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The Night Watch quote I've been carrying in my heart this year is Lilac was common in the city. It was vigorous and hard to kill and had to be. Every time this fucking country starts wearing me down. I am vigorous and hard to kill and have to be. I am the memory of all my loved ones who are no longer part of this fight and I am the promise that this will not be forgotten. I am the knowledge that we may not have truth yet, or justice, or freedom, but we can probably have reasonably priced love and the trust and camaraderie of those around us, and we can damn well have breakfast. How do we rise up?
I love that opera sits in this limbo where it's extremely well-known but not really beyond a surface level recognition, so you get commercials for makeup or whatever to the tune of the I Hate Women So Much It's Unreal aria
#in the first bridgerton book daphne describes her crush feelings as if her heart is playing the queen of the night aria from the magic flute#which i can totally see if you have never found out what the words mean. very high and fluttery.#but the lyrics are along the lines of THE VENGEANCE OF HELL BOILS IN MY HEART. IF YOU DON'T MURDER THAT MAN I WILL DISOWN YOU.#and i laughed so hard i had to put the book down
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#lmaooooo #my fave is that episode of white collar where neil is doing a theft #and the music they play over it is leporello's 'here's the list of all the hundreds of women my boss has fucked' aria from don giovanni #it's supposed to just sound grand and sophisticated but the guy is singing about how DG fucks tall women short women #fat women skinny women princesses and peasants he fucks them all! #and here's the numbers broken down by nationality! #he's fucked over 1000 women in spain you know!
#oh and he's singing all this to a former conquest who tracked DG down because he promised to marry her then ditched her #anyway it's a lot
[âAs adults, Dr. Ham told me, the process of repair is a bit more complex, more transactional. But no less satisfying. âSee, for people who are traumatized, all they know is rupture,â Dr. Ham explained. âThey always have to come to the abuser with an apology. But itâs never about them having their own needs. Itâs not a mutuality thing. Itâs a one-way street.â
I thought about this for a moment. âYou meanâŚI was only taught how to apologize whenever thereâs a problem and say, âIâm sorry. Iâm so fucked-up.âââ
âExactly. You donât know how to apologize by making it a two-way repair.â
I stammered out what I thought he was saying. âSo for people who are traumatized, that means theyâre constantly apologizingâŚbut theyâre not having their own issues witnessed and repaired. Or theyâre constantly demanding an apology and notââ
âRecognizing the other person. Right!â
âSo theyâre lacking nuance in their repairs,â I said with some awe.
âYeah. Forgiveness is this act of love where you say to someone, âYouâre an imperfect being and I still love you.â You want to have this energy of âWeâre not giving up on each other; weâre in this for the long haul. You hurt me. And, yes, I hurt you. And Iâm sorry, but youâre still mine.âââ
âThat sounds really good. I want to be able to have that two-way thing. But I donât know how to do that, really.â
âThatâs why youâre here.â]
Stephanie Foo, from What My Bones Know: Healing From Complex Trauma
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Autistic Advice#12: Noncompliance is a liberating social skill - but it must be developed.
If youâve never been all that disobedient before, you can and should start really, really small. For example, you can wear the slightly revealing or gloriously trashy-looking garment that makes your mom roll her eyes and sigh despondently every time she sees you put it on. You will feel judged and disapproved of when you put it on, but that is fine. Your goal is to sit with the uncomfortable feelings and continue with your desired behavior anyway. Saunter down the steps in that highlighter-yellow Garfield crop top with your chest hair flowing over the neckline, and harness as much courage as you can muster. Itâs okay if you feel like a beacon of sin. Just keep it moving. Your emotions are not the target here. Your behavior is. You can feel however you are feeling in the moment so long as you keep acting like youâre free. Do you have a favorite TV show that a partner or roommate vocally hates? Try watching that show around them without apologizing or defensively joining them in mocking the program. At first, you probably wonât be able to enjoy the show while in their presence. Youâll feel self-conscious about everything they find annoying or cringe-inducing about the show, and so focused on their reactions that you canât relax. Thatâs okay. Allow those feelings of embarrassment and guilt to exist and pass through you without giving up. In time, you will be able to ignore these reactions more, and enjoy the activity. You want to see the needle of discomfort moving down just a little, like Linkâs body temperature meter in Tears of the Kingdom when he puts on a breathable outfit in a hot climate. Youâre not gonna go from roiling hot to frosty cold in an instant. But after a certain point, you wonât be actively in pain anymore. Things are just gonna slowly suck less, bit by bit, until they are finally okay. Thatâs true of most major life adjustments, I find. Probably the best way to develop self-advocacy skills while growing in your distress tolerance is simply by telling other people no. Do this without explanation or hedging. Nitpicky aunt wants to hear all about your dating life? âNo, I donât want to talk about that.â Unreliable ex-friend wants you to do them the tiny favor of moving their entire home gymnasium into a new third story walk-up? âNo, Iâm not available.â Manipulative shift supervisor wants to cajole you into sticking around for another three hours to close? âNo.â As many advice columnists smarter than me have already intoned, ânoâ is a complete sentence. âNoâ requires no explanation. âNoâ is not subject to debate. âNoâ can be repeated over and over like a broken record if a disrespectful person acts like they canât hear it. And you can walk away at any time to make your ânoâ physical and impossible to argue with, when someone has proven they donât respect your boundaries.Â
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Feeling unsafe is not the same thing as actually being under threatâââand if we mask and people-please reflexively, we are likely treating many completely harmless situations of disagreement as if they were mortal threats. Itâs important to learn to distinguish between a situation where you have no freedom to speak up, and one where you can live authentically as yourself, and simply get more comfortable with not pleasing everyone. So in any situation where you are free to, try saying ânoâ and riding out how scary it might feel. When you first say ânoâ without explanation or apology, you will feel anxiety. Thatâs okay. In fact, you should pat yourself on the back for reaching the borders of your comfort zone. It is in this area of unfamiliar, slightly scary, yet possible action that we are able to grow. You might panic the first time you tell your spouse youâre not cooking dinner every night anymore, and heâll have to figure out the meal planning himself, or the first time you let a call from a manager go unanswered while youâre off the clock. Great! You are training your body to recognize that nothing bad happens when somebody is a little peeved at you. Youâre detaching your sense of safety from another personâs feelings, and tearing apart that enmeshment hurts the way ripping off a band-aid does.Â
#this article made me finally understand what distress tolerance is and why it would make sense to train it#but i have absolutely no idea how to apply this to my own life#none of the examples would work for me#i don't even mask well anymore i just go on autopilot when asked questions like ''is an 8 am appointment ok'' and say yes đ
My recommendation for you would be to slow down the process. If your instinct is to automatically say yes, just don't say anything for a second. It's okay if the moment feels awkward. It's not a weird thing to stop for a moment and think. You can even say "I need a moment to think about that." when someone throws you a question or recommends a course of action that you aren't sure how you feel about.
If those options fail, and you still reflexively say yes, you get to change your mind! You can call back and say "I need to change the time for an appointment." You can text your friend and say "Actually, I decided I don't want to see that slasher movie, sorry." You are allowed to speak up after the fact! That is just as legitimate! If you can't access your feelings in the heat of the moment, give yourself some time and space, and then do what you wanna do.
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I meant to have this out yesterday. Happy belated pride. :)
I'm glad you all like the Nigeria Pride post!
Originally, I went in worried the opposite would happen. Growing up, I've been taught that Nigeria, the country, is homophobic. (I was born in America.) But over time, I learned that there's tons of other queer Nigerians; some are out, and some are in the closet đ.
I'm also not used to this much attention, lol
Thank you all!
has anyone considered that it was probably her house too. where else was she supposed to put her chintz?
californians, consider calling your state assemblymembers in order to object to the current budget proposal stripping Medi-Cal (our Medicaid) from asylees and refugee applicants except in emergencies. also, theyâre agreeing to reduce the asset limit for many Medi-Cal recipients back to $2000. That number means that the maximum amount a Medi-Cal recipient who is aged, blind, or disabled can have in the bank at any time is $2000. That figure is obscenely low, and itâs actually lower by about fifty bucks than the amount theyâre allowed to get each month in income.* if enacted this policy change will vastly hurt thousands of seniors and disabled people and iâm not kidding. please speak up if you can.
im just so happy i live in a time period where actual meaningful biological transition is possible. even if we lose rights or the ability to exist in public, nothing can turn back the clock on that, and just by having any sort of access to that our lives are made immensely better. millions of our sisters throughout history would never have dreamed of a day where they could have what HRT does for us.
please don't lose the plot of this. if you're a trans person on HRT you're a living miracle, the dream of hundreds of millions of your ancestors. your lives are all deeply meaningful no matter what anyone says.
A prayer by Kalonymus b. Kalonymus ben Meir that appears in his poem ץפר ××× ××××, ×× Sefer Even BoḼan (§13), describing the author's wish t
Cursed be the one who announced to my father: âItâs a boy!"... ...How could he twist the course of the stars so much? How could he have erred so in his astrology? A lying tongue, a foolâs mouth it had given him For he foolishly transformed justice to poison He altered the law and transposed the lines
Oh, but had the artisan who made me created me instead â a worthy woman... ...I would say "how lucky am I"
Father in heaven who did miracles for our ancestors with fire and water... ...Who would then transform me from a man to woman? Were I only to have merited this being so graced by goodness...
What shall I say? why cry or be bitter? If my father in heaven has decreed upon me and has maimed me with an immutable deformity then I do not wish to remove it. the sorrow of the impossible is a human pain that nothing will cure and for which no comfort can be found. So, I will bear and suffer until I die and wither in the ground. Since I have learned from our tradition that we bless both, the good and the bitter I will bless in a voice hushed and weak: blessed are you [HaShem] who has not made me a woman.
I think I'm gonna go lay down for a little while.
Some small additional context - the final line is part of a longer set of prayers that are variations on 'blessed are you who has ___" and men use that line when praying, I forget what women use in substitition. But it would have been a line this rabbi would have recited over and over again, possibly daily....and had a lot to think about from it.
Filippo Palizzi (Italian painter 1818â1899)
Excavations in Pompeii, 1870
Oil on Canvas
119.5 Ă 86 cm.
Private Collection
@anthropologist-on-the-loose get peer-reviewed because your shared experience with the subject of the painting really heightened the emotional impact of this artwork for me ( An impact which was already high tbh. The idea that Pompeii was built by generations, buried by generations, uncovered by generations. What if I just started screaming and never stopped. )
"Built by generations, buried by generations, uncovered by generations" is ruining me, thanks
But it was buried by generations! Yes, it was buried in a volcanic eruption, but it was also figuratively buried. Over the centuries the location of Pompeii was lost, and it was found again by accident during construction projects. The ruins were not conclusively identified as the city of Pompeii until the 18th century (more than a millennia and a half after the eruption!) and it has been excavated ever since. People have been digging there since before the formation of the United States.
It's truly an incredible, one-of-a-kind site.
Just saw the interview where Curry Barker explained that it's totally possible to get a normal wish from the One Wish Willow, and I love the way they did that so much. The reason Obsession happened isn't because it's trying to twist Bear's desires into something evil. It's not even because he phrased his want wrong. Obsession happened because Bear got his hands on a magic item that could do anything in existence, and chose to force someone to fall in love with him, which is an inherently evil thing to do.
Springing off of my addiction post once more, I am also skeptical at best of 12-step programs, because their framework has just never remotely aligned with my actual experience.
The substance I was addicted to was heroin. While I was actively addicted, it absolutely came before everything else. My life shrank around it. I kept using despite very real, very obvious negative consequences. If youâre looking for something that fits the âcompulsion + harm + loss of controlâ model, that was it.
But whatâs always sat strangely with me is what happened when that context changed.
Once my abusive relationship ended and I was no longer in an environment where it was readily available, it was shockingly easy to stop. Iâm not saying it was physically comfortable. My body was pretty pissed off for a while. But psychologically, it just didnât have the same hold anymore. I wasnât spending my days white-knuckling cravings or constantly thinking about it. It dropped out of my life in a way that, according to the 12-step model, is not really supposed to happen.
And thatâs where my issue with that framework starts.
Because 12-step ideology tends to assume that if you have ever had that kind of relationship with one substance, it reveals something fundamental and permanent about you. That you now have a generalized âaddictive natureâ that will attach itself to other substances or behaviors if youâre not constantly managing it. That you are, in some essential way, always on the verge of transferring that pattern onto something else.
And that just hasnât been true for me.
I was a near-daily cannabis user for years. When it started consistently making me feel physically uncomfortable instead of good, I stopped. No drawn-out battle, no existential crisis, just âthis isnât giving me what I liked about it anymoreâ and I moved on.
I drink occasionally, in social or celebratory contexts, and I genuinely find alcohol kind of boring outside of that. It doesnât have much pull for me.
I tried gambling once, got annoyed at how tedious and overstimulating it felt, and left the casino in under an hour. I have not felt remotely compelled to revisit that experience.
I use the internet a lot, and I play a handful of video games, but I can also go on a camping trip with no signal and be completely fine, unless you want to try and find something pathological about nature photography, in which case you can blow it out your ass. If anything, I generally enjoy the change of pace. Thereâs no sense of panic or withdrawal or âI need to get back to my computer/consoles immediately.â
So when I hear the idea that addiction is this broad, transferable trait that will latch onto anything with quick reward or low friction, I just donât see it reflected in my own life.
What does make sense, looking back, is context.
When I was using heroin, I was in an abusive relationship. My environment was unstable, stressful, and honestly pretty bleak. The substance didnât just exist in a vacuum. It fit into a specific set of conditions where it functioned as relief, escape, and regulation.
When those conditions changed, the behavior changed with them.
That doesnât mean there was no dependency. There obviously was. It doesnât mean there were no consequences. There very much were. My grades suffered. I dropped out of college. I lost my apartment because staying out of withdrawal and numbing out from the abuse felt more important than paying rent.
But it does suggest that what we call âaddictionâ might not always be this permanent, identity-level trait that needs to be managed forever. Sometimes it looks a lot more like a relationship between a person, a substance, and a specific environment.
When thatâs the case, then a framework that assumes universality - âif this happened once, it will always be waiting to happen again, with anythingâ - is going to miss a lot of variation.
Iâm not saying 12-step programs canât help people. Clearly they can, or they likely wouldnât exist in the way they do. But I do think theyâre often treated as the model of addiction rather than a model that fits some people and not others, and when your experience doesnât match that model, many people who swear by them will assume that you are misunderstanding yourself, in denial, or ânot taking it seriously enough.â This paternalistic attitude only serves to make me even more skeptical of the framework.
For me, what mattered wasnât declaring myself permanently âaddictiveâ or treating every pleasurable behavior as a potential threat.
What mattered was getting out of the environment where that pattern made sense in the first place.
Rat Park, people. Stop forgetting about Rat Park.
âaddictionâ might not always be this permanent, identity-level trait... Sometimes it looks a lot more like a relationship between a person, a substance, and a specific environment.
I have helped change more individual behavior by changing the environment around them than I have by working on their behavior.
i would make the worst kind of vampire because i would always be like "hey check out how long i can go without blood lol" as a form of guilty self-harm poorly disguised as discipline and then black out and binge-slaughter a bunch of people, only reinforcing my conviction that i need to develop better self control by starving myself as often as possible
[âOne man whom Gornick interviewed admitted trying to discuss personal psychological problems with a comrade who talked to him âas though I were counterrevolutionary vermin'. Gornick describes denunciations and expulsions as intimate affairs playing out among people who had been close friends for years yet spied and reported on one another. Her interviewees also discuss the sudden invisible border that would arise to separate people expelled from the party from those still in it: âWe were on the other side of some kind of wall inside his mind."" A woman describes how, after she quit the party, friends of many years would suddenly ignore her in the street or at the supermarket: âI had becomeâ literally overnightâ nonexistent." Such behaviour, which the interviewee had participated in as a member, and the kinds of rigid psychological barriers it involved constructing, in retrospect struck her as almost unbelievably callous: âMy God, how came we to do such things to each other?" Another man Gornick meets breaks down in tears recalling how he cut himself off from a close friend who spoke out against the party at a union meeting.
These regretful recollections recall the tone of Weather Underground memoirs, which similarly express bafflement about past behaviour and confusion at the way dynamics within a group dedicated to ending oppression and exploitation could become so inward-looking and spiteful, as Bill Ayers observed: âI cannot reproduce the stifling atmosphere that overpowered us.'
In Gornick's interviews the same contradictions repeat again and again: people who felt so deeply driven they devoted themselves to a moral cause on behalf of strangers nonetheless bullied their closest friends, people committed to humanity behaved inhumanely, people intellectually opposed to discussions of psychic life were overpowered by their emotions. âWe who were fighting capitalism because it dehumanized people had dehumanized ourselves in this way, and had lost the only thing that counts between people: the ability to see ourselves in each other." Gornick expresses regret in her self-critical 2019 introduction that her romantic attitude to the people about whom she was writing led her to omit some of their âcomplexity', which seems like a euphemism for cruelty:
There would be no presentation of the branch leader who loved humanity yet ruthlessly sacrificed one comrade after another to party rigidities; or, equally, the section head who could quote Marx reverentially by the hour, then call for the expulsion of a CP member who had served watermelon at a party.
Gornick presents the appeal of communism in universal terms, as answering a generalised human need to find meaning in a meaningless universe, but she suggests that the cruelties and antagonisms that arose between people within both the CPUSA and the women's liberation movement in the US were specific to those political contexts. The grandiose explanations of the world that infused communist and feminist lives with meaning, that were the source of expansive elation and transformative solidarity, were, for Gornick, also the origins of dogmas that caused people to demand impossible standards of behaviour from themselves and others: âI saw daily the fear, rage and frustration of women beginning to grasp the political meaning of their lives. I knew that a subjected people didn't emerge into clarity with proportion and generosity.'â]
hannah proctor, from burn out: the emotional experience of political defeat, 2024