In the name of the faggot, the dyke, and the holy tranny, I bless you. Go forth my child, and have as much gay sex as possible
Adblockers are extremely cool because ads honestly suck ass. I know adblockers are basically just a bandaid on a bigger problem (companies keep trying to find new ways to advertise to us) that should be solved on more than just an individual level through actual structural change, but on an individual level it is still extremely righteous to reclaim your time from corporations. Anyway whenever I go to my friend's house and we watch YouTube on his smart TV or something I'm always genuinely shocked by the amount of ads they show on YouTube.
when your friend starts some drama and says “a little bird told me…” and you know full well you’re the little bird
“In order for white people and other people in privileged social locations to truly be invested in liberation work, they must be willing to not only see themselves, but also see the people they harm. They must be willing to set aside their intentions and see their impact. They must? In some sense, be willing to die: to experience death of the ego.”
- Grieving While Black by Breeshia Wade
“When I reflect on what I personally need from people who have inadvertently caused me harm by virtue of their social location, I recognize I don’t need them to feel guilty or ashamed. Feeling badly about one’s identity or privilege leads to being consumed by helplessness, and suffering is powerless to heal.
I need people to be accountable and aware, willing to unequivocally commit to attending their own suffering, not hiding or avoiding, so that I do not bear the consequences of their shrouded grief and pain.
White people have always had the key to address racism and misogynoir. They do not need marginalized people to actively teach them to be better while they argue about their intentions. The way to learn is to listen when a person chooses to describe their experience.”
-Grieving While Black by Breeshia Wade
My fellow Tumblr denizens may be confused by this image, but trust and believe that the chiveposting that has been happening is in a chef/back-of-house subreddit and everyone has been so so loving and supportive (for line cooks) of this fellow who started it all by wanting to improve their knife skills. He is taking it all in good humor, the edits with the airplanes crashing into "towers" (wrong size long chives) have been consistently funny, and the mod comments of "we WILL continue chiveposting despite the haters of repetitive content bc We Like It" have been a delight. He was a few hours later than he normally posts today and the subreddit was in an uproar bc they feared something had happened to him, but thankfully he uodated with the above image and the shitposting hit the algorithm so hard it was briefly one of the top posts.
Please understand, we love the chive man. His sisyphusian attempts, which are never perfect, gives him an excuse to practice every day and his efforts are rewarded with updoots (high praise on a critical af platform)
Some day he might get bored and not post. Until then, chive on.
it's usually morally correct to make fun of the usa but whenever i hear british people do it it feels kinda tone deaf. idk if we have the high ground here guys. its like your mom making fun of your mental illness like ma'am where do you think i got it from.
in 2014 my friends and i went on omegle with the search term "furry" and people would ask "a/s/f/o" which is Age, Sex, Fursona (Species), Orientation and every single time we would respond with "I am Job the turtle. I am slow but I will rock you" and every single time they would immediately disconnect
sweet petite bunny didn't choose to be a monster
Please, stop whatever you're doing right now. Stop playing games, watching movies, following matches, or listening to music... Leave everything else for just one minute, and sit with yourself and ask yourself honestly: Did we deserve to die? Do we deserve to live this way? Do you think this is fair?
Are you happy that the war is over? It's as if you're happy that a tragic incident ended, while the bodies are still there, the wounded are untreated, and the destruction remains untouched.
This is us now. We've been left like a crime scene after everyone has left, with the wounds open and the devastation untouched. We're still here, trying to survive. If your answer is "no," if you still see us as human beings, then do something.
another drag artist did High Hopes at pride yesterday and another angel lost its wings and died and no one gives a fuck
no one ever does any good Panic! songs for their drag routines and it kills me. who is going to open a drag show with The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage. is it gonna have to be me? I'm afraid it's gonna have to be me
ALTSometimes anti-fascism looks like having tamales for lunch.
when i was younger and stupid and in the (glass) closet i was dating the son of a pharmacologist. this man had made millions developing medications. he was fond of me and privately told me i was too funny and smart to be dating boys.
he also said that it was incredibly unlikely that sexism will ever be resolved in the medical field. that the majority of medications i will ever take - even some of which are "for women" - will not be clinically tested on my body.
the problem, he said, was in getting any human clinical trial approved. to test on a body with a uterus - any body, even elderly patients or those who have been sterilized - was often nigh-impossible, because the concern was that the test patient may, at any point, become pregnant. once/if the patient became pregnant, the study would not be about "the effects of New Medication on the body." instead, the trial would fail - the results would be "the effects of New Medication on a developing fetus/pregnant patient."
it was massively easier, he said, to just test without accounting for a uterus. that's how he phrased it - accounting for a uterus.
at the time, i remember him talking about the ethical implications of testing on a developing fetus; how such testing could theoretically bankrupt a company if a lawsuit was filed. he talked about informed consent and about how long it took for any legislation to be passed about this - that in 1993; the year i was born, it finally became illegal to outright exclude women and minorities from clinical trials.
i remember him shrugging. "that's not to say it doesn't happen," he said. my ears were ringing.
i was thinking about how every time i have been rushed to the ER, the first thing they have asked me is if i am pregnant. when i broke my wrist at 16 years old - despite never having had sex - they made me wait three hours for the test to come back negative before they gave me pain meds. the possibility of a child haunts my health.
how many people have died on the table because they were waiting for the pregnancy test before treatment. how many people have died on the table because they were pregnant, and the only thing we care about is the fetus.
it is hard to explain to other people, but it feels like some kind of strange ghost. our entire lives, we are supposed to "save" our bodies for our future partners. but really we are just saving the body for the future child, aren't we? that hovering future-almost that cartwheels around in a miasma. you can't get your tubes tied, what if you change your mind? think of the child you must have, eventually.
who cares about you and your actual safety. think about what you could be carrying.
I love signs where it's obvious something is supposed to be a list but it's written ambiguously. "no smoking skateboarding dogs" why not I'd pay to see that
man i love playing with my planes
