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hi 👋 my name desta or joy. any pronouns, but only mutuals can use she/her. icon from here!
not really in a headspace for DMing, but you may communicate to me via tagging me in funney animal picture or in the comments of some post i make ^_^
Big dogs aren't supposed to show anger because it's scary. And then I freak out, and then wonder why I'm freaking out about that, and then I just feel sad.
I should repaint my nails, but today has me feeling sort of wiped. I didn't even properly dry my hair. I hope it doesn't frizz.
I’m just playing toys, well the toys just called me a slur.
I was doing my hair and ran up on this clip and went MMMM✅✅✅✅. It’s from the time stamp to the end. I didn’t know exactly how to word this though coherently.
Cleaaan hair.
the bird fights its way out of the egg. awww. awwww. aw. the egg is the world So Cute. so so So cute.
a rushed Indian anthy piece
Nick Knight: ‘War’ (1997)
Feminists might kill joy simply by not finding the objects that promise happiness to be quite so promising. The word feminism is thus saturated with unhappiness. Feminists by declaring themselves as feminists are already read as destroying something that is thought of by others not only as being good but as the cause of happiness. The feminist killjoy “spoils” the happiness of others; she is a spoilsport because she refuses to convene, to assemble, or to meet up over happiness.
Does the feminist kill other people’s joy by pointing out moments of sexism? Or does she expose the bad feelings that get hidden, displaced, or negated under public signs of joy?
Does bad feeling enter the room when somebody expresses anger about things, or could anger be the moment when the bad feelings that circulate through objects get brought to the surface in a certain way?
Feminists do kill joy in a certain sense: they disturb the very fantasy that happiness can be found in certain places. To kill a fantasy can still kill a feeling. It is not just that feminists might not be happily affected by the objects that are supposed to cause happiness but that their failure to be happy is read as sabotaging the happiness of others.
The Promise of Happiness by Sara Ahmed
You can make a movie with where the only white character is a man named Ray Cism whose one line of his 16 seconds of screen time is “I seriously hate women and minorities.” and you’ll find fifty bajillion reader x Ray Cism fanfics and renaissance style drawings of him with a halo of golden light
whyre u reblogging ai slop
you're right. i should have instead supported home-grown, handcrafted videos of guys with cigarettes in their mouths lined up against posts or being hung from their necks until dead.
i dont think its a "sin" to "destroy and betray yourself for nothing" because there's no such thing as sin, there's no such thing as yourself and there's no such thing as nothing. and destruction and betrayal are subjective. you're most likely totally fine.
positive image: a portrait of gay america (1985) by stephen stewart
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... Like I want to post DH comics about sexual exploitation, but with how the current hsbc handles intersectionality so oddly, I just don't really think. Or like. I dunno. Are people going to even get it??? It's almost impossible to talk about Dirk without touching on his relationship to sexuality. So there's this giant wall. And then also I'm just very emotionally invested in this particular topic too. There's fucking nuances.
My son gave me a card that said, "You are the best mom ever" so I asked him if he collected empirical evidence to back up that claim. He admitted to doing no research at all; therefore it's purely anecdotal and cannot be trusted. I have hung this sentimental atrocity on my office wall.
