revolutionary letter #26 by Diane Di Prima

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YOU ARE THE REASON

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revolutionary letter #26 by Diane Di Prima
our idiotic ancestors used to believe stuff that's not true but luckily we've now figured out all the true things to believe in
January 25, 2026 - A federal agent protecting ICE fascists gets hit in the head with a pot during an anti-ICE noise protest at the Home2 Suites hotel in Minneapolis in which ICE were staying.
Around 150 people converged on the hotel, making noise, blocking the road with dumpsters, breaking the windows, shooting fireworks, and vandalizing ICE agents' personal cars, prompting local police and federal agents to evacuate ICE from the hotel. [video]
Transhumanism, acceptance of progress - furry, specifically protogen.
(Furry has a lot of political weight/associations).
Argument for disability rights with the protogen.
Body acceptance - hip dip, pouch, tig ol’ bitties
Sex positivity - furry, toaster/toast placement
Censorship- toaster/toast placement
[Refer to male/female gaze]
LGBT rights - bi logo on headphones
Freedom of speech/expression - sarcastic “‘all art is political’” to try and disprove it.
Artistic intent/audience response
Argument to be made for symbolism of food insecurity - use of toast for censorship instead of some luxurious food.
Home DVD anti-piracy warning screens United States c. 1990s-2000s
I love characters who would die for each other but will not, under any circumstances, communicate a single honest feeling.
The amount of safety features incorporated into modern cars is unreal. I've seen crashes where the car flipped over and the occupant only had minor injuries. My dad was t-boned by someone speeding off the highway and walked away with a broken arm. The car was completely smashed except for the passenger compartment, which was curtained on all sides with airbags. That one manufacturer has decided they are exempt from implementing all these advancements disgusting and terrifying
When I was going through driver's ed I was taught that the steering column would stab through your chest if you crashed head on and that was just the way it was. We do not want to go back, not even a little
The point of car safety features is that the car is supposed to die in an accident so you don't have to. Your car should be a pile of smoking rubble after an accident, and you should be fine.
I totaled my first car. Like, the car itself just stopped where the windshield met the dashboard. Ahead of that point, there was no more car. It was gone.
Me? I had some really spectacular bruises and a lil friction burn on my nose from where Mr. Airbag and Ms. Glasses had a disagreement. That's it. That's it.
I was driving a little tiny coupe and went more or less head-on with a pickup truck. The entire engine and hood of my car was twisted rubble that was not connected to the rest of the car afterward. I sat down on the verge, about twenty or thirty feet from the accident, while I waited for the cops and EMTs to work their way through the traffic backup to get to us, and found that I was sitting beside one of the headlights of my car. The whole entire headlight, bulb and reflector and cover and frame and all.
All I had were bruises and that little friction burn. That's it.
Crumple zones save lives. So do seatbelts and airbags; half the bruising was the exact shape of my seatbelt in livid crimson and black on my torso. It was and remains the most insanely intense bruising I have ever experienced in my life. BUT IT WAS JUST BRUISING!! Unpleasant, sure, but eminently survivable and didn't even require much treatment beyond not wearing a bra for a few days. But all the force that created that spectacular bruising was force that wasn't flinging me through the windshield or impaling me on the steering column. My car crumpled and crushed and dissolved but it held me safe and secure and protected.
Crumple zones save lives. You do not want your car to look undamaged after the accident, because that means it made like a Newton's Cradle and passed every bit of the impact straight through to your soft and highly crushable body.
This is not my usual content, but as a result of my job, I see the aftermath of many extremely fatal car crashes. And I will add, just to emphasize: your car is the product of thousands of engineers and decades of research aimed towards the goal of protecting your body in its seat inside the car. However: this relies, significantly, on your body staying in its seat. Your seatbelt is crucially important in keeping you alive. With your seatbelt, you are locked into the safest place in your vehicle. Without your seatbelt, you are a soft projectile in a rapidly collapsing metal structure. Wear your seatbelt.
Shoutout to the time I fell asleep on the highway and hit one concrete barrier and then bounced off to hit the other concrete barrier and the whole car was fucked. Like one of the wheels was twisted 90° like the damn back to the future car. My injuries? A little scratch from the airbag twisting my medical alert bracelet and the clasp got me. Crumple zone and airbags my fucking beloved. I was face first into that airbag like a pillow and I was fine.
How quickly we forget the dangerous crow boy who’s job it is to destroy plastic
auto immune disorders happen when the immune system ignores regulatory factors and begins attacking healthy bodily tissues, due to what scientists refer to as "sheer love of the game"
got the bus back home today and it was my fav bus driver, he let me on for free. went to tap my card but he just said 'beep!' and was like on you go. lol. then he nearly ran a red light and slammed on the breaks, almost sending the gaggle of older ladies at the front careening to the ground. he had to slam on the breaks and jolt the whole bus a second time later in the route because of a rogue lollypop man who'd come out because of roadworks. one of the old ladies said 'am glad ave nae got any eggs! ha ha!' and everyone on the bus laughed jovially. kind of a sitcomesque bus journey
what if I just made my profile picture a male calico cat or something. hurm
Could I suggest a picture of Dawntreader Texas Calboy? He is a beautiful male calico cat who is a chimera. He's also somewhat controversial among some cat fancy associations since he is a male cat with female colors, and some people are strangely transphobic towards him, despite him being a cat? There was even a rule implemented to keep him from competing in a cat show. If you look up his name, he made a few news articles.
Oh my god?????
Yeah you're right about beautiful I'm squeezing him until he pops!!!!! I love this guy I think I'm going to make an edit real quickly Calboy I love you I'm so sorry people are calling you a freak??????
shipping a consensual, safe & sane pairing all the while i'm shaking my head in disapproval so the audience knows i still love wildly toxic abusive fictional dynamics
Does anyone else ever have a sort of phantom physical sense when there's something ready to paste in the clipboard. It feels like I've got something in my right hand and when I click ctrl-v I put it down.
they should invent a secret second weekend so that you can see friends and do fun things while still having enough time to do errands and sleep in without dying of exhaustion all the time
My local Planned Parenthood is shutting down; I need my next HRT appointment.
The clinic is officially shutting down on June 26th. People in Florida on testosterone don't have the option to do telehealth appointments because it's a controlled substance, and you have to be seen by an in person provider.
I've been scheduled for an appointment on the 1st to have my testosterone refilled one more time, and then it's going to be god knows how long before I can get an appointment at another location.
After this location shuts down, I'll have to drive two hours away to another city for my appointments every 3-6 months.
My current cost estimate is $210. If I don't make this appointment, I'm pretty much screwed, but I'm also broke and disabled with a household of other medications and expenses to cover for the month. I don't know how I'm going to to make this appointment *and* feed us.
If you'd like to help an impoverished trans guy in Florida stay on his hormones for the next couple of months while his health care gets sorted out, my pay links are below:
PayPal.me/chaosqueer
Venmo: chaosqueer
CashApp: $chaosqueer