The thing is nobody at pride is evaluating you to determine if you’re queer enough to be there because they’re too busy thinking “it’s so hot out” and “why is this lemonade 12 dollars?”
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The thing is nobody at pride is evaluating you to determine if you’re queer enough to be there because they’re too busy thinking “it’s so hot out” and “why is this lemonade 12 dollars?”
please reblog this until i find my true love. i am so alone
Made it poly friendly
oh hell yeah even better
Made one for aromantic trans people 👍
Reblogging for poly people, mono people, and people who need their keys
I wouldn’t wanna leave a trans polycule/ monogamy/ key chain incomplete
i lost my fucking keys
please reblog this until i find my true love. i am so alone
Made it poly friendly
oh hell yeah even better
Made one for aromantic trans people 👍
Reblogging for poly people, mono people, and people who need their keys
I wouldn’t wanna leave a trans polycule/ monogamy/ key chain incomplete
i lost my fucking keys
please reblog this until i find my true love. i am so alone
Made it poly friendly
oh hell yeah even better
Made one for aromantic trans people 👍
Reblogging for poly people, mono people, and people who need their keys
I wouldn’t wanna leave a trans polycule/ monogamy/ key chain incomplete
i lost my fucking keys
please reblog this until i find my true love. i am so alone
Made it poly friendly
oh hell yeah even better
Made one for aromantic trans people 👍
Reblogging for poly people, mono people, and people who need their keys
I wouldn’t wanna leave a trans polycule/ monogamy/ key chain incomplete
i lost my fucking keys
please reblog this until i find my true love. i am so alone
Made it poly friendly
oh hell yeah even better
Made one for aromantic trans people 👍
Reblogging for poly people, mono people, and people who need their keys
I wouldn’t wanna leave a trans polycule/ monogamy/ key chain incomplete
i lost my fucking keys
please reblog this until i find my true love. i am so alone
Made it poly friendly
oh hell yeah even better
Made one for aromantic trans people 👍
Reblogging for poly people, mono people, and people who need their keys
I wouldn’t wanna leave a trans polycule/ monogamy/ key chain incomplete
i lost my fucking keys
please reblog this until i find my true love. i am so alone
Made it poly friendly
oh hell yeah even better
Made one for aromantic trans people 👍
Reblogging for poly people, mono people, and people who need their keys
I wouldn’t wanna leave a trans polycule/ monogamy/ key chain incomplete
i lost my fucking keys
this is huge… a three chair event
The cards see all.
Something I find incredibly cool is that they’ve found neandertal bone tools made from polished rib bones, and they couldn’t figure out what they were for for the life of them.
Until, of course, they showed it to a traditional leatherworker and she took one look at it and said “Oh yeah sure that’s a leather burnisher, you use it to close the pores of leather and work oil into the hide to make it waterproof. Mine looks just the same.”
“Wait you’re still using the exact same fucking thing 50,000 years later???”
“Well, yeah. We’ve tried other things. Metal scratches up and damages the hide. Wood splinters and wears out. Bone lasts forever and gives the best polish. There are new, cheaper plastic ones, but they crack and break after a couple years. A bone polisher is nearly indestructible, and only gets better with age. The more you use a bone polisher the better it works.”
It’s just.
50,000 years. 50,000. And over that huge arc of time, we’ve been quietly using the exact same thing, unchanged, because we simply haven’t found anything better to do the job.
i also like that this is a “ask craftspeople” thing, it reminds me of when art historians were all “the fuck” about someone’s ear “deformity” in a portrait and couldn’t work out what the symbolism was until someone who’d also worked as a piercer was like “uhm, he’s fucked up a piercing there”. interdisciplinary shit also needs to include non-academic approaches because crafts & trades people know shit ok
One of my professors often tells us about a time he, as and Egyptian Archaeologist, came down upon a ring of bricks one brick high. In the middle of a house. He and his fellow researchers could not fpr the life of them figure out what tf it could possibly have been for. Until he decided to as a laborer, who doesnt even speak English, what it was. The guy gestures for my prof to follow him, and shows him the same ring of bricks in a nearby modern house. Said ring is filled with baby chicks, while momma hen is out in the yard having a snack. The chicks can’t get over the single brick, but mom can step right over. Over 2000 years and their still corraling chicks with brick circles. If it aint broke, dont fix it and always ask the locals.
I read something a while back about how pre-columbian Americans had obsidian blades they stored in the rafters of their houses. The archaeologists who discovered them came to the conclusion that the primitive civilizations believed keeping them closer to the sun would keep the blades sharper.
Then a mother looked at their findings and said “yeah, they stored their knives in the rafters to keep them out of reach of the children.”
Omg the ancient child proofing add on tho lol
I remember years ago on a forum (email list, that’s how old) a woman talking about going to a museum, and seeing among the women’s household objects a number of fired clay items referred to as “prayer objects”. (Apparently this sort of labeling is not uncommon when you have something that every house has and appears to be important, but no-one knows what it is.) She found a docent and said, “Excuse me, but I think those are drop spindles.” “Why would you think that, ma’am?” “Because they look just like the ones my husband makes for me. See?” They got all excited, took tons of pictures and video of her spinning with her spindle. When she was back in the area a few years later, they were still on display, but labeled as drop spindles.
So ancient Roman statues have some really weird hairstyles. Archaeologists just couldn’t figure them out. They didn’t have hairspray or modern hair bands, or elastic at all, but some of these things defied gravity better than Marge Simpson’s beehive.
Eventually they decided, wigs. Must be wigs. Or maybe hats. Definitely not real hair.
A hairdresser comes a long, looks at a few and is like, “Yeah, they’re sewn.”
“Don’t be silly!” the archaeologists cry. “How foolish, sewn hair indeed! LOL!”
So she went away and recreated them on real people using a needle and thread and the mystery of Roman hairstyles was solved.
She now works as a hair archaeologist and I believe she has a YouTube channel now where she recreates forgotten hairstyles, using only what they had available at the time.
Me stepping out of the optometry office after slamming four lokos with the doctor and immediately meeting the love of my life (but I have social anxiety)
* (Oh, these parentheses I keep opening?
* (I'm collecting them.
* (Right now, I'm 1,762 parentheses deep.
* (Oh, my precious parentheses... (I don't ever want to close them!
* Oh, these parentheses I keep closing?)
* There’s some guy who keeps opening them.)
* Right now, they think they’re 1,762 parentheses deep…)
* But really? They’re all closed.) Thanks to me.)
@punkitt-is-here also what I was thinking
sometimes people experiencing psychosis and/or mania will come up to you on the street and talk in confusing or upsetting ways. your job is to either have a regular human-to-human conversation with that person or politely leave. your job is not to call 911. do not call 911. you might kill that person if you call 911.
I don't even have the energy to screenshot and respond to your tags- what the actual fuck is wrong with you? "the cops are scared and rightfully so" "mental health calls are the scariest for cops" OH so this isn't about the safety of psychotic & manic people this is about piggy feelings?
and no, actually, this is not USA specific and no, actually, people from other countries should not ignore this post. police violence and sanism weren't invented in the US and they are certainly not unique to here. if you (or anyone) thinks that this bullshit doesn't happen elsewhere then you are not listening.
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if you could see the thread i'm hanging on by you would not say these things to me