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title of this is just ‘lesbian sex’
lot of terfs have been reblogging this so I may as well publicly state that the woman on the right is modeled with permission after my transfemme friend. if you relate to it as strongly as many of you claim in the tags I urge you to reflect upon that with empathy and compassion about the depth of experiences you truly do share with trans women.
otherwise fuck off I guess. my art is not fuel for your hatred.
why does my mother suddenly fail kindergarten whenever she tries to do anything on the computer
I know she doesn't know what "the maximise button" is so I told her "click the square at the top right" and she clicked...the printer icon...in the middle of the toolbar. and I'm just like okay. this isn't a technology thing you are flunking basic shapes and directions. I'm turning off your computer and getting you a block puzzle. you have a master's degree
He's in charge and he can do that, the next one can change that decision, that's the rules as I understand them.
Yes yes i know love is love. But they are still killing CHILDREN. over this.
"Love is love" is a milquetoast cishet marketing phrase
Pride is a FUCK YOU to a society that wants us dead.
CONTROVERSIAL OPINION ABOUT BISEXUALITY
that purple in the middle is not the right saturation, it doesn't fit with the other two colors and it drives me crazy.
all right, I think I got this, I've got dual citizenship and I have another flag we can borrow from:
step 1
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This is true bi/ace solidarity.
holy shit
This is the only correct way
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swapped purple in bisexual and asexual flags for better saturation matching and color theory
before i watched project hail mary i knew exactly 2 things about ryan gosling:
I recently saw a post on Nextdoor where they complained that Animal Control wouldn’t come out and deal with some ducks they saw in a pond.
Like, that’s where ducks go. That is duck home. This is where they are supposed to be. Call Animal Control if the duck is in your living room. Not when you are in the duck’s living room.
One hundred thousand years ago, I was decapitated by a mighty hero on an empty continent in a vast ocean. The small amount of blood that dripped from my head grew quickly into a sapling that bore poisonous fruits, while the torrent of blood from my body grew into a mighty tree that overtook and swallowed its weaker, deadly sister within a night.
After three hundred years of stillness, the great tree flowered a single flower, but it failed to be pollinated and withered away. After three hundred more years it flowered again, this time being pollinated by the primitive insects that formed from the wilted petals and colonized the land. After one hundred and fifty years of forming, a single, seedless, golden fig was produced, and fell to the ground.
The insects that ate it suddenly grew to understand that they were in fact, alive, and were capable of dealing with the truth of their death in meaningful ways. They and the children they bore formed societies within their colonies, and worked together to ensure that every individual life had meaning.
One insect, a scientist, warrior-priest, and poet, concluded that, because the golden fig brought his people awareness, and a near-perfect world, a second would bring the gift of immortality to his kind, whos natural lifespan was to be born, have children, and die over the span of a week. He discussed the idea with his peers, and his peers to the public, and though there were occasional disagreements about his belief, nearly everybody agreed with his theory.
The insect and all of his top scientists, with the approval of those they sought to help, began worshipping the tree in primordial, pre-awakening and recent-post-awakening mannerisms, believing it to be the closest in respect to the sacred time of their creation, coaxing the tree to produce a second fig.
After three hundred years of their efforts, the scientists generation and thousands of generations that came after that long dead, the project continued, and the tree flowered for a third time.
It was pollinated, and so, for one hundred and fifty years, the insects waited for it to fruit.
One morning, the sun rose, casting a golden light upon the world. The insects all awoke to find the long-awaited second fig sitting high upon the branches.
The next night, it fell, and was divided equally among all the bugs, so that none will die again. They ate the fig until only the seeds remained and continued their prosperous society, with the passage of time being the only way to test if death would take them, unwilling to kill eachother in case the fig rendered them immortal in age but not body.
Eventually, the eldest of their society stopped dying, but remained old and withered. The adults grew old but remained healthy, and the larva pupated and grew to maturity but remained childlike and stunted in their mannerisms. This brought on a golden age that lasted tens of thousands of years.
The tree, however, having created three flowers, began to die, having reached the end of its own natural lifespan. The insects, now living on a timescale similar to the trees, were able to recogize this, and panicked.
They realized the second fig had viable seeds, and planted one. They had no way of knowing this, but from deep within the great tree, stewing, seething, lived the first plant to ever touch the soil, the poisonous sapling, still alive, living within its sister. In its dying throes, it granted the great tree its virility, its sap, stamen and pistil, and while the resulting fruit gave the gift of life, that of the great tree, the seeds within that fruit were of the poisonous sapling, and would grow only more plants like it.
With bated breath the insects had no choice but to watch as the new tree they planted grew gnarled, far too quickly, and with odd leaf shapes and premature flowers. All the while, the great tree continued to suffer.
It began refusing to absorb water from the ground, causing its leaves to shrivel and fall, and the soil to get swamped. Opposite of that, it began rotting from the inside out, releasing toxins into the earth so that no new plants could grow. The insects, terrified, planted the other two seeds, but they were wrong too.
The conditions were perfect, so the new poisonous saplings began proliferating heavily, breeding with eachother, spreading thorned roots into the earth and smothering what remained of the great tree, swallowing it within a night. They bore poisonous, rotting fruits in excess, and had foul tasting leaves.
The insects were left in a state of famine, left with nothing to eat yet unable to die, cried out day and night for a hundred years, but eventually came to eat what came of the plants.
The poison, while not fatal to the immortal bugs, erroded their minds over time, and they began to worship the first tree the way they did the second, living their entire lives off what it made. Their society, though still non-violent, began to drift apart, with every individual simply no longer feeling the need to interact with others, and every other feeling the same.
After another ten thousand years of collective solitude, and despite the wisdom they possessed that comes from living for such great lengths, the once great insects became indistinguishable from a regular swarm, constantly buzzing, constantly eating, locked in a stalemate with the rapidly growing plants and fruits, consuming at the exact rate of production, too simple to get bored of it, no love, no life, capable of reminiscing but not willing to, reduced to animals, yet so much more.
You Have More Power Than You Think You Do: A Case Study In Getting Shit Done
I don't live in a walkable city.
I live in a mid-sized Texas town that only realizes that there are people who don't drive when TXDoT gives them money for active transportation infrastructure.
People constantly tell me that you just cannot walk or ride a bike in this city. It's impossible!
I do it anyway, because I firmly believe that solarpunk is a useless aesthetic if you aren't living it as best you can. We don't need technology to solve our problems we need will.
Also I do volunteer work on the political side of the local animal shelter and so I find myself at city hall several times a year and there's no bike rack.
Or rather there wasn't a bike rack.
I complained to someone, politely, informing them that I am doing this volunteer work and I don't have any safe place to lock my bike and that locking it to a handrail is inconvenient for everyone and also hideous.
A few months later a single staple-style bike rack was installed at city hall. It's not much, but I got sent a photo of someone else who got to use it before I did, clearly there was a need, if small.
Then I turned my gaze to the local grocery store, which had a bike rack, but the bike rack was terrible. It was too short for modern tire sizes, it was placed too close to the wall so one side was useless, and it was generally pretty cramped.
It took some time, but an advocate friend told me to contact the property owner instead of banging my head against the wall contacting HEB itself, and so I sent another polite complaint with a photo, explaining why it wasn't a very good bike rack and it would be really cool if we had a different one with better placement.
And about two months later, we have new staple-style racks at the grocery store, properly placed for maximum parking.
It's not a new bike lane. It's not a removal of parking minimums. It's not infill development or an active transportation advisory board.
They're just bike racks.
But that's the beauty of it. I, a person with an email address, some basic "how to be firm but polite while making an argument" skills, and a willingness to work out who to contact, fixed two problems for the local community. Trust me, I have had people wait on me to unlock my bike so they could have the "good spot." I was not the only person annoyed at the old rack.
It can be done. You're not powerless. Solarpunk doesn't have to be a wishful aesthetic.
Technology will not save us.
We have to save us.
what a beautiful time of year everyone is growing veegtables for me spacifically, one problem though you need to make fences shorter im sure its a mistake but i cant reach some of them
hello imptortant message from deer youyr doing it agen. i cant eet the vegbals you are growing for me like this
this book-- which comes out this month (June 2026) was written by a therapist working in appalachia who realized so many of her clients' issues boiled down to "being poor." it was a primary root stressor for most of the people she was working with and she couldn't fix it.
I always think of the description I saw years ago: Self-imposed deadlines don't help me, because I know the person who set them, and they're full of shit.
Swarovski can continue to fuck off.
In 2021, Swarovski (the company that makes the very sparkly crystals you see in certain jewelry, on figure-skaters' twinkliest outfits, on red carpet dresses), decided they didn't want the grubby fingers of small-time jewelers, clothing designers and costumers and crafters on their shiny beads and rhinestones anymore. They decided to limit their sales to "luxury" and couture creators, not girls who sell stuff on Etsy. The tenor of their press release on the subject was snide and insulting. Resellers (like your favorite bead shop) would no longer be allowed to carry their product; the average Jane on the street would not be able to purchase them. You could only get them if you had an authorized business agreement that bound you to very strict brand behavior. And those of us who still had good stock of the crystals would no longer be "permitted" to use the brand's name in our listings for sale.
Every bead shop and craft supply place and many, many small clothing makers--wedding shops, prom and dancing dress suppliers, the sort of salt of the Earth mom and pop time machines of shops that are the backbone of the field--scrambled to find something that could replace them. The last of the stock dwindled quickly, all of us grabbing what we could get while there was any chance of it, and then it was gone and we no longer had any access.
I was Big Pissed about it at the time. It was just so goddamn stuck-up, when wholesalers and indie jewelers had made them so much money, when some people I knew--when *I!*--had been brand-loyal for decades. But with no recourse, everyone pivoted fairly quickly, most of us to Preciosa Crystals. Those are Czech, quite sparkly, and considerably less expensive than Swarovski. The faceting method they use is different, but not worse; any differences are hardly noticeable when you're seeing them as a hundred pinpoints of light.
Well, out of nowhere, Swarovski just dropped this: https://www.harmanbeads.com/swarovski-brand-policy-update
"Effective June 1, 2026, Swarovski updated the distribution and brand usage policies introduced in 2021. Businesses may now purchase Swarovski Crystals without signing a Brand Control Agreement, and Authorized Distribution Partners may once again sell Swarovski Crystals to resellers, including bead stores and online retailers. Businesses may also use the Swarovski brand name when following Swarovski’s Proper Use Guidelines. Designers, manufacturers, artists, brands, retailers, and resellers are now eligible to purchase Swarovski Crystals through authorized distribution channels."
They want us back. A lot of the companies who could have kept a brand relationship with them also have swapped to Preciosa, over the last half-decade, in solidarity with indie creators and out of a sour awareness that it could be them, next. And it doesn't hurt that Preciosa was able to expand their line quite a bit now that everyone who wanted sparkle had no choice but to go to them.
And I'm not seeing nearly anyone who intends to return. The feeling is, "Y'all told us to fuck off! Off we fucked! And now, that's what you can do, too!" I'm seeing a lot of "How many of us did you stab in the back?" comments from the people whose money they're hoping to attract.
And personally I'm sitting over here all rubby hands, mean snickering, because they really thought they were going to be able to outclimb the people who actually provided all their profits, and now here they are, hat in hand.
I think one of the funniest abortion stances I've heard was from my parents neighbor. He's a like, hard-core libertarian viking larper guy who is very tall and very fat and very bald.
He believes a fetus is human with a soul, but also its "basically attacking the woman's body" so if she wants to get rid of it, that's "basically self-defense". He compared it to shooting a home invader. So he supports abortion not as healthcare, but as killing a baby in self-defense
Y'know I'm so glad someone reminded me of this. Because this was also discussed.
My stepmother did NOT like the way her Libertarian Viking Neighbor framed pregnancy as the fetus "attacking the woman". She incredulously told him this was extremely disrespectful to expectant mothers to portray pregnancy as so violent and negative.
Libertarian Viking Neighbor's response was that people consensually hurt each other all the time, and "there's like a whole community about that, with the acronym the one that starts with a B" And his reasoning was that if the mother was consenting to bring attacked by the baby, it in fact wasn't violent and negative because there was consent.
He brought up people consensually hurting each other, didn't go for one of the obvious answers like boxing or body mods or something, no he went STRAIGHT TO BDSM and he DIDN'T EVEN REMEMBER THE ACRONYM