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@victorypointnote
sorry I can’t hang out tonight. yeah I’m busy freaking out over things that might not even happen. yeah it’s gonna take a while
One to two - Pasi Tammi , 2004.
Finnish , b. 1971 -
Oil on canvas , 70 x 60.5 in.
On what part of your body is your biggest scar?
head
torso
arms/hands
legs/feet
a different part of my body
I have 0 scars
another heavypaint Tuunbaq
Spirit of the Spring Salmon
Chris Sparrow
nonthreatening suffragette boy just sent you a daguerrotype of his penis
but ykw at least i'm not on mount everest. at least i'm not paying tens of thousands of dollars to slowly suffocate in a 300-person line at the gates of hell. never in my life will i have to be steered in a hypoxic stupor through the maze of poop and corpses atop mount everest. on this earth a lot of horrible things can happen to you without your permission but there are a few that you have to opt into. you can just say no thanks! and be guaranteed never to have to be on mount everest. much to be grateful for actually
still not on mount everest this morning 😌 alhamdulillah
are you squeamish about needles?
yes
yes but only shots/injections (not IVs)
yes but only of IVs (not injections)
no
nuance
Ahoy sailors!
As we prep for cast-off, we're delighted to welcome back @victorypointnote as one of our event admins!
Just over one week until prompts release and the event kicks off ⚓️ If you aren't already, don't forget to follow us for updates!
tonight we let the peglar papers talk
turn up that fucking hurdy gurdy
*deep breath* If the antifascist (esp. American-centered) art you make or consume refuses to acknowledge the truth that framing this time period as the "sudden rise of fascism" along with its supposed volatility (i.e. "it can't last; that's not how its built") is just a comforting construct to keep white Americans from reckoning with their literal centuries of active and passive participation in this country's fascist, genocidal violence against Indigenous and Black people, your art isn't just wrong...it's worthless. How can you imagine dismantling unjust systems without seeing the blood on your own hands? How do you comprehend the size of the fight for mutual liberation without seeing that the scale of the threat is exponentially larger than your personal experience of the danger of state violence; or is your envisioned win condition only as shallow as the return to your previous sense of safety?
Ignoring the complexities and well-established enmeshment of fascism in Western culture for the sake of simpler stories to inspire rising to this moment in history only builds fair-weather fighters ill-prepared for the rigors of revolutionary action. It also widens the rift between those newly awakened to the struggle and their neighbors that have lived it for generations (and have built and maintained systems of community support and resistance that have protected them for just as long).
If antifascist art doesn't first demand you turn the eye inward, it is only escapist fluff.
Hey guys remember if i sit up barking and howling at night as i sometimes do he takes me for a walk and throws a stick for me. Like remember that. That's without even getting into how when i find myself become a devil he reminds me that underneath i am a poet. Or that, get this, he's the same man i knew in ireland but lately i am changed by him. Like remember that. REMEMBER THAT.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Hickey says, “Familiar, is it?” and draws back her heel to kick again. The embossed J.F. winks, though there’s little light in the tent to catch it.
f/f, hickey/crozier (ft. hickey/tozer), 1.3k words, e
for @terrorgarmentweek day 6: boots
At the post office today:
Man with beautiful silver undercut and a coach bag: can I get a sheet of stamps please
Clerk: does it matter what kind?
Man, with homosexual despair: EVerything matters to me, unFORtunately.
Iqaluit, Nunavut, 2016
Dave Jordano