“Polyamory never works” and neither does monogamy considering that 40% divorce rate.
Maybe human relationships and bonds aren’t meant to be eternal? Stop swallowing the Disney-esque propaganda that there is one true love for everybody and when you find them you’ll be together forever. No, human bonds are temporary because human lives are temporary. Enjoy them while you can.
IRL this thing is six feet tall and I absolutely do not want to stand in front of it.
i want to make a butthole joke but also this thing FEELS sentient and i’m kind of afraid if i am obscene in its presence it may turn its gaze upon me in a way that i do not enjoy. how is it so funny looking and so INTENSE at the same time ???
I think… clever use of textures and values, telling you that it is in a rough surface, and that the color black on that surface has a certain appearance, then contrasting with the “black hole” which has a different texture and a darker, nonreflective black. This makes the hole appear to go through the canvas. The pink fade adds depth. It’s funny because it’s simple, but not something you’ve seen before, and there’s no apparent reason for doing it.
Happened to glance over at my coworker and her phone was at just the right angle and she is ON TUMBLR. what if we have reblogged each other and don’t know it.
Should I make an anti-k counter blog? It’s basically gonna count all the letters EXCEPT for the letter k. It’s also gonna keep track of how many times each letter has been used.
I see it built in front of me and I still don’t understand
The credit links to an Instagram account that shared her video, not her actual Instagram account. The artist is called Julia Stankevych, she’s from Ukraine, and her Instagram is julia.stankevych where she shares videos of her paintings.
btw palestinians have been saying this would happen for 130 days and all leaders in the world have brushed us off. everyone refused to listen to us when we said they were going to kill our people regardless of where they stay. we have been saying again and again, they will gather these people in the south in order to kill them all at once.
وين نروح ؟؟؟
palestinians in the north of gaza are getting killed for staying, but those leaving to the south (which was called a “safe zone”) are killed on their way there. those who got to the south are killed by snipers and, now, carpet bombing. palestinians can’t even go to egypt anymore . they are killed before they get there.
imagine you woke up one day and you were seeing through someone’s eyes, hearing everything they heard, feeling everything they felt, even being affected by their emotional state.
at first it would be incredibly weird, but as the days pass you gradually start to get used to it and their behaviour becomes familiar, even reassuring.
after a while you would get so good at predicting their actions that it wouldn’t even feel like you are a passenger along for the ride, but that you are controlling their actions, although occasionally they would still take you by surprise leaving you baffled as to why they would say this or do that.
you would feel protective of your host, especially since you feel their pain and emotional turmoil, but sometimes you would hate them, for their clumsiness, their awkwardness, their repeated failure. sometimes they might lash out and do things that hurt themselves (and you!) leaving you helplessly wondering why.
yeah this is a metaphor for consciousness, you’re already living like this.
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So I wanted to put this together not because anyone needs to see all of this stuff, or read every word here, but because I think compiling these kinds of posts is useful when we’re talking about transmasc issues in the community.
There is, frankly, way too much for anyone to go through and dissect here. It’s exhausting, and it stressed me out just trying to find the posts to make this. I’m not going to go through everything here and point out why it’s all wrong. I don’t have that kind of time.
What I’m saying is that there is a problem.
Not that the problem is worse than anyone else’s, not that it’s the only problem, not that nobody else has problems on par with or even worse than this.
But there is a problem.
Transmascs are made to feel unwelcome- intentionally or not. There is dwindling space, there is less and less room for our voices. Less support for our perspectives. Less compassion for our experiences.
There is a hostility growing, an assumption that trans men are inherently violent people- are the oppressor. That we must be stopped, that we must be kept out of the community, that our oppression doesn’t matter or worse, doesn’t exist.
I lay this out for you because I want it to be clear why I and others are trying to build space for a healthier community for transmasculine folks; spaces that support and validate them, that are compassionate, trusting, and understanding (without allowing room for misogyny or transmisogyny). I want it to be very clear why I make the posts that I do, why I think it’s so important to change the broader understanding of transmasculine struggles and transphobic oppression.
I’m exhausted after compiling this. A lot of these posts are recent; this year, or within the last few. Some of them are older. Some of them are from my own inbox, or comments off my posts- and I left many of the posts I found out, too, prioritizing the ones that make sense without the surrounding context and the ones that contain their entire message, stated, and easy to understand. These posts are from other trans men, trans women, nonbinary people- from within our own community.
I just want folks to understand that this is something that exists, that people believe, and that can and does permeate spaces in ways we might not see right away. This is important. This matters. This isn’t okay.
So, I’ve mentioned this before but back in the day, I was deep into tumblr feminism/sj spaces and it fucked me up as much as any intensely culty environment will fuck anyone up. But hands down the biggest issue it caused me was making me feel guilty for bristling at ‘women and non-binaries’, and having social dysphoria. I wasn’t supposed to identify more with men’s experiences, because that made me a fundamentally bad and harmful person. I wasn’t supposed to find the term ‘shrimp dick’ horrifically offensive and dysphoria inducing because it was trans women saying it. I wasn’t supposed to want horrible, evil testosterone. I certainly wasn’t supposed to EVER mention times my obvious gender shit put me in unsafe situations.
It’s been a long ass time since I was down that rabbit hole and honestly, while I’ve shaken most of the other hardcore SJ stuff off (like, I know longer think I have believe whatever anyone says if they tick enough boxes), the anti trans masc stuff has really stuck with me. In 4 days I’m going to my first appointment with the trans team in Reykjavik and I’m excited and terrified for all the normal trans reasons but I STILL feel guilty, even if I recognise it as unnecessary guilt. I STILL feel like this is something I’m not supposed to talk about, and that I’m not supposed to feel a connection to other trans masc people without vetting them to make sure they’re sufficiently self-flagellatory for being the wrong kind of trans.
Hell, despite using a different name than the one on my birth certifcate for the last decade, I’m only just looking into getting it changed on my passport because when I first started using my name, I was in this fucked up pit of tumblr and I felt like I was somehow appropriating transness by wanting a more androgynous name. And I felt insanely self conscious about having picked something with an ‘ay’ sound in it before I realised that names like that are something to be mocked and used as proof of what a shitty person you are.
This kind of blatant bigotry is fucked up in the extreme and it fucks people up in turn.
it costs zero dollars to be niceys, and friendly. it costs two dollars fifty sense for a ice pop from the ice cream truck. do you want me to spot you? im happy to because i love ypu
People against piracy fail to realize that no, I can’t just ‘buy it.’ They stopped making DVDs and Blu-Rays. They’re barely offering digital copies for download. I am not spending money I could use for food or bills to pay for a subscription service just so I can always have access to a beloved piece of media. Especially not when the service will remove media on a whim without concern for how the loss of access to that piece will make its artistic conservation nigh impossible.
For example, I recently learned that Disney+ had an original film called Crater. It’s scifi, family friendly, and seems cool - I would love to buy it as a holiday gift for my little brother! But: it’s exclusive to D+ and THEY REMOVED IT LITERALLY MONTHS AFTER ITS RELEASE.
The ONLY way I can directly access this film is through piracy. The ONLY available ‘copies’ of this film are hosted on piracy websites. Disney will NEVER release it in theaters, or as something to buy, and it may NEVER return to the streaming service. It will be LOST because we aren’t allowed to purchase it for personal viewing. If I can’t pay to own it, I won’t pay for the privilege of losing it when corporate decides to put it in a vault.
To be clear, this isn’t a bit. This is what they actually did. “Its too late” is the new “Climate change isn’t real”… And its still a lie!
Every serious climate scientist agrees that there is no such as thing as too late, just as there is no such thing as too early. We should have done a lot more than we have to fight climate change, and the world will suffer for our inaction, but there is no point of no return. We can always work to reduce the amount of suffering that occurs, and eventually turn things around to the point where our planet is healing once again. Do not believe anyone who says it’s “too late”.
trying your best does not mean putting an unbearable amount of strain on yourself.
Realizing that my best was not putting in 110% every day until it very nearly killed me was an incredibly hard thing to unlearn. Still unlearning it a little more each day.
i love finding poetry in the mundane, and yesterday i stumbled upon something that just hits that spot
So, my partner has an old phone- It served them for many years now, but it has one issue: Charging it is hard. Their current charger is hanging on by a thread (literally), and can barely do its job. The phone and the charger came together: They’ve never used another charger for said phone.
Now, they’ve tried to replace the charging cord several times. But it doesn’t matter how much they’ve searched what damned specific charger the phone uses, none of them work. They finally decided to bring it to a phone shop and ask what should they use.
The guy at the shop looked at the phone for a bit, and explained: “The port itself is broken. The charger you have works with this phone because they’ve mutually broken each other into the same shape, in a way that no other charger is shaped. The port itself has corroded in a way that only accepts the charger that shaped it like that in the first place.”
And while this is of course a frustrating situation for my partner, I feel like there’s a metaphor here. I could write a goddamn story about this. These two half-broken old things have been together for so long they’ve destroyed each other in a way that keeps them from working with anything else. They’ve hurt each other in a way that barely keeps them functioning together, and have been rendered useless with literally anything else.
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