*THIS BLOG IS NOT ACTIVE ANYMORE.* Teile des Ganzen = parts of the whole. THE PERSON: Queer, nonbinary fem(me), butch-loving, trans*partnered. Pronouns: she/her. Convinced that intersectional thinking is better thinking and always trying to improve her own skills in this area. THE BLOG: Culture nerdiness with a specialty in gender/sexuality issues, looked at through firmly-attached and much-beloved queer goggles. On a mission to spread awareness and appreciation for complexity and grey areas. May contain personal anecdata and uncontained emotions. Used to be a Glee-centric blog, branched out from there. I try to be aware of spoilers and tag them if I am, but I'm not following any show closely enough to always know what actually IS a spoiler. THE CONVERSATION: There's nothing new happening here for the time being and I only check this Tumblr every few months at most. Apologies to the nice people who wrote to me and never got a response because I just didn't see their message until literally years later! (Credits to wordplaying for my current tagline.) THE AVATAR: Still Shania Clemmons from The New Normal (even though I barely remember that show anymore by now).
you know what i’m in just enough of a bad mood that i’m ready to nail my grievances to the church door so let’s fucking go
black and white morality wherein anyone who doesn’t believe/think/live exactly as I do is a dirty sinner Problematic and probably a predatory monster
everyone is a sinner Problematic but true believers people who activist the right way according to my worldview are still better than everyone else, and I will act in accordance to this belief in my own superiority to let everyone else know I’m better than them because I found Jesus am the most woke
casual and fucking omnipresent equations of womanhood with softness/goodness/purity/nurturing to remind every woman who isn’t/doesn’t want to be any of those things that they’re doing it wrong
aggressive desexualization (particularly of women’s sexuality, to the point where it may as well not exist at all) accompanied by pastels [not a criticism directed ace ppl having a right to sex-free content and spaces but specifically targeted at a wider problem resulting from the previous point]
YOU’RE VALID AND JESUS LOVES YOU and neither of these platitudes achieves a goddamn thing
historical context is for people who care about nuance and we don’t have time for either (see: black and white morality)
lots of slogans and quotes and nice little soundbites to memorize but does anybody actually study the source material with a critical eye to make their own informed analysis
the answer is no
I’ve been to bible study groups don’t @ me I know what the fuck I’m talking about
Good Christians™ Nice Gays™ don’t fraternize with/let themselves be influenced by non-Christians those terrible queers
all the media one consumes must be ideologically pure or it will surely harm the children
it is Our Sacred Duty to protect the children from Everything, thus ensuring their innocence/purity/etc until such time as they are idk probably 25 years old
literally just “think of the children” moral panic y’all can fuckin miss me with that
people who don’t conform to the dominant thinking WILL be excommunicated/driven from the social group, and any wrong treatment they suffer will be seen as a justified consequence of their wrong thinking
I Saw Goody Proctor With The Devil And She Had A Bad Steven Universe Headcanon
Just in case anyone else also has a need for a ton of amazing pictures of same-sex ballroom and latin dancing. (There are several albums on that account, not just the one this is linking to.)
If you’re not so much into ballroom/latin dancing as such, you may still want to click through for the mixed-gender, all-mustached show group number of a Queen/Freddie Mercury medley (you will immediately recognize the group I mean by their outfits).
Reblogging because the European Championships in same-sex ballroom/latin dancing are happening right now in Berlin, Germany, with over 140 couples competing. Just in case people didn’t know this is a thing that exists. And because it makes me happy.
i saw your tags -- sock club is basically you pay for six months (or whatever) of monthly or every-other-month surprise yarn from your fave indie dyer and it's often color combinations that are exclusive to club i.e. if you didn't sign up you may not be able to buy those colorways later. (Colorway is the yarn world term for 'color combination'.) If you want to see examples of sock clubs online, send me an ask and I'll reply with links!
Thanks for explaining this part of the yarn fandom to me! :D
HE FINALLY CALLS HIS SISTER’S THING A DISABILITY INSTEAD OF “SPECIAL NEEDS”. (I still strongly side-eye how he frames his experience of having a disabled sibling and the way he talks about his sister, but I’m happy to acknowledge that “my sister had a disability” is at least better than “my sister was special needs” or whatever other crappy sentences he used to form around this term.)
I would please like to hire someone to accompany me through my daily life and keep explaining human communication to me.
Alternatively, I would also take reliable universal translator tech if it was customized to match my brain.
Because these days I feel as if I’m getting worse at human communication instead of better, despite trying really, really hard to be as clear as possible in both my questions and my statements. And yet, pretty big and emotionally exhausting (at least for me) misunderstandings keep happening, with various people over various issues, and they are making me want to stop communicating altogether because I’m obviously just very, very bad at it. Only this doesn’t work because I’m also an extroverted, I-need-to-think-out-loud-or-I-won’t-know-what-I-think person who can’t really live well without human communication. So, dilemma. And the need for someone or something to help me understand where I’m going wrong all the time. (Yeah. A therapist might help. Maybe I should move the project of finding one again higher on the current priority list and try not talking myself out of it because it’s basically hopeless to find someone who is good with trauma AND chronic illness AND panic attacks AND who is queer-/kink-/poly-friendly AND paid for by insurance AND actually has an opening sometime soon-ish...)
Oh, and did I mention that I’m basically in the middle of wondering whether it’s time to finally accept the possibility that I may indeed have AD(H)D and not only a very high IQ combined with a lack of mental stimulation (as had been “diagnosed” when I was 30)? Because, wow, it would explain a lot of things. But do I really need yet another issue to add to my long list of already-existing issues? Then again, maybe some people will give me more of a break when they understand that I really can’t do better in some aspects of my life and that it’s not due to a lack of wanting or trying. Or maybe that will just lead to them not taking me seriously anymore because then I’d be officially diagnosed as overly sensitive and too crazy to participate as an equal in things... (Yes, hi, internalized ableism. I see you’re still very alive in my brain.)
At any rate, life is hard right now. AGAIN. And it will get harder because we have to move again at the end of the month and I don’t know where yet (long story, two actual options, confirmation probably next week), so I can’t DO much about it yet and just know that there will be a huge bundle of stress very soon. And I could really, really use a break because the past two years have been almost non-stop hard already, with one unforeseeable and (probably) unpreventable crisis following the next.
At least I’m good in a crisis? <cue tired, cynical laughter>
Life has just dealt Danielle Solomon a gut-wrenching curveball, but new joys are ahead.
“For weeks I’ve been wanting to ask you out but I haven’t because this is who I am right now and you don’t deserve all this anger and pain.”
“Oh, my gosh, you ridiculous person.” Clara took both her hands in hers. “I know you feel like that inside but that’s not how it comes out on the outside.”
Danielle looked at her through tear-streaked eyelashes. “Are you willing to hang out and do stuff even if I don’t smile the whole time except if we see a dog on a skateboard or something?”
“Yes!” Clara nodded enthusiastically.
Danielle squeezed her hands, and Clara knew that was what Danielle felt like doing instead of smiling. “I’m so glad we met.”
Illustration by @daftpatience of a pivotal scene in my new Jewish f/f contemporary romance Knit One, Girl Two, starring an indie dyer (hence her multicolored hands) and the artist who inspired her latest sock club. $1.99 here!
Scenes from Sansûkh at Dragoncon! We had an absolutely incredible time wearing these and shooting together, and we were very lucky to have @richandstrangephotography as our photographer! The response we got from people thrilled to see a troop of bearded and beautiful dwarf women walking around was amazing, even though we weren’t characters they knew. <3
(Captions are on each photo if you click on them! Individual shots to come later.)
Gimris- Me (Avallone Cosplay)
Baris- @the-dragongirl
Bani- @houkakyou (Houkakyou Cosplay and Photography)
Mizim is @flukeoffate (Flukeoffate Cosplay)
Bomfris is @jedi-goldberry-with-the-force (Riverdaughter Designs)
Dis is @balinisballin
Photos by @richandstrangephotography (Rich and Strange Photography)
Sansûkh belongs to the incomparable @determamfidd
I’m still amused that I thought I was buying vaguely Klaine-inspired bedding a few years ago and ended up discovering that I had instead bought this exact same duvet cover (mine comes with a matching pillow case, though)...
I think the biggest german discussion is when you meet someone from a different area in Germany and they call things differently and you are just like “nooooo that is not what it’s name is!!!”
But the other person just won’t see your point because they think the same you think.
Friendship can break over this folks.
Story time: The other day my friend and I got into a discussion about gender pronouns for various german words, such as butter, nutella or schorle (a schorle is usually drink made of water mixed with juice or something). Anyhow, she is from NRW, I am from Ba-Wü. She wanted to convince me it’s die butter, die nutella und die schorle (all female). Where I come from, it’s der butter (male), das nutella (neutral) und das schorle (also neutral) however. It turned into a somewhat heated discussion in public, so much so that even strangers that were walking past us had to chime in and put in their two cents. It turned into a huge ass discussion with like 3 strangers, so lemme tell ya, Germans are very passionate about dialects.
Why you’re all coming for us in NRW like that especially when you say fucked up shit like der Butter and das Schorle?! That’s just so wrong! I never ever heard that in my life? Is it really what you say down there? Lmao 😂😂
That reminds me of the time I found out all of Germany calls Berliner Berliner except Berlins population. They’re called Pfannkuchen there! Why??
okay FIRST of all, it’s not Berliner everywhere in Germany, because Bavarians are actually civilised and call them Krapfen so kindly fuck off. (and NO those tiny little fried dough thingies are NOT Krapfen, those are Schmalzkuchen, so jot that down. And also, really Berlin? we ALL know Pfannkuchen are pancakes, learn some manners please)
also ofc it’s das Nutella and die Schorle, you animals. I’m torn on butter because I say die, but parts of my family say der, so I’m okay with that as long as you don’t say das
and if we’re on the topic already, will the rest of Germany PLEASE finally accept that it’s die Breze (or Brez’n if you’re feeling fancy) and NOT BrezeL. We invented the damn things so we get to PICK THE FUCKING NAME jfc
also anyone who calls rolls anything but Semmel is a dumbass.
Why would you say “der Butter”, stop abusing our poor language like that, you heathen. It’s die Butter, die Schorle and DIE(!!!) Nutella. Also, Krapfen are little fried dough balls with powdered sugar, Pfannkuchen are bigger and filled with jam, and Eierkuchen are what you bake in a pan at home. And 11:45 is dreiviertel Zwölf.
I’ve never seen/heard Austrians arguing like that among ourselves - I think we, with all our dialects, are all united in the knowledge that The Germans Are Wrong.
Like … what are you even talking about here with your Berliner and Pfannkuchen and Schmalzkuchen and Krapfen and Eierkuchen and… what? There are Krapfen and there are Palatschinken, and those two things are nothing like each other, what is even going on in Germany?
And Schorle is a weird word, it’s a gspritzter [fruit of your choice]saft. (Not just a Gspritzter, that would be wine, not juice).
Clearly, it’s die Butter, das Nutella, and die Schorle.
A Berliner is a (usually) jam-filled doughnut thing, a Pfannkuchen is a pancake (and it should be as big as your plate because it’s made in a big pan).
Also, das Brötchen and die Brezel.
And 11:45 is Viertel vor Zwölf, and 11:15 is Viertel nach Elf. Everything else is just confusing. Except completely sensible constructions like “fünf vor halb Elf” (= 10:25).
Also, Moin is used day-round because it doesn’t mean Morgen (morning) but Guten (good). If you want to use more letters, you can always say Moinsen instead.
And the words Kirche and Kirsche are pronounced “Kiache” und “Kiasche” not “Körche” and “Körsche.”
I had a biology teacher that told us this story about an octopus at an aquarium in Australia. The staff were concerned because their population of crustaceans kept disappearing. No bodies or anything. So they checked the video feed to find out what’s up.
Across from the the crustacean tank was a small octopus tank. This little fucker squeezed out of a tiny hole at the top of his tank, walk across the hall, and get into the crustacean tank. He would then hunt and eat. After he was done, he crawled back out and get back in his tank
Here’s the kicker: security guards patrolled the area. The staff realized that the octopus had memorized the security’s routine. It would escape and be back between the guards’ round.
My friend who worked at Henry Doorly Zoo in Omaha, Nebraska had a similar story. Rare fish were disappearing, they suspected theft, and so set up a camera. An octopus was unlocking the top of its tank, walking across the suspended walkway, unlocking the other tank, eating his fill, re-locking the other tank, then re-locking its own tank.
I can’t remember what zoo this happened at, but there was another octopus somewhere who was unscrewing a water valve in the room where its tank was located and routinely flooding the place. The staffers had no idea what it was until they filmed the octopus caught in the act.
My dad worked in a lab and one of the rooms had a tank with an octopus in it. If they didn’t go play with the octopus he got bored and would climb out of his tank and steal the paperwork off the desks, and drag stuff into his tank to let the scientists know he was upset with them.
When women display the necessary confidence in their skills and comfort with power, they run the risk of being regarded as “competent but cold”: the bitch, the ice queen, the iron maiden, the ballbuster, the battle axe, the dragon lady… The sheer numbers of synonyms is telling. Put bluntly, we don’t like the look of self-promotion and power on a woman. In experimental studies, women who behave in an agentic fashion experience backlash: they are rated less socially skilled, and thus less hirable for jobs that require people skills as well as competence than are men who behave in an identical fashion. And yet if women don’t show confidence, ambition, and competitiveness then evaluators may use gender stereotypes to fill in the gaps, and assume that these are important qualities she lacks. Thus, the alternative to being competent but cold is to be regarded as “nice but incompetent.” This catch-22 positions women who seek leadership roles on a “tightrope of impression management.”
Cordelia Fine, Delusions of Gender: How Our Minds, Society, and Neurosexism Create Difference
(via reading-blog)