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could you imagine if it happened this pride month
in absolute tears about the pride module at my work
HOLY SHIT GUYS, I WAS INSPIRED BY THIS POST TO TRY MAKE THE SONG AND YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT WHEN I DRAGGED THE TRAINING AUDIO OVER THE BACKING TRACK AND IT LINED UP PERFECTLY
Tempted to actually put this on spotify so I can secretly stream it at work...
Tagging @batshit-auspol because as an Australian you're the only big account I know who might share (sorry).
happy first day of pride everyone
Listened to this on my way to work this morning!!
I am so tired of short-attention-span, trim-the-fat culture. All writing advice these days is for how to write like Chuck Palahniuk. "Cut 'think', cut 'feel', cut 'wonder' - only action, only pushing forward, show and move and move and move." What if I could emulate this style, and still don't want to? What if I want to write like Henry James, with three paragraphs of introspective musings between each dialogue line? The music advice is, "make it shortform, make it Tik-Tok compatible, make it punchy, hit the refrain as soon as possible." What if I want that 10-minute prog rock piece? What if I want that symphony? What if I want it slow and luxurious and lazy? Movies. Series. Poetry. Bodies. Everything is "trimmed trimmed trimmed trimmed, stripped bare, you have three seconds to win me over, make it airport chic." I don't want to win you over, then, I guess. I want the fat left it. I want the pleasure and the indolence and the indulgence. Fuck this art-advice that's always "your art needs Ozempic."
Spending years learning to remove everything unnecessary from writing then reading absurd and indulgent romances where the writer allows themselves to luxuriate and extend adjectives and metaphors into spaces that I could not imagine were even available.
Writing but you believe you own the space under your own feet
a full meal
the government says this plan will increase the integration of vampiric persons into normal society. the national health service says their trial will help 'people with disordered hemosynthetic parasitism' manage their health and avoid poor, condition-derived choice.
everyone knows it's kinda bullshit.
the clinics are too far apart, the waiting lists too long, the supply too short and the subject of endless headlines about the bagfeeders stealing from our veins. (0.4% of daily donations, to be precise.)
and you're still basically disabled without RADE (risk-aware dietary enhancement), and taking it from a partner is just a call-out post and a lost mutual aid network waiting for a breakup.
you could do bloodwork. it'll even be not-yet illegal if you don't let them fuck you, which is only the most required part if you aren't a top 0.1% earner and still wanna make rent.
no. what everyone knows really is that it's not enough, and it's not supposed to be. they want you starving, barely able to get up in the evening, getting fired totally because you can't keep up and all these complaints which are totally valid.
they want you thinking about making those poor, condition-derived choices. so they can simper about how much they sympathise with your condition and how unsafe you must feel while they lock you up and cancel all their plans and trials for being ineffective.
so you're in their corridors, their halls. it's where they want you. cheap, and vulnerable, and needy. with the people who could make it better and won't. who'll enjoy you and feed you and toss you when the headlines get too close to finding out.
but maybe this time you want to make one of those choices. and maybe, for first time in so so long, you're going to remember what it means to feel full.
Day 7
[ID: a black and white comic titled Day 7. The comic starts by showing two figures, one sitting in a chair, the other lying down on a couch. The text reads, “The first time I saw a therapist, it was with a white woman.” An empty chair is shown with the text “And while I would’ve like to see a person of color I gave it a shot.” The narrator says “It became clear that while she could connect with me on (quote) women’s issues (end quote), topics relating to race or racism made her uncomfortable.” The therapist is shown saying “There are so many unfair expectations placed on young women.”
The therapist continues, “It seems you find yourself fundamentally unloveable. Why do you think that is?” The narrator looks thoughtful and gestures with their hand. They say, “Uh, well, I believe it may be partially be due to the fact that growing up I never saw myself represented in media, and therefore found that my appearance is essentially unwanted and undesir-” The therapist cuts them off and says, “No, that can’t be it.” The narrator is shown looking slightly shocked. Text around them reads, “I didn’t know there were right or wrong answers with this. I also didn’t know that she somehow knew more about my experiences than I did.”
The narrator continues saying, “Each meeting, I attempted to bring up my racial identity and she would change the topic or refute me everytime.” The text is accompanied by three squares. In the first square, the narrator’s speech bubble is bigger than the therapist’s jagged speech bubble is smaller. But in the second and third squares, the narrator’s becomes smaller while the therapist’s bubble becomes bigger.
The last panel shows a check and a pen on a table. The text reads, “After 3 sessions, I decided I no longer wanted to pay $150 to walk on eggshells around a white woman’s discomfort.” /end ID]
– Frans de Waal’s The Bonobo and the Atheist
I mean that’s sweet but he bit her goddamn finger off
yeah, but he was sowwy!
Man that probably sucks, trapped having the emotional maturity to recognize when they’ve permanently hurt someone but not the ability to understand in advance how to—oh wait humans do that too, it’s basically the classic human condition
Shout out to trans women who aren’t computer scientists or musicians or avant-garde artists or whatever.
Shout-out to tgirls who work at Taco Bell. Thank u queen, society would collapse without you
Over twenty years ago my big brother got me a job at a Taco Bell in the St. Louis suburbs-West County. He warned me that it was the “gay Taco Bell”, but since I was coming from the “gay Howard Johnson’s” I wasn’t shocked. It turns out it was the black trans women Taco Bell complete with black trans women in management. And they’d worked out an arrangement with the local teen Narcotics Anonymous group so that twice a week we would shut down the drive thru and the dining room and exclusively serve 60+ teens in various stages of recovery. And many of the women I worked with were in various stages of being out or transitioning and they were from all generations from teens to over 50. One woman I worked with had a regular corporate job presenting as a man 9-5 Mon-Fri and then came to Taco Bell and worked 6pm -2am Friday and Saturday night so she could be herself surrounded by other black transwomen in those stolen weekends. And we had customers come from all over the metro area because they knew they could be themselves in the dining room. I only worked there from 1999-2001 but for young me, this was a vital, formative experience. Some of the girls came from north city all the way out to the “gay Taco Bell” on Manchester in west county because they heard it was safe to work there. Like- I know times have changed but they haven’t changed much in 20 years. I’m still convinced that for lgbt youth, finding a job at your city’s version of the “gay Taco Bell” is key to survival.
Thank u for sharing this with us
You listen to music regularly? Why? Have you even tried quitting? Could you quit? You get music stuck in your head? Wow. You're so ruined and music brained. I bet you make your partners listen to music with you when you have sex. Music addiction has really ruined a whole generation. You know it's not realistic to expect reverb in real life, right? You're probably so desensitized that you don't even feel anything anymore when you hear a bird singing that it wants some fuck.
I don't have a problem with people listening to music per se, but I do have a problem with the music industry exploiting & mistreating artists.
Personally, I abstain from all music in order to keep my hands clean but really music should just be illegal outright to protect musicians from abuse.
holy shit this person in the notes
Time to start MAXMAXXING. I will DO EVERYTHING. BE EVERYTHING. FEEL NOTHING. HOLLOW MYSELF OUT AND BECOME THE PERFECT VESSEL. FROM NOW ON, I AM ONLY EATING CANNED SARDINES AND DRINKINKING MY OWN BATH WATER!!! I WILL BE MEWING AND MOGGING 25 MISERABLE HOURS A DAY!!!!!! FUCK YOU!!!!
Currently absolutely, embarrassingly, obsessed with Shulamith Firestone. A radical feminist who wrote a book came the Dialectic of Sex in 1970. She was 24 or 25.
She wrote it fast and, I feel, kind of in a mania. The fact that it's a rush job really shows in her structure and her research. But it's also glorious. It's maximalist, she calls for "a sexual revolution much larger than - inclusive of - a socialist one to truly eradicate all class systems". She set out to develop a Marxism for Sex that would expand the material analysis of class back to the animal kingdom.
Then she yelled at walls for a long time. Then she didn't write anything for two decades. Then she wrote about her nervous breakdown. Then she didn't wrote anything for two decades. Then she starved to death in her apartment and nobody discovered her body for a long while
Then her family was interested in what happened to her body suddenly, and the radical feminist community was suddenly interested in making sure she got the respect she deserved. I can't even blame them for that it sounds like she was probably a very difficult person.
I keep reading about her hoping the next line will be "well done you've read enough that you've clipped into the timeline where someone helped, or she found a way to help herself." She was a family abolitionist and a strong believer in radical activism and I want that world where she didn't die alone.
There's that essay going around today - dump your puppygirl. You don't have to read it. I apparently did because I've been cursed with a fascination with problematic but funny feminist writers. It's from the girl who used a fake FBI letter to pretend to be targeted by the government - Tara Knight. I wonder if Shulamith would have been a shitposter in the modern world. I wonder how many times she'd have been the main character on social media for a few days.
Was it better for her that she wrote so little? If the Dialectic of Sex was written now would it just be ephemeral Content, for the churn of social media, casting no shadow? How essential was it that she could tie herself to being physically present for formative moments in the movement? Can we still have formative moments in the movement?
The thing I keep coming back to is Shulamith believed the revolution would involve 51% of the population "a revolutionary in every bedroom cannot fail to shake up the status quo. And if it is your wife that is revolting, you can't just split to the suburbs". As transfeminists we are stuck with less than 1% of the population that is usually easily discarded. We are alone in a way she wasn't. And Shulamith Firestone died of starvation and nobody found her body for days. I think about this every single day.
I hope all problematic feminist theorists get a sandwich when they need it, and that all puppygirls get love. Gods, all we have is each other.
Israel is not an exception to history...it is the latest manifestation of white supremacist colonialism and imperial conquest.
Also, when I say "don't treat radical feminist scholarship like it's a bunch of cursed tomes that'll infest readers with an uncontrollable urge to do the bidding of Misandrius, the Penis-Ender" I'm not saying "consume the work of everyone who has ever taken part in radical feminist scholarship without a hint of criticism." That is also a bad way to engage with academic work.
I feel like I have to disagree with this, digging on weird sites online for old obscure feminist literature from the 1970s like it was cursed tomes accessible only on the dark web is actually a really fun thing to do and yeilds fun results.
Always and in any genre, look for the cursed texts. There's some really fun shit out there
local trans women I meet keep being like how were you not already in the local scene where were you?? and I'm like well idk my egg cracked while I was in college in another city, and right when I came back covid happened. so I was really busy becoming a self-sufficient streamer girl to avoid starving. so I basically didn't go outside for 6 years. I didn't even know there was a local scene. I only found out about the local scene because I started taking guitar lessons and my teacher was like "I gotta introduce this girl to some other trannies"
This is why I keep forcibly adding introvert trans people to the local discord
"What you're trans and you're not in the discord *or* the climbing group *or* the football team *or* the ever expanding regional super polycule? tf are you even doing?! This cannot be allowed you need to be in at least one of the factions
Dedicated to my cat, who is very vocal about my bed time.
PATREON