Just so like… it’s clear… anyone who censors words that contain “man” or “men” to anything like “xxn” that’s TERF shit.
Any reference to women/womanhood that solely revolves around having a uterus or “womb” is TERF shit.
Any sentence where the OP says they support people being “trans identified” with quotes around “"transwomen”“ or ”“transmen”“ is TERF shit.
I’m seeing a lot of you baby Tumblr gays out there not knowing what these specific TERF dogwhistles look like.
"Wombxxn” is an incredibly dumb way of spelling “woman” that treats the word “man” like a slur and also reduces women to their ability to give birth.
“Trans identified” is their way of saying “this person calls themselves trans, but I don’t believe they are.”
Saying “People should be allowed to identify however they wish, but we still need to protect women/children” IS TERF SHIT.
Learn to identify this garbage, because not all TERFs are going to spell out their intolerance for you. Some of them are going to try and seem reasonable and polite and normal, and it’s fucking dangerous to our community.
Also unpack any internalized transphobia and your transmedicalism, because both those things will have you quickly siding with TERFs and bigots.
I feel so… down whenever I want to watch queer or trans videos because I know in the back of my mind that none of the current large queer content creators’ content or community is safe for people like me, intersex people.
I love their work otherwise, but it hurts badly to hear them toss around casual intersexism in their videos constantly when discussing queer and trans issues and nobody ever mentions it.
And because these are large, popular creators, nobody has ever listened when I’ve tried to ask they adjust their language. My dms go ignored or unseen and my public comments get drowned out by fans defending their intersexist comments. It’s emotionally draining and exhausting, I just want to be included in my own community.
Edit: For anyone who wants it, there is a list of examples of what I mean here.
Amateur filmmakers are making movies on freaking YouTube about video game concepts like “What if the ‘respawn’ mechanic of games wasn’t flawless technology and sometimes when they respawn they come back wrong” and “What if the mindless NPCs you interact with in games suddenly became sentient and turn on the player character out of sheer confusion and cosmic horror” meanwhile Hollywood’s like “What if we did 'You die in the game you die in real life’ …again”
“Oh the media being biased/silent on Gaza is a conspiracy theory”
I am a literal journalist and this is what happened when I pitched an article to a magazine I write for:
We covered conflict before. We denounced PMs’ positions as wrong before. But this is where the editor balks - anything that makes it look even vaguely like we might, possibly, support Gaza. Even if the article itself would not have been an opinion piece, but a news feature about events on the ground.
We have free press, baby! But avoid the matter entirely if you can. It’s delicate and depressing, why would you talk about it? Don’t rock the boat. Be quiet. You don’t need to go there.
That’s not even.. what’s going on (re the last tweet). People with ocd aren’t contemplating sexually abusing kids, they’re afraid they might sexually harm a child by mistake, or be a pedophile without realising, or any number of similar anxieties, but the point is that it becomes an anxious fixation because the person finds it so repellant. It’s such an incredibly common ocd symptom, but most people are understandably terrified to talk about it
I remember reading a study where a therapist was helping people with similar anxieties - though not involving children - work through them. One client said she was afraid she was going to murder the therapist, not that she wanted to but that she’d somehow lose control of herself or an accident would happen. The solution? The therapist brought a kitchen knife to an appointment (with the patients consent), handed it to her and basically said “okay, what now?” Turns out nothing now, nothing happened, and it helped the client deal with the phobia
Obviously that approach isn’t workable with something like pedophilia/csa anxiety but I think it highlights the true nature of what the anxiety actually is. It’s irrational anxiety that comes from a deep fear and disgust of csa, not a desire to perpetrate it
Hey students, here’s a pro tip: do not write an email to your prof while you’re seriously sick.
Signed, a person who somehow came up with “dear hello, I am sick and not sure if I’ll be alive to come tomorrow and I’m sorry, best slutantions, [name]”.
I mean, if someone wrote that to me, I’d probably believe they were sick.
“Slutantions” has me crying laughing
i once emailed my professor with a migraine. a mistake.
“I amsick will not to choir because i have a heache. i Hope its very and i am so sorry
love,
blue”
the subject line was “OW”
THE SUBJECT LINE IS THE BEST PART JSJFJSJDJS JUST IMAGINE GETTING AN EMAIL WITH NO CONTEXT OTHER THAN “OW”
As someone who has taught college, please send those emails because 1) We WILL believe that; no one would write that on purpose and 2) we need a laugh sometimes.
On the other side of this, once after getting taken to the ER by ambulance, I got an email from the professor whose class I’d passed out in, and the message had no text, just the subject line “you good?”
Reblogging for the last addition
Claritin makes me weird, but I have allergies so there’s about a month and a half block of time where I’m taking Claritin and am just weird most of the time.
Anyway, my last year of college, I got the flu or something in late March and was also taking Mucinex. I told my professor I couldn’t come to class one day by email except I couldnt think of what to say, so my medicated ass decided to make a Fry meme. I think it said something like “Not sure if I can go to class with a head the size of Texas, bottom text.” I didn’t think until the next day that it probably wasn’t socially-acceptable to tell your philosophy professor you weren’t coming to class via Tumblr style memes. When i got back to class, i found that she’d printed it out and taped it to the classroom bulletin board.
Oh shit you guys i turned on my WinXP laptop that I used to use back then.
IT WAS ON THE DESKTOP. THIS IS WHAT I SENT.
It’s even worse than i remember it
I laugh myself hoarse every time this post comes around, so here it is again.
Once emailed a professor from my hospital bed high on painkillers after a really bad car crash which my heart actually stopped the email “Dead cant class sory”
being fat is hard because you don’t just run into inaccessibility that affects only you. for example, if i’m bigger than a car seat is built for, then i inconvenience those sitting next to me. if i’m bigger than a room is built for, i encroach on others space. it makes the fat person feel like it’s a personal fault, and skinny people are often not kind to fat folks who take up space. i want to make this clear: it is Not the fat persons fault AND i understand the strain and shame it can cause fat people. this world is built to exclude fat people. fitting of my favorite phrase inspired by the social model of disability; it’s not the fat persons fault, it’s the worlds fault.
people who are legal adults who want their tubes tied or top surgery etc etc should be able to do so full stop.
“oh but what if they regret it for the rest of their lives”
okay. so what.
Adults make decisions about our lives, that’s what being an adult is. We may decide to get a face tattoo, or quit a promising job, or join the army, or move to another country.
That’s practically all we do as adults. We make decisions that effect the rest of our life, and then we live, or sometimes die, accordingly. Maybe i’ll spend the rest of my life regretting telling my influential boss he doesn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground, but, as an adult, that’s the kind of life decision i am allowed to make for myself. And after all, it might be the best thing i ever did. It’s my life, and i get to do all the fucking around and all the finding out i want to.
surgical transition, or sterilization, or whatever… is exactly the same. If you aren’t going to let a legally adult person decide for themself about that stuff, then you can’t let them get a tattoo or move to Florida either
people who are legal adults who want their tubes tied or top surgery etc etc should be able to do so full stop.
“oh but what if they regret it for the rest of their lives”
okay. so what.
Adults make decisions about our lives, that’s what being an adult is. We may decide to get a face tattoo, or quit a promising job, or join the army, or move to another country.
That’s practically all we do as adults. We make decisions that effect the rest of our life, and then we live, or sometimes die, accordingly. Maybe i’ll spend the rest of my life regretting telling my influential boss he doesn’t know his ass from a hole in the ground, but, as an adult, that’s the kind of life decision i am allowed to make for myself. And after all, it might be the best thing i ever did. It’s my life, and i get to do all the fucking around and all the finding out i want to.
surgical transition, or sterilization, or whatever… is exactly the same. If you aren’t going to let a legally adult person decide for themself about that stuff, then you can’t let them get a tattoo or move to Florida either
Ive noticed recently that my generation has… no concept of what the various economic classes actually are anymore. I talk to my friends and they genuinely say things like “at least i can afford a middle class lifestyle with this job because i dont need a roommate for my one bedroom apartment” and its like… oughh
You guys, middle class doesnt mean “a stable enough rented roof over your head,” it means “a house you bought, a nice car or two, the ability to support a family, and take days off and vacations every year with income to spare for retirement savings and rainy days.” If all you have is a rented apartment without a roommate and a used car, you’re lower class. That’s lower class.
And i cant help but wonder if this is why you get kids on tumblr lumping in doctors and actors into their “eat the rich” rhetoric: economic amnesia has blinded you to what the class divides actually are. The real middle class lifestyle has become so unattainable within a system that relies upon its existence that theyve convinced you that those who can still reach it are the elites while your extreme couponing to afford your groceries is the new normal.
I was thinking about this new story idea about people in space doing their own thing, they’re all homies and they’re all vibing, and then suddenly mysterious things start happening, things are being sabotaged and ruined, and then murders suddenly start happening, and the astronauts are trying to figure out who the murderer is before everyone dies, and I thought that that would be an awesome idea for a horror movie or something
And then I remembered that it’s literally the plot of among us
it is way too easy to accidentally follow people on this site. sorry to the person I just accidentally followed and then unfollowed, I’m sure you’re perfectly nice
we all must get weirder and more queer. i am completely serious and genuine and this is urgent. please get weirder and gayer now. if you see me acting weird and gay mind your business a little bit.
if you told vin diesel fast and the furious you were gay he’d be like “Some people like driving stick…some people like driving automatic…what matters is you cross the finish line..” and then he’d rev up a dodge challenger and drive through a building and kill 16 people
im trying to go to sleep but i cannotttttt stop thinking about this and laughing
Listen, we have to keep this thing circulating on the internet for at least another two decades, because I have to believe that one day that little girl will be grown enough to stumble upon it and She Will Explain
We’ve made it 5 years folks
I don’t know what you are all confused about. I’d want my kid to love Stevie Nicks more than a brontosaurus too.
The benevolent billionaire does not exist. Eating crumbs off their table is their idea of generosity.
#TaxTheRich
#EatTheRich has many meanings, but ultimately it’s about getting rid of their ability to manipulate everything and turn you into a working stiff with no future.
Millennials of Tumblr dot com, what was your weird niche fandom that you were part of a community dedicated to in the mid/late 2000s? Not Harry Potter or LOTR or Ouran or something, it has to be niche. Something where when you talk about it, you have to spend at least 3 minutes just explaining why this Was Even A Thing. Where someone who doesn’t know just how intensely balkanized 2000s messageboard culture was, would be shocked at how this thing had whole websites dedicated to it.
Mine was “teenage girls who were obsessed with The Who.” I specify the age/gender because we specifically had our own forums (if anyone by chance on here was a regular on Cobwebs & Strange circa 2005-6, hi! I forgot what username I had there, but on Xanga I was harddaysafternoon / postcardsofthehanging) that were separate from wherever middle-aged dads were talking about The Who in the mid-2000s. We’d occasionally have such a guy show up on one of ours because he found it on Google, and make an introduction, maybe one more very confused post, and then leave.
This wasn’t an RPF or shipping centric fandom, either. I cannot explain it; the classic rock bandom circles I was into around 2005 were not into that. But they were a thing. There was a girl who quit Xanga/LiveJournal because she decided that to be a true fan she needed to live like she was in the 1960s and therefore couldn’t use any technology that did not exist in 1965.
Anyway, tell me about your super-niche 2000s fandom and its drama
This is Asobi Asobase. And this is literally the entire anime, just girls releasing chaotic energy and while sometimes showing off the best goddamn slap stick I’ve ever seen.
A picture that says “A student once asked anthropologist Margaret Mead, “What is the earliest sign of civilization? The student expected her to say a clay pot, a grinding stone, or maybe a weapon.
Margaret Mead thought for a moment, then she said, “A healed femur.”
The second picture is a news headline. It is bolded and a much larger font. “27-year-old who couldn’t afford $1,200 insulin copay dies after trying cheaper version.”
The third picture is the same font and size as the Margaret Mead quote. It’s a continuation. It says, “A femur is the longest bone in the body, linking hip to knee. In societies without the benefits of modern medicine, it takes about six weeks of rest for a fractured femur to heal. A healed femur shows that someone cared for the injured person, did their hunting and gathering, stayed with them, and offered physical protection and human companionship until the injury could mend.”
The fourth picture is another headline. It is in a large and bolded type. “Dying man who couldn’t afford to go to hospital after vomiting blood"
The fifth picture is a screenshot of the Margaret Mead story.
Mead explained that where the law of the jungle—the survival of the fittest—rules, no healed femurs are found. The first sign of civilization is compassion, seen in a healed femur.
The next screenshot is of a slightly different font. The letters are pointier and the lines are a little curvier. It says, “Susan Finley returned to her job at a Walmart retail store in Grand Junction Colorado, after having to call in sick because she was recovering from pneumonia.
The day after she returned, the fifty three year old received her ten year associate award — and was simultaneously laid off, according to her family. She had taken off one day beyond what is permitted by Walmart’s attendance policy.
After losing her job in May 2016, Finley also lost her health insurance coverage and struggled to find a new job. Three months later, Finley was found dead in her apartment after avoiding going to see a doctor for flu-like symptoms.
A screenshot of a bold, bigger headline. It says ‘The house always wins’: Insurers’ record profits.
A final screenshot of smaller text with a slightly gray background. It says “We are at our best when we serve others. Be civilized.” /end ID.]
