dangerous at some point

professionalchaoticdumbass

dogwhistles are used as plausibly-deniable signals to other members of the in-group to signify the person as a member, while remaining at least somewhat inconspicuous to outsiders. they are not a general “oh i recognize this as terf/nazi/hategroup bullshit, therefore it’s a dogwhistle”.

“1488” is a dogwhistle. “Wombyn” is a dogwhistle. “Globalist elites” is a dogwhistle. Calling trans women “TRAs” is a dogwhistle. Saying “total jew death” or “biological males don’t belong in women’s spaces” are not dogwhistles, they are just the explicit rhetoric of neonazis and terfs, respectively.

i need people to learn to differentiate between “this is a dogwhistle” and “this is outright bigotry” because i am tired of seeing people say “omg dogwhistle” to terfs outright saying trans women are men. please. at this point it’s just giving them more plausible deniability.

marionettikadulla

Could someone please explain the metaphor for me? Like... a dog whistle is used by a human to attract dogs, right? So is the "dog whistle" metaphor meant to say that the one saying e.g. "wombyn" is saying something that only "dogs" can hear, i.e. only TERFs can hear the terfiness of that phrase? But isn't the point that we DO hear the terfiness of the phrase, and we are not part of TERFs (the dogs) so it isn't a dog whistle? Or at least it doesn't work like one? Or are we non-dogs who have dog-abilities so we can hear it? Context: I never remember what this phrase means, because I don't understans how the metaphor works. Saa selittää myös suomeksi! Ja onko tälle sanaa suomeksi?

#saa neuvoa #saa auttaa #sanat #metaforat

sitronsangbody

"Oh so we should just eat anything we want??"

Well actually YES but also:

Restricting food Does Stuff To Your Brain. "Restricting" doesn't mean stopping when you're full. I feel like this is what gets misunderstood a lot. It means placing rules and limits on food that supercede what your body is signalling that it wants. Let's use cookies as an example. Restricting would be:

- I can only have cookies when I deserve them.

- I can only have cookies when I'm alone.

- I can only have two cookies.

- I can only have low-calorie cookies.

- I can only have cookies on set days, or so-called cheat days.

- I can't have cookies.

- I can't have cookies in the house.

- I'm bad when I eat cookies.

- Cookies are a bad food and I must compensate for having eaten them.

Whether or not you stick to the restrictions you set, your brain is learning to be an anxious mess around cookies. It might want to avoid anywhere that has cookies. It might feel shame for wanting or eating cookies. It might get exhausted from suppressing the craving and decide to binge. It might go into binge mode every time you eat cookies because you've taught your body that This Will Not Be Available Whenever. It might feel ridiculously important to eat all the cookies while you can.

I know we're all so used to constantly talking about food, diets, weight and bodies, and it's completely normalised to look at absolutely everything you eat and assign it the level of guilt you're gonna feel for eating it, and to brag about not eating this and that, and to announce that you know it's a Naughty Indulgence when you eat anything sweet.

But oh my god, it's such a huge weight off your shoulders to just let yourself eat cookies because you wanted cookies and stop when you feel satiated and know that the cookies will be available next time you want cookies because you don't need to earn them in any way. Because a brain that knows it can have cookies whenever it wants cookies, doesn't crave cookies all the time. Nor does it feel any self-loathing when it does crave cookies.

And I just wish everyone a very chill brain and some cookies

timidsketch

This reminds me of how food insecurity can cause unhealthy relationships with food. Because you don't know if you'll ever be able to have that food again.

When I was little, my family was very poor. I remember I felt so much anxiety about food because there was never any guarantee that I would be able to eat something again. So I had to eat it right now and eat all of it before it would be gone. And since I had three brothers, I especially had to eat the food right now and quickly or else there would be none left for me. If I wanted seconds, I couldn't take time enjoying the food.

I remember seeing my older brother with a bowl of ice cream when I was still so young that I was easy to fool. When I asked him what it was, he told me it was medicine so I wouldn't want any of the limited ice cream we had. And when my mom made him give me a bowl of ice cream, he gave me the tiniest, most pathetic scoop he could. I remember crying and running to my room because, yes, children cry, but also because I was already instilled with anxiety about not having that food ever again. My mom would even buy food that she knew none of her children liked so that it would only be for her. She would hide food from us so that only she could eat it. Going to my dad's house and being told that I can have anything in his fridge is still a family version of culture shock for me to this day. I can still recall my mom telling me the story of my oldest brother not being grateful enough for the food she had given him, and that story was told to me and my little brother so that we would learn to be obedient, accept, and be grateful for her extensive abuse of us.

And then since we were fat because fatness runs in our genes but diet culture wanted to tell us otherwise to sell us products, that food insecurity was then combined with diet culture and internalized fatphobia. (The fucking cruelty of blaming a child's fatness on "fat people eat too much" when any binges I ever had were due to not having enough food and being told the food I did manage to obtain I should feel ashamed for eating.) So now it was not only anxiety and fear about not being able to eat food, there was also anxiety and fear and hatred and disgust when we did eat food.

I can still vividly remember one day during lunch at school. My family was poor enough that I was able to get food from the cafeteria for a reduced price. That meant that school lunch was the one time a day that I was guaranteed an adequate amount of food and being able to eat what I wanted. On that day they had tiny cups of tater tots. The cups were only big enough for maybe 7 tater tots per cup. I splurged for the first time in my life and took two cups of tater tots. When I sat down, the girls who were barely even my friends started looking at me with disdain and warning me that if I ate those two cups of tater tots, then I would become fat. Because I wanted to eat SEVEN MORE TATER TOTS. And I already had so much internalized fatphobia, was already viewed as fat by other people in the first place, and had already been passed on the fatphobic generational trauma of my parents that I felt so much shame and guilt for wanting to eat a second cup of those tater tots.

I never ate the tater tots I had bought that day. And those girls didn't understand this, but they were shaming me for obtaining food using the one reliable resource I had. I still remember that day and it's almost 20 years later.

Ever since I found fat liberation and intuitive eating, I no longer feel anxiety about food or any desire to binge. I don't starve myself. I don't feel guilty for eating and satiating my appetite. I don't obsess about if a food will never be available again. The only real remnant of all of that fear now is that I instinctively buy enough food for leftovers. If I buy take out, I buy enough of the food to last multiple meals because I feel more comfortable having that certainty of the food still being there later and because I have difficulty leaving my apartment, so it's also difficult to go buy food when I want to. But I don't eat all of the food at once. I eat the amount that satiates me. I'm lucky enough to have found intuitive eating and no longer experience food insecurity that I don't have to view food as a finite resource anymore. And I can tell you that calling intuitive eating "freedom" is not an exaggeration in the slightest.

thalia-ambrose

#myöhemmäksi

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local crime son in his pretty pink dress

#muumit

pocket-deer-belly

Being autistic is like screaming through a megaphone “please don’t overwork me, i WILL explode” and everyone responds like haha well. You’ll get used to it over time :)

pocket-deer-belly

i need greater societal understanding for the fact that people with autism are just less capable of handling stress and are more likely to become stressed from things that are invisible to others. like can you be nice

marionettikadulla

Miksen mä tiedä mitään autismista? Yleensä kun opin jotain siitä, aattelen että mulla saattaa olla autistisia piirteitä. Ja sit pelottaa yrittää opetella lisää, kun en haluu mitään diagnosoimishärdelliä enää, en jaksais sitä. Ja en usko, et saan kauheesti mitään apua ilman diagnoosia. Joten muka helpompi olla tietämättä? Ei tässä oo logiikkaa.

#saa auttaa #saa neuvoa

therefinedruffian1968

#tatuoinnit

plaidos

it’s kind of crazy how any amount of trans women discussing transmisogyny within the LGBT community will be met with accusations of “splitting the community” and “infighting” — anybody saying these things should recognise that what they’re calling for is trans women to be silent punching bags for the rest of the community to take out their problems on. like are you listening to yourselves? it’s infighting for trans women to say “hey, i don’t like the way we’re being treated”? what the fuck is wrong with all of you?

marionettikadulla

Tää myös muistuttaa paljon esim. sitä, miten lesbonaisiin suhtauduttiin naisten oikeuksia ajavassa liikkeessä tai mustiin naisiin mustien ihmisoikeuksia ajavassa liikkeessä.

#sukupuoli #yhteisöt

pocket-deer-belly

this should be very extremely obvious and i really thought it was to everyone but telling trans women that they're "socialized as male" and then telling her she still interacts with the world in some fundamentally inescapably male cishet misogynist way is both extremely transphobic and utterly incoherent with how gendered socialization actually works. like for example the very basic idea that children are generally punished for not conforming to gendered expectation, which means some kids are raised more as queer than as either male or female. you're doing the thing, you're doing the terf thing of making trans women out to be fundamentally dangerous or harmful to other women.

pocket-deer-belly

"the way a child is socialized impacts them forever" yeah imagine being socialized faggot age 5 and up. this is just like how cishet men experience society, it's like uhhhh *checks notes* feeling like the gender they've been assigned at birth is coercively being forced upon them

#sukupuoli