Okay, granted, it’s been a while since I’ve seen “all trans readers
like one kind of fic, and no trans readers ever like another kind of
fic, so it is Transphobia when you write the Wrong Kind.”
…but it hasn’t been that long since I’ve seen someone quietly wonder if they’re a Bad Trans Person for having preferences.
So
it’s never a bad time to say: different people have different needs,
and it’s okay to be fulfilled by different kinds of stories!
(heck, the same person might have different needs at different points in their own life, and that’s okay too)
The internet is flooded with AI-generated photos and they’re getting harder to spot.
Most of the time AI is used for click-farming, but lately images have been used in fake news stories and product scams.
Most important: THINK CRITICALLY. AI will eventually get too good to make obvious mistakes. Being media literate means checking not just if an image is real, but if the source is trustworthy.
If you’re not sure, don’t share! You might be spreading misinformation.
“you don’t like the proliferation of terms like Unalive outside of TikTok because you realize that you’re aging out of youth culture and it makes you uncomfortable!”
no I don’t like it because there’s something INCREDIBLY dystopian about being forced to soften terms for basic parts of the human experience like death and sex (and even more so terms for oppressed minorities- call me a “le-dollar sign-bian” and I will bite you) purely because advertisers and corporations demand it
i make a lot of posts to the tune of “you’re allowed to be horny btw” because it’s becoming increasingly clear that adults being sexual in (clearly marked and blockable!) spaces is being stamped out and made out to be evil both legislatively and in the moral zeitgeist, especially among younger folks. not even in the “wait to be a horny adult online when you’re An Adult” way, just an ingrained puritanical outrage response to *anything* that isn’t chaste wholesome perfect all-ages allowed. it’s unnerving and scary.
friendly reminder that characters don’t need to be saints to be entertaining. and telling a story does not mean endorsement. art does not need to be all about morally good people.
IDK if this was meant as hyperbole but it’s literally true:
We are genuinely in a crisis of media literacy, with ever fewer genuinely factual resources available in the style and language used by contemporary audiences.
It may sound condescending, but we genuinely need to remind people, or worse, explain to them for the first time that art is not evidence of real world behaviour.
So, thank you, for this reminder. Genuinely.
You’re correct:
Art does not need to feature exclusively morally pure characters. Art is not proof of the creator’s secret, violent desires.
I’m losing my fucking shit because my mom is getting catfished by a guy that sends her pictures like this and it never once occurred to her that this….isnt a real picture that a real person would ever take, ever
me sitting in my la quinta inn room with my $10 million in solid gold bars
A year ago I got an anonymous message telling me that everything I post has already been foretold in a medium-sized book that they found in an eagle’s nest in 2008. Now every time I publish a post they tell me where in the book it was foretold. Like they send a message just saying (for example) “page 85 line 10”. The book isn’t in order, so it’s become sort of a personal hobby for them to find each day’s post, and eventually cross out all the posts in the book, kind of like a birdwatcher’s checklist. Once I asked them why they don’t just send me the book so i know what posts to make and they responded:
three reasons. 1, the book is very wormeaten. theres still enough left to match up ur posts to the posts in the book (tho sometimes it takes MUCH scrutiny!) but not nearly enough that u could write the exact post just from seeing the remaining text. 2, dont u enjoy coming up with posts? it seems like a lot less fun for u to just copy them out of a book. 3, some of the posts contain information about ur future that u definitely wouldnt want to know yet. u couldnt handle it.
on november 16th 2023 in the wee hours of the night a message was captured through the world’s tiniest microphone, the last words of a sugar ant tracing her comrade’s pheromone trails towards a beautiful, overflowing and carelessly (with no care in the world!) open jar of pacific northwest wildflower honey. as she marched onward towards the jar, teeming already with the sticky, broken corpses of her fellows trapped under the viscous flow, she was heard smacking her little ant lips and saying: “i fucking love free will. i love choice. love to choose what i do.”
