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about me
Im in my 30s and bad at describing myself, I sometimes reblog nsfw stuff
minors DNI
a bra and a hijab are the same thing in many ways
Hijab is not much different from many different hair coverings which used to be extremely common throughout the world. All of those had their own religious connections with them. Hair coverings were often a tool of both religion and "modesty", the loaded gendered concept. Nowadays it's most commonly associated with Islam therefore it strikes out as Abnormal. A bra too serves the same purpose, yet its considered the "acceptable" tool of Modesty with no loaded baggage whatsoever while Hijab is the "backwards" tool of modesty with Evil Baggage. The same concept, when it's Muslim racialized, is Backwards and Violent, yet the violence of the bra, because it is accepted among White people too, is acceptable and invisible
Can you imagine if tomorrow wearing a bra was seen as completely backwards, but nothing else changed socially for women, yet the new policy was to force women to take their bras off in public? What, that sounds like the wrong way to go about it to you because it would be humiliating and misogynistic? Now lets apply that humanity to other people's cultures
hate hate hate how sites are increasingly trying to make right click saving images impossible. facebook, instagram, reddit (app), pinterest*, etc... all make you jump through hoops just to save an image. can you guys not please. how ddo i make them stop. can we get one of those EU regulations or whatever that makes them all comply, or are we going to have to wait for global socialism for that. ugh
List all images under your cursor, even ones hidden by other elements
Download Right-Click Borescope for Firefox. List all images under your cursor, even ones hidden by other elements
oh look, the exact tool that would have saved me SO much time and energy trying to find images hidden in the source code 🙃
Trying to explain even one ounce of class/caste/ethnic/religious dynamics in South Asia to somebody completely removed from it is so humbling like sometimes I forget how cartoonishly insane all of it is. The racism factory that churns out new types of racisms
There really is no equivalent to the amount of social hierarchies in South Asia and how intricate they are which makes sense for a variety of reasons but do you know how sad it is to try and explain new types of oppression to people. To introduce people to social hierarchies they couldn’t have even dreamt up. The racism factory that produces new racisms
The notes on this 50 note post already shows how right I am. People don’t ask my caste because they can tell based off of the most basic level shit related to my life within the first few minutes of meeting me. the only people who ask my caste are white people who have no idea the gravity of what they’re saying
op feel free to tell me to shut up because I know I do not have a full grasp of this issue like I should BUT
I’m a child of indian immigrants in the west and I thought I understood casteism because we definitely brought that shit over with us to the new country, but I don’t think I really understood it until my dad was talking about his childhood.
we were talking about his childhood in the first place because he’s having some issues with his brothers right now (he’s the youngest kid and his brothers can’t accept that he’s a grown man that makes his own decisions (he’s 60)) and he was talking about how they used to be so close and their childhood was so good and blessed but then he was like ‘but maybe it was always rotten, maybe there was always this seed of judgement in us’
he was talking about how they, an upper mid caste family in a tiny farming village, would hire low caste workers to help out during the harvest. as part of their wages, they would get meals from the family. but because they were low caste, they weren’t allowed to use the same plates and cutlery as my family. it was thought that them using the dishes would permanently contaminate them. they weren’t even allowed to keep their own ‘contaminated’ plates in the house. instead, they would take their meals on banana leaf plates. and I was like ‘ok that’s fucked up but banana leaf plates are commonly used by all castes’
then my dad explained ‘if we were to give them sambar, they would dig a small hole in the ground and line it with leaves, and we would ladle the sambar into that. if they wanted water, we would ladle handfuls of it into their hands and they would drink it all and silently ask for the next ladle. this was part of my daily chores as a child, to feed grown men in such a degrading way. something about it felt wrong to me, but I was a child who couldn’t understand why.’
I was already shocked at that but then he continued ‘once, there were no banana leaves, so I went to give him the plate I was holding. the man wouldn’t even take it from me, knowing how the rest of my family would react. when he accidentally brushed against it, I was surprised and dropped the plate. he then picked up the plate and built a small fire from the branches nearby and threw the plate in. these were steel plates, so they could survive that. he then used a different leaf to pick up the plate once it had cooled enough to give it back to me. not once had I even spoken or asked him to do this, but he knew that the plate needed to be purified before it entered our house. I think I was eight years old.’
I think this was coming up for him because he was already realizing that his family weren’t always good people based on their interactions with him and this made him see their actions through a new light. my dad left the village and eventually the country fairly young so I think he hadn’t interrogated his fond childhood memories like that. honestly, it made me think less of my family.
I’ve heard some people compare castes to different sects of christianity and I don’t think that’s a good comparison. that’s bias based on thinking you’re the best. casteism is having a hierarchy and knowing exactly where you stand in that hierarchy and knowing that you can’t change that no matter what. that you are dirty and that you were born dirty and that you will never be clean.
being mid caste means we get shit from brahmins, so I thought I understood. I’d read about dalits, so I thought I understood. but that was the day I really started to understand.
Trying to explain the concept of Bumiputera and Bumiputera privileges to a non-Malaysian and/or Singaporean will absolutely make them go WTF
I am not Latino but can I get a cute spanish nickname too?
gringo
The recent hot VS cold polls have made me realise that a lot of people have no idea how to cool down.
As someone from a hot country that's regularly on fire, here's some tips:
WATER IS YOUR FRIEND! WATER! IS! YOUR! FRIEND! You can transfer SO much heat into this bad boy! You cannot cool down without water!
Wrists under the cold tap. Splash your face and the back of your neck. Fan yourself.
In some countries you can buy a little handeld fan with a water sprayer.
Damp tea towel around the neck. Stick an ice pack in there on hotter days.
Half fill a water bottle with water, stick in freezer. If you use a bottle with a straw, make sure it's lying on its side with the straw side up and out of the water. When frozen top up the rest of the way with tap water and off you go.
Desperate to cool off? Wet T-shirt. Sit in front of a fan. This will nuke it, just don't get hypothermia and don't fall asleep like this.
Cold showers are also your friend in summer. Some people get psyched up by these. Personally, I sleep like a baby, so I'm good to have them before bed. Just keep in mind that it takes a bit of time for the cool to circulate, so your body will tell you that you're colder than you actually are. I find that when I have cold showers I need to step out of the spray when I think I'm cold... I'll just wait, and thirty seconds later the temperature has evened out and I actually need to step under again. Rinse and repeat until you maintain coolness even after stepping out for a bit.
If you can't do cold showers, turn the cold shower on anyway and just stick your arms under. When they're cold, lift your arms up above your head. The sensation of cool blood draining into your body is fucking weird and kinda unpleasant but less unpleasant than being hot.
Feet in a tub of water with ice. Blood naturally flows to your extremities when hot, so take advantage of this. If you don't have a tub of ice water, sticking a wet rag on your feet in front of the fan works too, it's the less powerful version of the wet T-shirt.
Drinks lots of water but make sure that water has electrolytes as well. Stay in the shade.
Keep air circulating. Fans don't actually cool rooms down, they just help transfer heat from your body to the moisture on your skin or the air via evaporative cooling.
Block north facing windows early in the morning so the sun doesn't get in. If you're in the northern hemisphere, this is opposite for you. Keep in mind that if your home is brick, the bricks will still heat up and slowly release heat into your home even after the sun goes down so this will only do so much.
If it's hotter inside than outside, close all your windows but two, making sure they're on opposite sides of the house/unit you're in. Point a fan out of one window, making sure that the doors between the rooms with the open windows are all open. This will help create a mini pressure system in your home, pulling cooler air in and pushing the hotter air out via the fan. Bonus points if you can get that fan high up where the hot air rises; even within a single room the top is much hotter than the air by the floor. Adjust the amount of open windows based on how many fans you have, but generally you want more windows with fans open than windows without fans to keep the pressure correct.
Obviously, use your common sense for these. Not everything WILL work for you, just use the stuff that does and adjust what needs to be adjusted. Some of these will be impossible to use in the workplace but others you can still use. Others are best used at home. If humidity impacts your ability to use any of these, get a dehumidifier if that's an option, or use more ice instead of evaporation.
Also keep in mind that the skinnier you are, the faster these will work. More fat means more insulation, means more heat, so you may need to be more patient with some of these or use them in combination.
Bringing this back for my dying mutuals
self-compassion: an antidote to shame mb
guys what sparked your fetish/interest in hypnotism?
Okay so ironically for me it was my fear of hypnosis. So whenever I would see it on tv or in movies I would have this pit in my stomach over it but it weirdly was like a special interest too.
One summer I decided to confront this fear head on by trying some SFW hypnosis files I found on the internet and when I woke up, I was like, "really is that it?! that's so stupid." Thinking I did it wrong I then spent YEARS trying to achieve the most squishy brain and find that trance state that would feel like the movies told me it did. Not only did I successfully achieve that (with YEARS of conditioning, training and just fucking around and finding out and not always in the good ways) but in the process I turned hypnosis into my ultimate passion, kink and now my full time job.
[thought i’d provide some extra musings on what the mini comic entails. this is from Milo’s perspective to bring more context to the comic’s story. i never write in first person so hopefully this is fine LOL.
astrid is the woman in the first panel of the comic. this is not proofread! just for fun!
cw: minor cursing, blood, minor gore, death, suggestive themes in the comic, mc is under hypnosis which compels him to do ..bad things, umm lmk if i missed something
@villainwithacrush was the original inspiration for this comic]
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I remember my first time.
Her name was Melissa. She wore huge pearl earrings, a nice silk blouse, and had an impossible amount of hair. It had no doubt taken her a while to get ready.
She brought me a dozen red roses with a hand-written card: To my Sun-Ray. Around her neck was a sun pendant necklace. One of those fan-made necklaces that were higher quality than the official merchandise. She clearly wore it everyday, fiddling with it out of habit.
I’d never actually been on a real date before. Never had the time. Though this wasn’t really a real date.
Melissa, like many others, was just a fan. A follower. Someone who thought they knew me, watched me on tv, made edits of me. A completely parasocial romance.
She could barely keep eye contact, stumbling over her words. Whether for courage or if she was just an alcoholic, she was already wine-drunk when she arrived to dinner.
Astrid picked the restaurant. She picked the time. She picked Melissa. But most importantly, she picked me.
So even as Melissa twirled her hair and bit her lip, all I could think about was how happy Astrid would be once I killed this girl.
“Just stand still for me, Melissa.”
”Of course, Mr. Sun-Ray … what are you gonna do to me?”
Melissa giggled, clutching the paper-wrapped roses to her chest. She gazed up at Milo through her lashes, licking her lips.
Energy crackled between my fingers, pulling the light and electricity from the nearby streetlight.
Though I thought it’d be obvious to not follow a man you just met into an alleyway at night, Melissa had happily obliged.
To muffle the blast, I shoved my hands against her. The pulse of energy sending searing hot pain directly into her abdomen. I felt the heat of the concentrated light cutting through her silk blouse, then her skin, then her muscle. The light faded and was replaced by the warmth of her blood instead, gushing into my flattened palms.
I felt her tattered muscles rippling as she recoiled and tensed with the shock of it. Her eyes met mine, wide with panic.
My heart palpitated. A sudden visceral stab through my chest at the look of horror in her eyes.
Melissa opened her mouth. Perhaps to scream, shout for help, maybe even try and catch her breath. Nothing came out.
I let her body fall with a wet thud to the alleyway asphalt. The roses crushed from her tight grip. Her nice silk blouse greedily soaking her blood.
Looking down, I hadn’t done a very good job at covering the blast. I tried to wipe the viscera off my face and chest, only smearing more blood onto myself.
I gasped for air, none seeming to enter my lungs. I felt my ribs turning to ice, refusing to flex and let me breath. My feet too, seemed iced to the ground.
I remained fixed in place. Only my quivering, blood-stained hands and the lifeless body of Melissa were in focus. My first ever date.
What the fuck was I doing? Heroes weren’t supposed to interact with fans, much less go on a date with one.
I’d fucking spent all night flattering this girl who wore unofficial merchandise of my own symbol. Not even trying to hide my identity because Astrid told me to wear my suit.
The blood was beginning to clot and soak through my suit. Tears welling in my eyes, beginning to sting.
My throat was so dry.
I should’ve prevented an alleyway murder. Not committed one. Why did I do this? Why the fuck would I do this?
“Milo.”
And then I heard her voice in my head. She wasn’t here but I could feel her voice, her presence all around me.
Instead of shaking like a pathetic and discarded leaf in some random alley, she’d tell me to lick myself clean. She’d tell me to lick the blood from my hands. She’d wipe the tears from my eyes and gently kiss my forehead.
I could see Astrid smiling down at me. She hadn’t used me. I’d just been useful.
I gathered Melissa’s body in my arms. Her guts were beginning to slip through the open wound in her gut. There was so much more blood in there than I thought.
Like a cat bringing home a dead bird, I’d happily present my prey.
If she’d just smile at me once more, then I’d kill as many people as she liked.
[the comic itself has some of Milo’s internal dialogue. throughout his story, he begins to crave the mind control that astrid puts him under. especially as he commits more crimes, it becomes not just about escaping his responsibilities as a hero but to really bring him peace.
also like, i’d let a hot woman manipulate me. let’s be so real here.
if you read all this, i hope you enjoyed and thank you!]
another example of me loving boring shit is liking the idea of getting my blood sucked by a vampire but like they give me snacks and take care of me like the same as when you donate blood. and not even in a like over the top romantic vampire way where they give me some big fancy meal and have me sit on a fainting couch or something, just like normal style. or hell even like having them take my blood in a more clinical way and then drink it from a container instead of drinking it directly from me. it's like. it appeals to me because it's kinda stupid and unsexy and funny but at the same time it's like a kind of denial. and there's a kind of tension. you know here they are holding back and approaching this in this very proper friendly way but they're still drinking my blood. and you know, do they also want to just bite me, do they also just wanna get right to it, even if they're not doing that? like how much effort is it taking to suppress that? i don't know. a vampire who's a doctor and they hypnotize you in the like medical hypnosis kinda way where it's just to make it easier to draw your blood. maybe they don't even drink it in front of you. and they make a casual comment about how it smells or how if you relax it'll taste better or whatever and it's like. yea they are going to drink this. they want this thing that's in my body. i like that weird sense of intimacy in a situation that's trying not to be too intimate. you know
Yep, I made a frutiger aero soft soap alien… 💧🐠🤍🫧🧼
Redraw time. Should I bring spidrien back?
Old drawing jumpscare under the cut
Brand new essay
On queer chosen family, unpaid feminized labor, the polycule as a failed nonprofit with a sex life, and the doll in the kitchen being told her exhaustion is an attachment wound.
It was nice knowing y’all before they get me for this one.
The Polyamory Mystique And The Chosen Family
Make sure to read my cohost and frankly the Engels of our trans feminist movement to my smash hit article describing what we are calling the transsexual clownifcation
A Trans feminist analysis and the clowns who perform
Brand new zine to be released tonight with the cover the courtesy of my amazing and beautiful transsexual friend Caroline Noel Denham check her out on Instagram @jerbwyn
This zine is about white transsexual women moving to historically black neighborhoods and cities and gentrifying them by not engaging with their culture and community.
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What Trans Gentrification Looks Like.
Heated rivalry shouldve been about 2 ugly old guys that play mahjong then maybe id consider watching it
i don't remember them playing mahjong but they do other old man things like going to the wet market together and drinking soup and taking walks. anyway go watch suk suk / twilight's kiss
"ok but where's the old chinese lesbians" go watch all shall be well. it's by the same director and the old chinese lesbians are also at the market
Hey I’d really appreciate it if goyim and even ashkenazi Jews would read and rb this
Current twitter drama is Europeans confidently declaring that they don't need to drive or use overpriced public transport to get to the MetLife stadium for the World Cup; they will simply walk down the highway to get there. Girl it's New Jersey. They're gonna splatter you for fun.
If you manage to get on the turnpike before the cops stop you, a soccer mom is gonna do the Jersey slide in a RAV4 and turn your entire group into a wet speedbump
this? you want to walk down this????
please say sike
IT'S NOT A FUCKING STREET ITS AN 8-LANE SUPERHIGHWAY THAT GOES OVER A SWAMP
footpath
that is grass. just like ur ass, if you try to walk this thing
Image me gently taking your hand as I tell you the following:
This is ABSOLUTELY a perfectly fine footpath.
In fact, with how much space I’m seeing here, it is entirely plausible, that the European hordes will just create a temporary little Wanderweg right next to the highway. With that much space they might not even have to interfere with traffic.
But also have you seen the space between your highways? I‘d say the gaps each easily fit another whole stream of European walking hordes. Or maybe even two going opposite directions :D
tightly grips your hand with both of my sweaty hands.
the grass is not a permanent feature. there just happens to be a chunk of it there. the side of the road can vary from grass to swampwater ditches to steep embankments to absolutely nothing within a very short distance.
they will call in every highway enforcer in the state and mass incarcerate the lot of you before they allow you to Darwin Award yourselves across 6 lanes of traffic into an international incident or, (their real concern) impede the progress of the single most important north-south interstate corridor in america, ball kicky game be damned.
(I'm starting to believe that a fair number of you in the notes have We're Better Than Stupid Americans embedded so deeply into your cultural identity that you will Just Not Listen to anything we say to you about the material circumstances about the place we live in, rather than taking us at our word that there is a reason that most Americans travel the way we do and it's a good reason.)