[raan-miir-tah]

You motherfuckers yes I hate Kamala too but when she is announced to be the Democratic candidate we are all going to shoot fireworks and go to the goddamn polls

[raan-miir-tah]

GRIPPING EVERYBODY’S SHOULDERS SO TIGHTLY RIGHT NOW. YOU WILL VOTE FOR HARRIS. YOU WILL RECOGNIZE THAT THERE IS NO MORAL WAY TO BE PRESIDENT OF THE US AND YOU WILL STILL VOTE TO STRATEGICALLY PROTECT YOURSELF AND OTHERS.

[raan-miir-tah]

YOU ARE THE REALEST MOTHERFUCKER ON THIS SITE!!!

[tlirsgender]

Big fan of angels being autistic btw. "How does an entity like that have a neurological condition" Well they can act like that. Angels having traits that read as autistic. Incomprehensible being trying for their best mimicry of human behavior. You understand

[tlirsgender]

First day on earth pretending to be a Normal Human. Eye contact is weird when you only have two of them. Trying out physical sensations. Touching things with different textures. Picked a leaf off a bush and ate it. People are looking at me weird. Sorry. Say something normal. Do you know when the bus gets here

[tlirsgender]

Second day as a Normal Human. Not used to standing still because I'm usually a four dimensional shape turning within itself. I understand the bus schedule now. Blessed someone's baby today. Trying out smells and tastes. Went to a bakery. People are looking at me again. Loudly announced I love bread

[tlirsgender]

Third day as a Normal Human. I thought I understood the bus schedule but it's not here. Got in an argument with a street preacher. The bus is here. Went to a coffee shop. Really enjoying smells and tastes. Blessed someone's dog. I think I'm doing a good job

[king-mutant]

Jane & Daria✨

[kaelio]

Saying "voting doesn't matter" might reach your younger peers online but it certainly hasn't reached Clangus Hargbarg who was part of the kkk in 1951 and still sends in his ballot. He hasn't missed a one.

[seymour-butz-stuff]

[stevviefox]

Please register and vote.

[sirfrogsworth]

I graduated high school in 99.

There was a student at our school named Wayne.

Wayne was gay. It was obvious. He was unable to stay in the closet even if he wanted to. To make matters worse, he was also Black. From a bullying standpoint, that was not a great combo. Both Black and white students made fun of him relentlessly. He was ostracized from the only community that may have given him protection. Only us theater kids stuck up for him, but not to significant effect.

Wayne was bullied so much that at one point he finally snapped and attacked his bullies with a lunch tray. I was actually seated in perfect line of sight and just sat there chewing my soggy fries in stunned silence. It didn't even seem real as I was witnessing it. The image of him wailing on his main bully as the food on his tray flew off is permanently logged into my long term memory.

The bully he attacked had blood all over his face and went straight to the nurse. Other than superficial cuts, he was not injured.

Before the attack, Wayne went to teachers for help. He went to guidance counselors for help. He went to the principals for help.

He did all of the things you were supposed to do. No one helped him. They wagged a finger at the bullies and warned them to stop.

Wayne's lunch tray melee was the only thing that worked. His bullies stayed far away from him. But a week later Wayne was expelled and the bullies were given no punishment.

So... no.

No one in my school talked about being trans.

Because the only way to survive being openly queer was to bash people with a lunch tray.

[three--rings]

I went to all girls, private, Catholic school in the 90s. Two of my friends became romantically involved. It was discovered and one of them denied it and said the other girl was harassing her and it wasn't mutual. (Still friends with both of them, it was a weird and stressful time and they were both under a lot of threats of various sorts.) The accused friend was expelled for poor attendance. (i.e. being gay.)

The next year I had two younger friends who I met through theater start secretly dating each other. I was the person they talked to about it, I got the "Uh I think I might be gay" phone call when it started. One of the girls' parents worked at the school and when she found out about her daughter doing queer shit, well, among other things she was forbidden to speak to me or spend any time with me anymore. Did it matter that that queer relationship was what stopped her daughter self-harming and binge drinking to dangerous levels? No. The answer was obviously to isolate her daughter and not allow her any social life.

Openly gay? Didn't happen. It wasn't tolerated.

[amuseoffyre]

Secondary school in the 90s in the UK, it was illegal for it to be brought up by teachers. We only had one openly gay person in a school of over 1000 people and that lad was only known by dint of being the most camp fella imaginable. The bullying was horrendous. I apparently emitted the queer equivalent of the bat signal clearly enough (even though I didn’t know what it was) that I got my share of it too. No one even had the language to talk about transness. 

It was considered the worst thing to be, even though we as kids didn’t know why. It was talked about like this monster under the bed, the bogey man, something horrible and corrupting and perverted, which is just... peachy when you’re a baby queer and are being told even just existing makes you some kind of deviant and pervert.

Likewise at the time, if you were a queer adult working in a profession with/around children, you could lose your job, reputation, career, home and worse.

We didn’t choose to stay in the closet. A lot of us had to stay in the closet for our own safety.

[vaspider]

When we had our first open lesbian couple in my HS, the school ended up banning all public displays of affection for a while in order to keep the lesbians from kissing in the halls.

[caustic-light]

When I was 16 or 17 in as late as 2012-2013 (in germany) a friend and me asked our principal if the school could hold a minute of silence on the international day against homophobia. Our principal told us he didn't think it was something that students had any reason to care about.

About a week after that a gay kid from our partner school in the same town killed himself after years of being bullied and everyone pretended that nobody could know why he did it.

[anemptygrave]

I graduated high school in 1986. No one was out, not a single person.

I've not kept in touch with anyone, but just by looking on classmates.com I know that -

- no less than 3 of the guys in my class now have husbands

- at least 5 of the women are lesbians

- at least 3 folks are trans

This is from a graduating class of 233 kids from Indiana. Only about half of those graduates are on classmates.com.

[seananmcguire]

I graduated in '96.

The younger sibling of a good friend was a few years ahead of me, and came out as trans in '95. I say "came out," but he didn't, not really. He just quietly slid from one set of pronouns to another, and transitioned socially as soon as he had his diploma. It was a complete, seamless, silent change, and no one questioned it, and the only reason he didn't do it while he was still in school was to avoid everything described above.

[earhartsease]

we finished school in england in 1981, and found out years later that 4 of us who'd been around the same age transitioned after school (we personally a lot later than the other three, we tried coming out as trans in '86 and got slapped down so hard it took another 25 years), one of whom started transitioning as soon as she left

and hell no you didn't talk about that stuff, you couldn't even let anyone know you were queer but loads of us were not cishet

the amount of incredibly courageous efforts that have gone into making some kids feel safe enough to come out while at school is so amazing and heartwarming to us - and so of course there's a backlash coming at us all from those cunts who want us all to cease to exist

[sayruq]

[marie-bee-deactivated20250518]

From the tags:

[joelletwo]

[OP ID: three tweets. 1. Palestine Action: BREAKING: Palestine Action cut Leonardo's Edinburgh factory's internet cables, disrupting the producers of targeting systems for Israel's F-35 fighter jets. 2: Saeed Taji Farouky retweeting this with "The moral and legal case for direct action has never been stronger" 3: Escalate Network: These are household items, people. These courageous activists are not super secret agents. They are regular people who have studied some maps, done a little bit of research, perhaps read a user manual or two, and done something concrete to save real lives.

reblog ID: tags #not everyone can or will tale part in this form of direct action #but everyone can support it #anyone could be on the jury that acquits these activists #anyone can be the person who contributes to legal support #anyone can be the person who doesnt snitch #anyone can be the person who speaks up in a conversation #and lets your friends and neighbors know you believe these activists are in the right

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[trans-girl-nausicaa]

while they share a similar base flavor, dick tastes more umami while pussy tastes more acidic, though recent menstruation conveys an overwhelming metallic flavor that some diners object to (though i am not one of them). recommended wine pairings are

[trans-girl-nausicaa]

[trans-girl-nausicaa]

(today i learnt that if you don’t know how a post should end, just post it unfinished anyway and someone else will come up with an ending)

[n64retro]

どうぶつの森  Dōbutsu no Mori  Animal Forest (Nintendo EAD, 2001) Japanese instruction booklet.

[homunculus-argument]

Reading a book about slavery in the middle-ages, and as the author sorts through different source materials from different eras, I am starting to understand why so many completely fantastical accounts of "faraway lands" went without as much as a shrug. The world is such a weird place that you can either refuse to believe any of it or just go "yeah that might as well happen" and carry on with your day.

There was this 10th century arab traveller who wrote into an account that the fine trade furs come from a land where the night only lasts one hour in the summer and the sun doesn't rise at all in the winter, people use dogs to travel, and where children have white hair. I don't think I'd believe something like that either if I didn't live here.

[20thcenturystarlet]

Seoul, 1971

[homunculus-argument]

You ever have a random thought that's not intrusive, but somehow simultaneously so instinctive and so detached from your regular everyday life, that you vaguely figure it was probably just an ancestral spirit possessing you for a second?

I was baking an apple pie for fun, freehanding cardamom by vibes alone. And a thought pops into my head, must not be wasteful with them, spices are expensive. And I had to halt right there for a second. Why would I feel financial guilt about the amount of seasoning in homemade goods, when I spend money on far more frivolous shit every single day? My own weight in cinnamon would cost less than my rent.

Thank you for your concern, Maarit from the 1600s, but trust me, we're good. I can measure this cardamom with my heart and not the scale.

[arianashy]

[certasluas]

[bossymarmalade]

Emilia W. Olsen, “Free Palestine” (2023)

[ohskyedoe]

when the function has leaves and berries

[yurinullification]

@charlottan

[sayruq]

Not just the court but the UN as well

[libraford]

"There's no wildlife here. The land is barren and stripped from farming chemicals"

I just saw two blue herons fly super low over our house, which means they've been fishing in the creek behind us, which means there's fish there. Which means there's bugs to feed the fish and algae to feed the bugs, which means the water and soil is worth something damnit.

Yes, I'm sorry the suburb isn't the grand, sweeping swath of uninhabited land that you so desperately crave but would learn to loathe, but saying that the land here is barren and that there's no wildlife here and that there's nothing to salvage- that's a You problem. Nature might be struggling, but against all odds it is at least trying.

[headspace-hotel]

And you can help by being its caretaker...

[brujarojaderio]

This is what I’m harping on about when I talk about Urban Animism.

The hopelessness, the lack of community, the lack of connection to the natural world, it’s all an illusion.

Migratory birds still use the bayous, drainage ditches and culverts. Moss and lichens grow in the margins between cement. You’ll find fish and turtles in a puddle in a cement culvert. You’ll find pocket prairies struggling to get established in utility easements and empty lots and medians. There are lizards and snakes in the non-native landscaping.

Hopelessness is a tool. If people keep saying it’s dead then you won’t look and if you don’t look, then you can’t build empathy with the natural world around you and you won’t be motivated to heal its wounds and steward its growth. If they keep your eyes on the death and misery, then you won’t see all the life and joy there is to protect.

There are grackles, seagulls, raccoons, possums, and coyotes, all thriving in urban and suburban environments. They’re not vermin, they’re our neighbors. They, too, are worth protecting and they’re everywhere if you look.

And the thing is, it is bad. A lot of these areas are heavily compromised and nothing is being done. A lot of them need tremendous amounts of work to be in a healthful and balanced state. But, when there is so much damage, when there’s so little effort being taken, that’s an opportunity. How little effort you’ll have to put in to make an incredible difference. It won’t be perfect, but it’ll be worlds better than it was, and that will matter to your neighbors, the fish, frogs and birds.

But first you have to look, you MUST look, you must see these beings so that you can recognize them as your neighbors.