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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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what’s up v’tosh ka’tur gang (and affiliates) 🖖🏼
s’chn t’gai sybok / symon greyson
he/him 🏳️⚧️
queer 🏳️🌈
fictive of the @merlynic system
vulcautism (/joke. i did have the vulcan equivalent tho, and the system is audhd)
don’t take me too seriously. i know i don’t!!
420 friendly, terf hostile, etc — don’t be a shithead and we won’t have problems 🥰
In honour of First Contact Day, I'd just like to point out that "Skank" works as a Vulcan name. But, of course, Solkar already knows this.
did… did she really say that? iconic
“Excuse You, i am Black and i Fuck”
Best part: this was improv.
George wasn’t supposed to have a line there, he was supposed to brandish the sword, grab her and leave. George decided to ad-lib a line because he thought it was funny and that it was in character. So Nichelle had no idea that George was about to say anything. They start the take, George leaps over there, grabs her and says his line. And Nichelle Nichols, not Lt Uhura, looks at him with That Look on Her Face, and in two iconic words lets the world know what she and Lt Uhura are about.
star trek heritage post (February 20th, 2019)
Mr. Spock holding a cat. for your troubles.
ursa major
in the astronomical-astrological codex for king wenceslaus iv. of bohemia, prague, shortly after 1400
source: Munich, BSB, Clm 826, fol. 34v
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian babies that were left to starve to death then rot in their beds by the IOF.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian doctors surrounded by bodies of dead children begging the world to stop the slaughter.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian children who held a press conference in English to beg the world to stop murdering them because they want to live.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Priest who said "We will not accept your apology after the genocide" to the world.
I'm never forgetting the Palestinian Imam who used the speakers of the Mosque, not to call people to prayer but to call out to God while the world around them was burning from American supplied Israeli bombs.
I'm never forgetting the grandfather who held his dead grandchild in his arms. Or the father carrying the remains of his two children in plastic shopping bags. Or the mother holding her dead child in a shroud. Or the father sitting among the rubble after he lost his whole family. Or the girl trapped under a broken building begging for people to save her family first. Or the boy who cried when he saw his brother alive. Or the girl who asked if she was still alive after being pulled from the rubble. Or the boy who carried the remains of his brother in his backpack. Or the old man the IOF used for a photoshoot before they shot him dead after getting pictures. Or the little boy wearing plastic gloves to pick up the remains of his family. Or the graves desecrated. Or the body of that small baby girl left alone in a tent because no one knew who she was or if her family was alive, small and alone and not one person who knew her name to bury her. Or the young boy who was shot in the street while his sister watched from the window. Or the men and boys who were stripped naked in winter. Or those tortured. Or those made to stand in open graves. Or the people who were raped by IOF soldiers. Or Palestinian workers kidnapped by the IOF and then labeled with wristbands, each one reduced to a number, then made to walk back to Gaza to be killed in the world's largest open air concentration camp. Or the people of Gaza starving because Israeli Zionists are blocking aid trucks. Or the Israelis dancing and celebrating the death of Palestinians. Or the lies spread by Zionists and their supporters. Or the people profiting off the oppression and deaths of Palestinians. Or the people of the West Bank being killed or kidnapped by the IOF. Or old woman who was older than the creation of the terror state of "Israel" who was shot by snipers for saying that. Or the Israelis dressed up as Palestinians to enter a hospital and kill three Palestinians in their beds. Or every single Palestinian currently kept in an Israeli prison. Or the journalists, doctors, poets, men, women, children, and the unborn all massacred. Or the fact that WCNSF exists now. Or the woman who refused to wash the blood from her hands. Or the dead, unburied and unmourned.
I'm never forgetting those who chose silence in the face of a genocide.
I may not know all their names but I will not forget the over 30,000 Palestinians dead. Or the over 60, 000 people hurt. Or the unknown number of people missing, still lost under the rubble. Or the 12,000 children slaughtered. An entire generation crippled or murdered.
I will never forget these things when Palestine is free.
Baby Spock doodles because i am cringe but I am free
dykes read Fucking Trans Women challenge
i am so fucking serious
when i read this zine some time ago i was struggling to accept my sexuality. i never had sex ed in school growing up in south america, so all i had was the cultural knowledge that i was an object for the penis to go in. when the penis goes in, i was told at age 9, it will hurt so much you wont be able to think about anything else but the excruciating pain and im telling you this so you can prepare yourself, so you don't make any noises of pain to distract the man from his pleasure. when i read romance and erotica novels as a teen i'd think the orgasm the women characters described were a fantasy. yeah as in i didn't believe in the existence of (female) orgasm. no joke. so when i started questioning that i might be a lesbian... well. how the fuck was i supposed to pleasure a woman if they're unpleasurable??? i was panicking. like really, a lot. i mean as an adult i had found out about the clit and i had found out the female orgasm was in fact a real thing, but i could never fuck women the way a man would. i didn't know then that was a good thing, that that's sort of included in the "desire for women" part of lesbianism. that i had to relearn everything i thought i knew about sex, gender roles and sexual organs. but at the time i just thought every woman id fuck would wish i had a penis, and resent me bc i didn't. i thought theyd find me lacking and that i wouldn't be able to pleasure them without it. and then i read this zine. jesus fucking christ. Mira Bellwether tells us how she prefers to fuck her gfs with dildos instead of her real life penis right around the same page she reveals shes a lesbian. i felt like crying. i think i actually did. heres a woman with a penis, here's what i thought i had to be all this time to fuck women properly and she didn't even use the damn thing. she used her penis as a clit fuck me. do you even get it. she talks about how a real penis doesn't have the range a dildo does bc its softer. i think i will never forget what i felt when i read that. the drawing of a woman using a strap on with her penis hanging on top like a giant clit is gonna be branded on the inside of my brain until i die. my entire understanding of my sexuality is tied to this zine. my understanding of what turns me on and what doesn't, of what sex could be like, my acceptance of myself, of my body, of my desire for women. it turned my whole world upside down. without the trans perspective id never come to terms with my lesbianism and id never learn to define my sexuality in a way that works for me
That link is dead so here's the archive
Mira Bellwether passed last year. A legend of transfeminine and lesbian sexuality, and she died, and so many have yet to mourn her.
Few people have done more to transform how we understand women's sexuality than Mira Bellwether.
Please, read her zine. Learn how to please (and be pleased by) trans women. And when we tell you that we're lesbians, believe us. We literally wrote the book on this shit.
On our new logo:
The hebrew reads “K’lal Yisrael” a term historically used among Jews to refer to the Jewish community as a whole. K’lal Yisrael pre-dates the State of Israel, and holds absolutely no association to the State of Israel. K’lal Yisrael is the Jewish people, wherever we stand on this divine Earth. Our home is wherever we are in the world, and always within one another.
K’lal Yisrael, and our divine duty, Tikkun Olam. It is united, and through decolonisan, anti-capitalism and community that we find liberty.
The Star of David. Magen David. The symbol of K’lal Yisrael. Of hope, perseverance, of the connection between man and G-d. It must be reclaimed from those that taint it in unholy and violent ways.
The hammer and sickle, representing our pride in community. The unity of the working class, of oppressed peoples of the globe, the unity against all odds. We seek to fight the red scare and uproot the anti-communist sentiment that has repelled generations from achieving community-focus.
We uphold one another, and it is our duty to do so.
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What's the most interesting thing you've learned recently?
in one of my art history classes i learned about this guy, percival lowell, who was a dude in the late 1800s with too much money and too much time on his hands. he built himself an observatory because that’s what rich dudes did for fun back then
he had a fairly popular theory about their being purposefully designed canals on mars- 1800s europe was all about industry and what mankind could build, so it made sense that humanity would see similar formations in space. and so lowell was on trend when he charted these canals on venus:
except that no one else could reproduce his findings. most of his theories were discredited over time as we learned more about space, and it wasn’t until the early 2000s that someone posited a theory to what lowell had been seeing
the specific adjustments of his telescope may have caused it to act as a gigantic ophthalmoscope- leading lowell to see the veins of his own retina.
i think there’s something very sweet about that whole story- mankind looking at space and seeing themselves
what the fuck is a salesforce. we're briefly alive for a few violent decades
I think we should all just take a moment to appreciate the beauty of kinks that literally carry on through lifetimes.
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✨💜🩷 Uhura 🩷💜✨ got a few prints of this added to my shop 💫
Marvel Harris from the series Inner Journey
Vulcan counterculture and fandom store called Hot T’Pic
Just watched the search for spock again for the first time in a while, and maybe I’m just a bit emotional rn but omfg dude. :( the whole “oops i came back wrong, sorry i died, sorry i dont remember you right” thing is poignant as fuck. And everyone is just happy to have him back. I fully believe spock got ship of theseused there and i dont think post genesis spock is the same guy. I feel bad for him. I know he is still Spock but it must be very discombobulating. :( and hes just like “I Need To Get My Marbles Back so i can be this guy correctly STAT”. But egeryone already loveshim:(
