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We gotta start treating misogyny the same way we treat racism, zionism, homophobia and classism.
Be pissed about it, call it out, punish it, demand change.
I haven’t had a Tumblr since college and I think I forgot how to do this. What counts as worthy of yelling into the void?
Feels like those moments from earlier in my life when people would wrinkle their noses at me and say, “you don’t have to voice every thought that comes to your head.”
Which kind of destroyed me, honestly.
Because if I talk that much around you, share every thought that comes to mind with you - that means I trust you.
Maybe I trust too easily. (At least, I used to.)
If I share even a fraction of the constant maelstrom of my everyday thoughts with you, it means I think maybe you’ll be okay with me. Maybe you won’t mind, will tolerate, might enjoy, could possibly appreciate my weird-ass mind.
Neurodivergent.
Neuroqueer.
Neurofucked.
Neurospicy.
Neurokinky.
Neuroglimmering.
Neurosymphonic.
Neurometal.
Neuroequiphyllic.
Neuroenforcer, neurosniper, neurocenter, neurogoalie.
Neurosinger. Neurosongwriter.
Neuromusical.
Neurohyperactive.
Neuromethingsomethingsomething.
Whatever, but please take your wrinkled nose and sneer elsewhere.
Sigh tiredly all you want. You’re entitled to whatever it is you’re feeling.
But sometimes I think maybe you’re wishing you felt as free to say exactly what you think as I seem to you to be.
Then again, what does it matter? Ah, the usual möbius strip. I’m probably already trusting you/the void/Tumblr too much.
So how do I do this? Without indulging myself too heavily in any one extreme? Without sharing more than is
I almost said “appropriate.”
Fuck appropriate.
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Autistic burnout and the dichotomy of “living to work” when your reality tells you it’s the other way around
If I’m truly honest with myself, and I have never been more so, I have burned out from every job I have ever had, no matter how long or short the time that I worked in it. My first job was only for 8 months post degree and the burn-out was subtle that time, but nonetheless the reason I would have taken anything to get away from it, so I did. Six months later I had another burnout, more serious…
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When people talk over you I am sad with you. Your words are important and your experience matters. When people talk for you I am mad with you. You should get to decide what about you is said.
When people help you talk I am relieved with you. It is hard to communicate and it is easier with help. When people stand up for you I am glad with you. It is good to not have to fight for yourself, and to have help when you have to.
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