“If you have no other reason to live, live out of spite.”
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Dandelions are my favorite flower. When I die, bury me in gold and starlight.
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“If you have no other reason to live, live out of spite.”
reminds me of this fav
Dandelions are my favorite flower. When I die, bury me in gold and starlight.
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angel design
the angel of the body curls and coils and pulses within you, upon you. soft electricity teases along your limbs, twining with your fingers. you breathe, and its lungs swell with good air. it sighs, and your shoulders relax.
smoke on the air. its claws extend from your fingertips, its hackles raise along your spine. the growl in your throat echoes and echoes.
the angel loves you. when your flesh rips and your bones snap, it stitches you back together tissue by tissue. it will do anything for you.
offer it full meals and sweet, clean water. make an altar of your guts. heed the auguries it writes within you.
it is the body. you are the body. the body moves. the body thrills and collapses.
ha Pa’a, mewwonet ir trecaas.
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“Lord, turn our praises into hands that clothe the naked, arms that comfort the afflicted, tables that host the stranger, and shoulders that support the weary so that your name may be praised by those who live and die with their backs against the wall. Amen.”
— Common Prayer: A Liturgy for Ordinary Radicals; May 11 (via sonnywortzik)
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Poorly drawn Turtwig line
kinda wish hrt was instant but also very in love with the joy over time of gradually becoming. and not knowing where it will end. if ever
make your move: you win if your vote beats the result with the most votes
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this one liberal dude on twitter made the (correct) take that parents have overwhelming power over their kids and very often abuse it and restrict children's rights and he was ratio'd by conservatives, communists and liberals alike who made comments like "my kids will have rights when they pay the bills" to "aw are you upset mom and dad didn't you get you a lega set for christmas". way to prove his point lol! any criticism of the power dynamics adults and particularly parents have over kids and how it is often used to abuse kids or refuse to let them exist as themselves is drowned in mockery and the idea that parents have absolute authority over children and that any less than that is actually spoiling them.
i said it before: people only care about Children as an ideal. as property. as something that is Innocent and deserving protection From Evil Traffickers but also something Dumb that barely deserves the status of human with autonomy. and its fucking wild how even the staunchest communists think of this as normal, and how people refuse to understand that this dynamic is how kids are emotionally, physically and sexually abused, as well as robbed of their voices and too scared/ashamed to talk about it.
it's worth saying this dude is the parent of a now adult trans girl, and his reflections absolutely come from parenting as well as how he was expected to behave as the father of a trans daughter, how much power he had over her treatment and the refusal of doctors and teachers to listen to her and going over her head to him so they could misgender her and make him consent to conversion therapy.
he did not do these things, but the expectation and judgement that he as a parent was supposed to take away her rights and the sheer power he had over her as a minor made him reflect a lot. and now people are mocking him for sharing this reflection, even as black kids are killed or sent into the school to prison pipeline, as disabled kids are refused humanity, as parents kill their kids to spite their divorced spouses, as trans kids get their healthcare revoked, as migrant kids remain locked in cages. even as these same people panic over child trafficking and pedophile sex rings and refuse to admit how much csa and abuse is from family members.
The fact that this view is so rare despite also being, in my view, extremely obvious is I think a reflection of how strongly incentives mediate our beliefs. My experience growing up was that by six years old every single person I knew had developed a thorough class consciousness for the "child" class and as I've gotten older, everyone I know who's become a parent has forgotten it. Because ya know, it's not in their interests any more. The authoritarian structure of the parent/child relationship should also be the prototype for how sociological systems replicate, because parenting styles are so directly passed down generationally.
i wish people were nicer about the whole transgender thing
what Work is the most important? the work you have to do next. narrow the scope of focus down to that singular glittering point.
How to get out of a rut
made this before i came up with a punchline and wound up too afraid of it to actually come up with one. rip
The ceasefire agreement was reached and joy is floating among the Palestinian people
The joy is indescribable here all over the Gaza Strip. This thing seems like a literal miracle.
Rafah crossing will be opened tomorrow, God willing. We need help, friends. Please donate.
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