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Women Often Mistaken For Men In Public Restrooms
Marchers in Pride parade on Capitol Hill, Seattle, June 27, 1993
This photo of the 1993 Pride parade shows a group of women, some wearing t-shirts printed with “I’m not a BOY,” carrying a banner reading “Women often mistaken for men in public restrooms.”
📷 MOHAI, Seattle Post-Intelligencer Photograph Collection, 2000.107.19930627.4.5
(guy who never went to public school) so cool that marilyn manson has all his bones
the revolution is coming, but only if you learn to do the dishes.
You can read all the Marx and Lenin and Troksky in the world, you can own the hammer and sickle flag, you can use a photo of Thomas Sankara as your twitter profile, but theory and grandstanding means jackshit if you aren't going to back your theory up with action.
"but how do I fight against the hyperconsumerism that drives late-stage capitalism?" buy fair trade and ethically sourced! support local artisans! set up a barter system with some mates for skilled crafts and food items! establish a trade network in your community, so you're less reliant on corporations like Amazon!
"how do you want me to seize the means of production?" get involved with citizen advocacy groups! join a trade union or donate to funds to support picketing workers! look, if you wait for ~the revolution~ then you'll be waiting until your dying day. if enough of us organise and do a thousand little acts of revolution every day, then we can at least make a start.
Change soon come, but only if we take the steps to make it.
i went to a tiny counterserve diner once and accidentally poured sugar instead of salt all over my hashbrowns and was eating them sadly anyways. the waitress took them away and started making me another one and I tried to protest, but she just snorted and said "we're not catholic here". now every time i'm doing something painful out of obligation i think about how that is not repenting, this body is not a catholic establishment, there is no nobility in suffering.
I swear I saw a tumblr post on here that said ‘horses have over 4,000 bones’ and i don’t know where it came from because its totally wrong, they have 205, but what kind of fucked up horse has this person seen out there because I’m absolutely terrified of it
extremely thankful this creature exists slightly to the left of our known reality
it sounds like a bowl of cereal when it walks
just because it has 4000 bones doesn’t mean they all must belong to it. you see where I’m going?
OH NO…
BONE THEIF!!!
I have to reblog the bone horse. I love the bone horse. It haunts my dreams.
love being in bed under big winter covers i feel like an old king dying of illness telling his last will to his son
vampire who goes kachunk like a stapler when they bite people
why isnt everybody crazy like why arent we all grabbing eachother and rambling about god and shrieking and bleeding and crying
Honestly, these past few weeks were the first time I ever let myself dive into the whump community and it's just such a wild experience.
All these daydreams and stories I carried around myself my whole life - be it fleshed out, long things or just singular little scenes - always made me feel weird.
Everyone I talked to about daydreams and stuff always talked about "imagining being at the beach" or "imagining a love story". Meanwhile there was 5 year old me, who was bored when my and my friends played being princesses, because they somehow never wanted to play being abducted by a neighboring force for ransom? 10 year old me, who couldn't fall asleep without daydreaming about lovers being separated by cruel assholes, and so on and so forth.
And now, all these little things I was just alone with in my mind for almost 30 years, and I see it in novel-length stories, I see it in two paragraph prompts, I see it in one little sentence-posts.
It's just wild, and so so nice, to see other people feel just the same way about the thing I felt so lonely about for so long.
So thank you for having me, it's been GREAT so far!!!
stupid leftists and their belief in *checks notes* the intrinsic value of human life
Reblog if you would burn down the statue of liberty to save a life
Here’s the thing, though. If you asked a conservative “Would you let the statue of liberty burn to save one life?” they’d probably scoff and say no, it’s a national landmark, a treasure, a piece of too much historical importance to let it be destroyed for the sake of one measly life.
But if you asked, “Would you let the statue of liberty burn in order to save your child? your spouse? someone you loved a great deal?” the tune abruptly changes. At the very least, there’s a hesitation. Even if they deny it, I’m willing to bet that gun to their head, the answer would be “yes.”
The basic problem here is that people have a hard time seeing outside their own sphere of influence, and empathizing beyond the few people who are right in front of them. You’ve got your immediate family, whom you love; your friends, your acquaintances, maybe to a certain degree the people who share a status with you (your religion, your race, etc.)–but beyond that? People aren’t real. They’re theoretical.
But a national monument? That’s real. It stands for something. The value of a non-realized anonymous life that exists completely outside your sphere of influence is clearly worth less than something that represents freedom and prosperity to a whole nation, right?
People who think like this lack the compassion to realize that everyone is in someone’s immediate sphere of influence–that everyone is someone’s lover, or brother, or parent. Everyone means the world to someone. And it’s the absolute height of selfishness to assume that their lives don’t have value just because they don’t mean the world to you.
P.S. I would let the statue of liberty burn to save a pigeon.
also, there is an extreme difference between what things or principles *i* personally am willing to die for, and what i would hazard others to die for. and this is a distinction i don’t think the conservative hard-right likes to face.
an example: so, as the nazis began war against france, the staff of the louvre began crating up and shipping out the artworks. it was vital to them (for many reasons) that the nazis not get their hands on the collections, and hitler’s desire for them was known, so they dispersed the objects to the four winds; one of the curators personally traveled with la gioconda, mona lisa herself, in an unmarked crate, moving at least five times from location to location to avoid detection.
they even removed and hid the nike of samothrace, “winged victory,” which is both delicate, having been pieced back together from fragments, and incredibly heavy, weighing over three metric tons.
the curators who hid these artworks risked death to ensure that they wouldn’t fall into nazi hands. and yes, they are just paintings, just statues. but when i think about the idea of hitler capturing and standing smugly beside the nike of samothrace, a statue widely beloved as a symbol of liberty, i completely understand why someone would risk their life to prevent that. if my life was all that stood between a fascist dictator and a masterpiece that inspired millions, i would be willing to risk it. my belief in the power and necessity of art would demand i do so.
if, however, a nazi held a gun to some kid’s head (any kid!) and asked me which crate the mona lisa was in, they could have it in a heartbeat. no problem! i wouldn’t even have to think about it. being willing to risk my own life on principle doesn’t mean i’m willing to see others endangered for those same principles.
and that is exactly where the conservative hard-right falls right the fuck down. they are, typically, entirely willing to watch others suffer for their own principles. they are perfectly okay with seeing children in cages because of their supposed belief in law and order. they are perfectly willing to let women die from pregnancy complications because of their anti-abortion beliefs. they are alright with poverty and disease on general principle because they hold the free-market sacrosanct. and i guess from their own example they would save the statue of liberty and let human beings burn instead.
but speaking as a leftist (i’m more comfortable with socialist tbh), my principles are not abstract things that i hold aside from life, apart or above my place as a human being in a society. my beliefs arise from being a person amidst people. i don’t love art for art’s sake alone, actually! i don’t love objects because they are objects: i love them because they are artifacts of our humanity, because they communicate and connect us, because they embody love and curiosity and fear and feeling. i love art because i love people. i want universal health care because i want to see people universally cared for. i want universal basic income because people’s safety and dignity should not be determined by their economic productivity to an employer. i am anti-war and pro-choice for the same reason: i value people’s lives but also their autonomy and right to self-determination. my beliefs are not abstractions. i could never value a type of economic system that i saw hurting people, no matter how much “growth” it produced. i could never love “law and order” more than i love a child, any child, i saw trapped in a cage.
would i be willing to risk death, trying to save the statue of liberty? probably, yes. but there is no culture without people, and therefore i also believe there are no cultural treasures worth more than other people’s lives. and as far as i’m concerned the same goes for laws, or markets, or borders.
Well said!
This is an excellent ethical discussion.
The first time I came across this post, randomslasher’s addition was life changing for me. I suddenly understood where the right was coming from, and I had never been angrier.
This is also why so many people on the right fail to see the hypocrisy of trying to make abortion illegal when they themselves have had abortions. They can tally up their own life circumstances and conclude that it would be difficult or impossible to continue a pregnancy, but they’re completely mystified by the idea that women they don’t know are also human beings with complicated lives and limited spoon allocation.
This is also why they think “get a job” is useful advice. In their heads they honestly do not understand why the NPCs who make up the majority of the human race can’t just flip a switch from “no job” to “job.” When they say “get a job” they’re filing a glitch report with God and they honestly think that’s all it takes.
This is also why they tend to view demographics as individuals. They think that every single Muslim is just a different avatar for the same bit of programming.
I've decided to do less thinking
Every goddamn week white ppl post some disgusting, unprovoked shit
And if poc were saying this people would call it abuse....
... they're talking about children, who need the whole soap and shampoo routine a lot less often than post puberty humans. The main purpose of baths in the pre puberty age range is to remove dirt and sweat or other debris, since children take a lot longer to stink or need to wash their hair. Being in a pool does that. I don't see how that could be considered abuse regardless of race.
yall smell sum?
Do they know......that you're not supposed to fucking leave chlorine on your skin even from a swimming pool?? Like aside from the whole "my kid basically stays clean by swimming in (very diluted) chlorine" issue and their kid not....fucking showering, do they know that you're supposed to shower after a swim to wash the fucking chlorine off??? Do. They. Know????????????
Hey, former lifeguard here!
My partner is trained as a pool operator, and we both have pretty intimate knowledges of how pool filtering and operation works. Something, first off, to know is that pools are ABSOLUTELY filthy. Chlorine levels are severely impacted by dirt and debris (which is also why you absolutely must shower before you enter a pool) and the more dirty people in a pool, the more chlorine is bonded with that dirt and the lower the chlorine level gets. Other chemicals like bromine destabilize when they’re oxygenated (in this case, water movement oxygenates bromine) and that chemical is released, also throwing off pool chemicals.
Dirt doesn’t magically disappear once you enter a chlorinated pool- it stays in there. I know you didn’t really want to think about all the sweat, urine, feces (because lets face it, kids are bad at wiping at traces remain on the body, coming off in the pool) and dirt you’ve been essentially swimming around in at every pool you’ve ever been to in your life, but that’s the truth of it. That’s why pool staff are adamant about shoes OFF on deck and people showering before you get in.
Plus, I don’t trust people with pools in their backyards for ONE SECOND to be maintaining proper pool chemistry. All of these nasty ass parents are letting their kids sit in their filth for days on end. Above is correct- you HAVE to wash chlorine off.
TL;DR : chlorine doesn’t fix everything, you have to shower before and after being in a swimming pool, and all these facebook parents are fucking disgusting.
“Children must be taught how to think, not what to think.”
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