Physical touch/intimacy as a love language isn’t just sex. It’s their hand resting on your leg during conversation. It’s being held in their arms and listening to their heart beat. Holding hands. Back massages. Their hands in your hair. It’s about connecting and communicating love with your bodies.
People don’t like to admit it bcs cringe or w/e but Homestuck really did revolutionize the webcomic as a storytelling medium and I am endlessly frustrated that before webcomic artists could really stretch our legs fucking webtoonz swooped in, set a new, more restrictive standard, and then monetized and monopolized the ever living fuck out of the concept of The Webcomic until it drove away anyone who couldn’t be a professional quality manga artist for free, and now the only webcomics that actually feel like spiritual successors to Homestuck are so obscure they’re basically cult classics that you have to beg people to read.
Like it’s just so wild to be in high school and see Homestuck be like “we’re using like fifteen different artistic mediums to tell this story bcs we can” and be really fucking inspired by that, only to grow up and see basically every webcomic ever have to conform to One Single Standard or fucking perish.
Actually, I realized my real point here: we all need to make our art weirder. Please make weird art. I want more stuff like Prequel Adventure and 17776 and MyHouse.wad and I want it now. Capitalism thrives on conformity. We must be weird at all costs.
some of my favorite mutuals post entirely about things that i do not understand or care about and our dms are barren like a desert. and yet the warmth of that big hot sun remains between us
To a homophobe, even the most chaste kiss on the cheek between gay people is exactly as disgusting and degenerate as a hardcore BDSM orgy hosted in the town square, so you may as well ally with the BDSM orgy enthusiasts to throw bricks at the cops who are going to try and arrest all of you together anyway.
I once held hands with my husband at an event where my wife was also present, and a concerned parent lectured me about how she didn’t want us to “influence” her son. Our icky gay polyam hand holding was such a threat to this woman that she made a point to corner me away from my partners and get me on my own to lecture me about being “indecent.” If she had been inclined toward violence, I would have been fucked.
Hand holding. That’s all it fucking took.
So catch me at Pride in a leather harness and holding a bat, because if hand holding is all it takes, we owe it to each other to stand together.
We’re here. We’re queer. Get fucking used to it.
The sheer number of LGBT people who have called me a “degenerate” and a “pedophile” and an “abuse apologist” and a “homophobe” and a “woman-beater” over this post, in the less than 24 hours since I have posted it, is proof that it needs to be said.
Call me a degenerate if you want. I don’t care. It has always been the degenerates protecting each other when the cops raid our bars and inspect our clothing and haul us away for being cross-dressing, family-destroying, society-polluting, tranny dyke faggot freaks.
I know who I’d rather have on my side, and it’s not the self-loathing pieces of shit who would rather destroy their own people than dismantle systems of oppression.
You will never be wholesome and pure enough for the bigots, no matter how much you distance yourself from the kinksters. Once they’ve killed all us degenerates, they’re coming for you next. And we won’t be here to fight for you anymore.
This child who came to my house tonight is literally the funniest human being on the planet. She complimented me on having both lollipops and mini Three Musketeers available because “a lot of houses these days don’t give you a fruit flavor option.” She was very solemn about this.
There are two main kinds of reactions people have to seeing someone using a white cane walking towards them: fearful and aggressive.
The fearful are the ones who press themselves flat against walls as you pass by, the ones who see you coming and cross the street to not walk by you, the ones like the guy who walked into my path and then, upon seeing me, leapt two feet backwards shouting, “Oh shit!”
The fearful are an annoyance, but they’re not usually dangerous. They don’t seem to grasp that the path is generally wide enough for both of us, that my cane only takes up two more inches either side of me and isn’t going to kill them. They’re the ones that my friends remark on most, because once you realise what they’re doing you can never stop noticing that people do this.
The aggressive, however, are a different story.
The aggressive are the ones who stare you down as you walk towards them like they’re playing a game of chicken, the ones who wave and say hello and when you reply they use it as evidence you’re not blind. They’re the ones who try to hopscotch over your cane. They’re the ones who will kick your cane and try to trip you up for fun. They’re the ones that deliberately slow down, giggling as they look back at you, because they want you to walk into them and to hurt yourself. They’re the ones who you’ll walk by and, even though neither you nor your cane even brushes them, they’ll get angry at you because don’t you know you could hurt someone by walking around with that thing? Don’t you know you should have someone with you at all times to make sure you don’t hit someone?
There’s a different kind of aggressive, too, and I don’t know a single blind person who has not encountered this kind. This is the kind of aggressive who tries to “help” you, the kind who grabs your arm and drags you across roads without talking to you or asking. The kind who pull you into oncoming traffic and expect you to be grateful. The kind who pick up your cane to lead you. The kind who will get you hit by a car in the name of helpfulness. This kind does not realise or even care that it is terrifying to have an unseen person grab you and start dragging you away, who don’t get that the cane is your contact with the world around you and they have stripped you of knowledge and safety by picking it up off the ground. This kind does not realise or care that it is still kidnapping, still assault, and they expect you to be grateful that they deigned to “help” you.
All three kinds don’t see you as a person. The fearful see you as an obstacle, the aggressive see you as an idle amusement or a threat, and the helpful aggressive see you only as a way to feel good about themselves.
The second you hold a white cane you are unpersoned.
Do your local blind person a favour and cut that shit out.
inside you, young transmasculine person, is a voice that will tell you not to like certain things because they’re For Girls. that is the voice of the devil, and you must never listen to it.
An incomplete list of things that employers commonly threaten that are 100% illegal in the United States
“We’ll fire you if you tell others how much you’re making” The National Labor Relations Act of 1935 specifically protects employees who discuss their own wages with each other (you can’t reveal someone else’s wages if you were given that information in the course of work, but you can always discuss your own or any that were revealed to you outside of work duties)
“If we can’t fire you for [discussing wages/seeking reasonable accommodation/filing a discrimination complaint/etc], we’ll just fire you for something else the next day.” This is called pretextual termination, and it offers your employer almost no protection; if you are terminated shortly after taking a protected action such as wage discussion, complaints to regulatory agencies, or seeking a reasonable accommodation, you can force the burden onto your employer to prove that the termination wasn’t retaliatory.
“Disparaging the company on social media is grounds for termination” Your right to discuss workplace conditions, compensation, and collective action carries over to online spaces, even public ones. If your employer says you aren’t allowed to disparage the company online or discuss it at all, their social media policy is illegal. However, they can forbid releasing information that they’re obligated to keep confidential such as personnel records, business plans, and customer information, so exercise care.
“If you unionize, we’ll just shut this branch down and lay everyone off” Threatening to take action against a group that unionizes is illegal, full stop. If a company were to actually shut down a branch for unionizing, they would be fined very heavily by the NLRB and be opening themselves up to a class-action lawsuit by the former employees.
“We can have any rule we want, it’s only illegal if we actually enforce it” Any workplace policy or rule that has a “chilling effect” on employees’ willingness to exercise their rights is illegal, even if the employer never follows through on any of their threats.
“If you [protected action], we’ll make sure you never work in this industry/city/etc again.” Blacklisting of any kind is illegal in half the states in the US, and deliberately sabotaging someone’s job search in retaliation for a protected action is illegal everywhere in the US.
“Step out of line and you can kiss your retirement fund/last paycheck goodbye.” Your employer can never refuse to give you your paycheck, even if you’ve been fired. Nor can they keep money that you invested in a retirement savings account, and they can only claw back the money they invested in the retirement account under very specific circumstances.
“We’ll deny that you ever worked here” not actually possible unless they haven’t been paying their share of employment taxes or forwarding your withheld tax to the government (in which case they’re guilty of far more serious crimes, and you might stand to gain something by turning them in to the IRS.) The records of your employment exist in state and federal tax data, and short of a heist that would put Oceans 11 to shame, there’s nothing they can do about that.
Found these tags on my last hand-drawn post inspiring:
I’m so good at art.
This doodle made me laugh too much so now this is the Fred this week
THE ONE PIZZA…!
THE ONE PIZZA IS REAL!!!!!!
A scan of the old Friday Fred expansion from the GUYS system. I don’t think this is Friday Fred’s first appearance, but I could be wrong. It’s definitely an off-model design.
Fred is Going Corporate
He can’t stay this small forever…
♩ ♪ ♫ ♬Nu är vi här Fred♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬CaramelDansen♩ ♪ ♫ ♬
We need you to roll up a most radical Friday, Prince.
OK this week I am doing a roundup of the Freds which got lost in the shuffle.
Oh no, I’m with the shadowy looking fellow. Last time I went to therapy, a siren whispered sweet nothings into my ear until I passed out. Woke up in a damp undersea cave lathered in coconut oil. Do you know how hard it is to find a decent fish taco in the middle of the ocean?
CALLING THE EPPRBCU! I REPEAT, CALLING THE EPPRBCU!
Blocking people actually sends a portion of their soul to the shadow realm. So, theoretically speaking if enough people blocked someone, they would get banished
I just need everyone to know about this tiktok account where these two girls sit and make a cocktail or a mixed drink, usually in a public place, but specifically usually like a fast food restaurant, and look around somewhat nervously while they do it like they’re on the run. They’re usually prominently featuring 2000s-era pop culture like wearing bedazzled clothing or using a Motorola RAZR. It’s called 2girls1bottl3 and I’m obsessed with it.
I think the biggest sign of the grand “fall of Bethesda” or whatever is the fact that Starfield officially released a full calendar month ago today and I literally have zero idea what it is about or what happens in it. absolutely zero cultural osmosis seems to have happened, which would’ve been unthinkable for a Bethesda RPG like ten years ago
you don’t get it. Skyrim is one of the most iconic video games ever released, the Dovahkiin is firmly cemented in pop culture and stuff like “arrow to the knee” and “ah, you’re finally awake-“ became the bedrock of gaming culture for literally years. New Vegas is a continually surviving series of Simpsons-fan-level injokes about Benny and Courier and Joshua Graham, endlessly quoting every line of dialogue and modding the game with seemingly infinite hyper specific absurd add-ons. even the relatively middling reception for Fallout 4 was followed by months worth of people memeing about The Institute or Dogmeat, hair twirling over how much they were attracted to robots like Curie or Codsworth or Nick Valentine, it gave us THE FINAL PAM for gods sake. even Fallout Fucking76 had John Denver stuck in everyone’s head for six fucking months.
the idea that I have not seen a single character or plot point or literally anything about Starfield in the month after its release other then “it looks pretty and runs at 60fps” is an impossibility. it’s absurd. absolute downfall material for bethesda
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