#philoshophy

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[jmelcr]

When people interpret situations, it is always based on something.

Venn diagram depicts the story quite well again!

[lmdhawk]

I know helping cis people understand trans issues is thankless work and that I don’t owe it to anybody, but I do want to help people understand. A lot of resources say that misgendering causes mental harm. Which it absolutely does. But that’s hard to process and vague and doesn’t really encapsulate the feeling well. So I came up with a metaphor that I think explains the feeling well. Of course I’m just one confused enby and not everyone will think the same, but it does offer a new perspective.

Being misgendered is the mental equivalent of someone stepping on your toes. On accident, it’s easy enough to forgive someone and it gets weird if they over apologize, but if they do it on purpose that’s not just mean, it’s also stupidly petty and mean. It happens once it doesn’t hurt much, but over and over again, it starts to build up. And like if somebody you love dancing with you and keeps stepping on your toes, you grin and bear it even though it really starts to hurt because you love them, the same is true if people you’re close to struggle to adjust to your new pronouns. And just like when you’re toes get stepped on frequently they tend to get sore and take time to heal. And when they’re sore and people keep stomping on them constantly, and then someone mistakenly steps on them, it’s understandable, though unfair, that you would lash out. And constantly, day after day, year after year, people stepping on your toes every few minutes you start to lose the ability to heal. Your bones might break and your nail beds might bleed and walking becomes painful and they don’t have time to heal. That’s what misgendering does. It isn’t one instance so much as the constant everyday grind of it. And that’s why chill cis people can laugh it off so easily. It happens so infrequently that the pain is easy to laugh off. And why some people get so very defensive. After all, if you recently broke your leg, any pain in your foot is going to associated with that, so even a minor hurt, like stepping on your toes, is going to be felt more strongly. And if you have unrelated trauma in regard to your gender, misgendering hurts worse.

[portraitsofsaints]

Happy Feast Day Saint Hildegard of Bingen Doctor of the Church

1098 - 1179 Feast Day: September 17 St. Hildegarde was an amazing 12th-century German mystic, composer, abbess, poet, philosopher, teacher, and writer. She wrote extensively on theology, science, and medicine, and she left a legacy of letters, poems, songs, visions and musical compositions. She claims one of the largest repertoires of medieval composers. Pope Benedict XVI declared her a "Doctor of the Church" in 2012, which makes her the fourth woman of the 35 saints with this special distinction.

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[alchemisoul]

1900 Edition of Paradise Lost I and II by John Milton, one of the forefathers of blank verse and a master of the English language. #johnmilton #paradiselost #English #language #blankverse #books #literature #oldbooks #art #illustration #illustrations #religion #philoshophy #prose https://www.instagram.com/alchemisoul/p/BsMLxnQjSz-/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ies0vxk20o2m

[the-5ingularity]

“You mixed up love and beloved objects, Socrates. That’s why you thought love was beautiful.”

Diotima speaking with Socrates in Plato’s Symposium

[viperslang]

Tomb(e), Hélène Cixous

Lines that I have jotted down so far -- 

When I write my tongue is invisible. 

Lovely mint allies me to all times, in all senses. 

Gods are men without eyes.

This bed wanders (lit erre)...

Volume without border without edge without profile without form more wall than construction in truth; the sum and the rest of human dreams but without accumulation,

Flesh then attests to the crossing. 

Let me be brought backwards.

A hard soft bullet in a silk cocoon. 

I loved him from the edges of perused book, from their uncertain margins...

[y4lokin]

Stardust

Our existence may appear but fleetingly brief and insignificant and our individual lives worthless (unless we happen to be Albert Einstein, or George Washington, or who have you) in the greater cosmic scheme of things. But consider that at least 99.99% of the universe surrounding the warming globe we call our home is cold dead space. It continues to senselessly expand, hurtling itself forward into nothingness, only to one day contract and end itself and everything in it, tearing us to molecular shreds by brute gravitational force. To gaze at stars, then, is to look death square in the eye. It is to worship darkness and deadness. But gaze into the eyes of that disabled woman on the train, that homeless man in the shelter, and you may witness the bright richness of endless universes imbued with the incredible miracle of life, alive with a mind possessed of the magical ability to find hope in dreams and fashion love out of silence. So don’t fool yourself or others into thinking our human struggles and problems are minuscule or unimportant in some greater galactic context. That is ridiculous and insane. Every ache matters because we are everything. You are everything. Before we return to stardust we must love to death each and every atom of one another. It is insane if we do not.