ant mimic spider: Wow! I love hanging out with my fellow ants! So fun to interact with other ants (like myself, a real ant) with my totally normal antennae! ant mimic beetle: Totally! So, great and fun to be an ant. (And to be so very ant-shaped and not at all thick around the middle.) We are both excellent anty ants. ant mimic wasp: Oh YES. I agree too! Totally. And we all have such nice svelte waists and jointed antennae. Ha ha. Normal antennae. ANTennae, if you will! I love being a valid and real ant. Ha ha ha. ant mimic spider: Ha ha ha. ant mimic beetle: Ha ha… hm. spider: There are no ants here … are there? beetle: God dammit.
If y’all don’t know, Lilly Wachowski is one of the Wachowski sisters, the women who directed and wrote the matrix, the movie that the whole “red pill, blue pill” thing comes from. Both sisters are trans women.
Aromantic allosexual guy here. Friendly reminder that my attraction to women isn’t predatory or immoral, and I’m not a misogynistic fuckboy for just existing. Thank you for your time <2
hey there, alloromantic asexual dyke here, my attraction to women *is* predatory but they love it so who’s to say thats even a bad thing in the first place i say let women get bit. hashtag womens rights
I’ll say it again, truscum are the worst possible people. It’s like a more acceptable version of being a transphobe because you get to pretend like you’re following science. Keep in mind that some of their tactics are to never define gender dysphoria. I’ve talked about this on my old account, but my experience with a truscum is just horrid. I was convinced that my friends were being groomed by openly trans positive spaces, and that they weren’t really trans because one of them didn’t feel comfortable with blackmarket HRT. The amount of doubt a truscum places in your head because you may feel as though your “mild” gender dysphoria means nothing and is completely normal. Nobody really explained to me when I was an ally how complicated it is being trans, and that not everyone should be on hormone replacement therapy. It’s a daunting thing, and it’s a change that is semi permanent. Just because you want to wait a bit longer, or not take it at all does not invalidate your identity. The same is with SRS, it’s daunting. There’s long waiting lines for both, and it can be a nightmare depending on your medical team. You may not even feel bottom dysphoria and might not elect for the procedure, again perfectly valid. Transmedicalists will demonize this though, and will make you feel like you are a fake, and that you’re not truly trans because you don’t want to go all in with life altering procedures.
guy who turns into a glass of milk when he gets angry and girl who turns into a plate of cookies when she’s upset having a bitter argument with each other next to the chimney on christmas eve at 11:59 pm
drove past a hotel and they had a pretty big digital message board and I glanced over and almost had a fucking stroke while driving because it was just playing this gif
I’M GOING TO LOSE IT IT WASN’T FOR MOTHER’S DAY THEY JUST HAVE THE FUCKING DANCING BABY 24/7
Each of the more than 630 First Nations represented by the AFN is entitled to send its chief, or an approved proxy, to the Special Chiefs Meeting to vote on resolutions on their nation’s behalf.
An emergency resolution advocating for a permanent ceasefire in Israel and Palestine, which recognizes the Palestinians as an Indigenous People under international law, passed unanimously. […]
The text is from a poem by Black Lesbian poet Pat Parker (pictured) . My copy is from Naming The Waves Contemporary Lesbian Poetry - ed Christian McEwan 1988.
Exactly 20 years ago (give or take a few days) like most French schoolchildren I was given a piggy bank to collect yellow coins (small change). It was a charity campaign called Opération Pièces Jaunes, to help hospitalised children, but my classmates & I were quite indifferent to the charity aspect because all we cared about was the fact that our teacher started giving us a candle in the shape of President Jacques Chirac every time we returned our little box filled with coins.
We were completely enraptured by those candles and the way the president’s face would start melting hideously if we let them burn long enough. Without any kind of deliberation among ourselves we turned it into a class-wide contest—it was obvious to everyone that the point of the Yellow Coins charity campaign was to win many little Chiracs and melt them to make the face of our president as freakishly deformed as possible. We exchanged them for pogs and marbles. We had recently learnt about the Plague in history class, with great relish, hence one lucky girl who managed to obtain a particularly monstrous half-melted face with a big wax bubble reminiscent of a bubo sold it way above the going rate, for 12 galaxy marbles—a fortune. (I was among the losers of this auction, and commented in my diary, with deep regret, “It’s just what it would look like if the President had the bubonic plague!”) Every day after school we went round town begging passersby for coins with something akin to mania in order to get more Chiracs to burn into ever ghastlier shapes. An old lady we ambushed in front of the church praised us warmly for our charitable spirit.
Eventually our teacher ran out of candles and this odd chapter of my childhood ended as abruptly as it had started. Our class was congratulated in front of the whole school for being by far the most ardently devoted to the cause (we got ~15kg of coins.) I wonder if the principal asked our teacher what her secret was to make us collect a truly astonishing amount of coins compared to the other classes, and how he reacted when she replied that she motivated us with busts of the President. One teacher gave a Carambar for a full box of coins, another believed that helping sick children should be incentive enough, but our teacher, an expert in child psychology, was alone in her conviction that the best way to go about this was to hand out human wax effigies for her students to burn.
This post is now one year old and my favourite thing about it is that no French person in the notes has ever seen a Chirac candle before, which strengthens my theory that my primary school teacher was making them herself, at home, as a hobby, and with this exact purpose in mind.
Believe it or not but a few months after I made this addition, the origin story of the Chirac candles was brought to light in the French press… In this interview from late 2021, our former President of the Constitutional Council was photographed in his study with a little Chirac candle on a shelf behind him! When asked about it he explained that a member of Chirac’s party made one or two thousand of these candles back in the day, and he (who was also Minister of the Interior and President of the National Assembly) has kept his Chirac candle in his study for the past 20+ years because he finds it hilarious.
Little does he know that a few dozens of these 2,000 candles ended up in the hands of a bunch of feral children somewhere in France who obsessed over them, disfigured them with diabolical glee and went into galaxy marble debt trying to buy the most grotesque Chiracs at auction.
I’m glad that at least one aspect of this mystery has been lifted. It’s still unclear how my teacher came to own so many of these limited-edition candles (I don’t think she was a fan of Chirac or a member of his party…), and of course the thought process that led her to connect the concepts of charity drive and letting kids burn the President in effigy will remain a mystery.
mad scientist ethics board that makes sure that a project is sufficiently unethical before providing funding
sometimes you get a normal scientist trying to apply with a regular invention that just has a puppy shredder attached to it with hot glue or sticky tape
you’d think they’d be disqualified for that, but trying to cheat the system to get research funding actually adds a lot of unethical points
“you have a responsibility to consider how your writing would affect other people” literally 50% of writing is manipulating the audience by setting tone and mood and drawing them in to fuck with their emotions. writers do NOTHING but consider how our writing is affecting other people and this is implying that our moral imperative is to make them feel warm and fuzzy which it is not
The way fantasy writers talk about a thousand years as this uneventful amount of time is really funny to me because like—in less than 1000 years we went from the Norman Invasion of England to Skibidi Toilet.
Anytime your instinct is to write 1000 years, the accurate time gap is almost always gonna be somewhere between 80 & 200 years
Yesterday marked the 100th day of genocide. Please, do not get used to this. Our people, killed, bombed, kidnapped, stripped, executed and starved is not normal. Our kids in pieces, their body parts collected in bags is not normal.
Israel has killed 23,700 human. More than 10,300 child. We’d need 177 school bus to carry the Palestinian children killed by Israel in gaza. 10,022 fatherless child. 8,352 motherless child. The wounded have their wounds rot and die waiting in front of the crossing. Maggots seen inside alive people’s wounds. 5,500 pregnant woman will give birth in the upcoming weeks. 100 Days of Genocide. 100 Days of the world watching silently.
Yesterday marked the 100th day of genocide. Please, do not get used to this. Our people, killed, bombed, kidnapped, stripped, executed and starved is not normal. Our kids in pieces, their body parts collected in bags is not normal.
Israel has killed 23,700 human. More than 10,300 child. We’d need 177 school bus to carry the Palestinian children killed by Israel in gaza. 10,022 fatherless child. 8,352 motherless child. The wounded have their wounds rot and die waiting in front of the crossing. Maggots seen inside alive people’s wounds. 5,500 pregnant woman will give birth in the upcoming weeks. 100 Days of Genocide. 100 Days of the world watching silently.
Yesterday marked the 100th day of genocide. Please, do not get used to this. Our people, killed, bombed, kidnapped, stripped, executed and starved is not normal. Our kids in pieces, their body parts collected in bags is not normal.
Israel has killed 23,700 human. More than 10,300 child. We’d need 177 school bus to carry the Palestinian children killed by Israel in gaza. 10,022 fatherless child. 8,352 motherless child. The wounded have their wounds rot and die waiting in front of the crossing. Maggots seen inside alive people’s wounds. 5,500 pregnant woman will give birth in the upcoming weeks. 100 Days of Genocide. 100 Days of the world watching silently.
i have tourettes where I say sudden funny things but never any slurs because I am good boy 😇 I have OCD but not the one that makes me really concerned about piss and shit but the movie one that makes me line things up properly nice and neat because I am a good boy 😇 I have bipolar but not the one that makes me act embarrassingly in public because I am on the highest point of a downward curving emotional pendulum swing, but the one that makes me creative af via safely utilizing my tendency towards extreme emotions in my art (because I am a good boy 😇) I have autism but it’s the one like from the movies where I’m good at math or being a detective, and not the one that makes other people hate me so bad they want to kill me because I am annoying to them. because I am a good boy 😇 I have schizophrenia too but I also don’t, because somehow in the cultural lexicon no one who has schizophrenia is a good boy and there is rarely a stylistic bullshit depiction of the condition, but I’m still a good boy 😇 society knows this. society knows this.
I bet you're actually an ageless immortal of some kind, way older than you claim to be. When were you actually born? The 19th century Romantic era? Medieval era? Ancient Greece?
I am a normal human born in normal human year 19XX
1920!?
Your primitive reliance in Roman numerals
I am denoting variable numbers as to obscure my actual identity, while still reassuring that I am a normal human being born between the years 1900 and 2000
YOU WERE BEING BORN FOR 100 YEARS!!!???
Damn you must have been a big ole baby
I assure you I am normal human or normal human size that was birthed over normal interval of time
I like how teens are too young to figure out their sexuality unless its heterosexual
Idk how people find this old post like once a week but I will say as a closeted 15 year old nothing can describe how much confidence it gave me that everyone agreed with me. That it’s all bullshit. I was so angry and frustrated at the world not taking me seriously, and the thousands and thousands of people reblogging showed me that I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t crazy and heteronormativity is all bullshit. Being queer is as natural as breathing air.
btw if u don’t wanna be a girl u can just not be a girl. if u don’t wanna be a boy u can just not be a boy. likewise for being a woman or a man or any gender that has ever existed.
there’s no test you need to pass or license u need to hold to trans your gender - you can just decide one day that u feel like doing something different. if ur waiting for permission, i’m giving u permission. go be happy.
For my transition, the idea “I would be happier living my life as a man” was far more helpful to my journey than the question “am I truly a man in my very soul” or whatever. It doesn’t have to be that deep. Your body is yours. Do with it what you want. Be who you want to be. Less pressure on “who you were made to be” as if that is some kind of immutable force. If you think that way you’ll never stop questioning yourself.
[Tweet by Gillian Branstetter reads “If enforcing gender norms requires a constant state of surveillance and censorship then they probably aren’t as biological or innate as you think they are]
Unpopular opinion but literally not one person in the world should have their human rights violated
If one person’s rights can be waved away, so can yours
yes, even those people.
Fuck it, adding on: This is why it’s frustrating to see criminal defense lawyers getting a bad rep.
The right to a fair trial is a human right. In practice, a fair trial necessitates a lawyer. This means that even if somebody committed the worst crimes you could possibly imagine, they still deserve a lawyer.
Somebody has to defend them as a matter of human rights. As one of my professors said, way back in my first semester at uni: “Everybody deserves to have somebody in their corner.”
nb the source of criminal defense attorneys getting a bad rep is always, always copaganda. same with the incredibly bullshit narrative of “if you didn’t do anything wrong then why do you need a lawyer?” the purpose of both these terrible stupid pro-cop arguments are to deny you your legal rights.
Someone else said it very well here on this website:
A government whose people lose their rights once they become criminals has a very vested interest in making their critics criminals.
i like when ventposts self censor in a way thats completely incomprehensible to anyone else like ‘im so sick of ****** ******* ******’ . im sorry that youre going through it. can i buy a vowel
I like counting the asterisks and guessing what the words are. Yours says 'im so sick of gnomes fucking people’
“A crab can be huge if it expands very large. I can not let tha thappen”
