OH GOD HOW DO YOU WRITE SMUT HOW SHOULD I START
[Image: a Microsoft Word document with a single word: “butts.”]
OK THAT IS A GOOD START TIME FOR A BREAK
No you’re done post it you’re golden
I do what I want.
Yes, I know that punctuation “goes” inside the quotation marks. Oh well, I like it better outside unless the punctuation logically goes with whatever is inside the quotation marks :)
Thanks for assuming that I don’t know what I’m doing and need your input. You can go now.
Yeah, I do the same with punctuation and quote marks, just because the “right” way doesn’t even make sense.
(Also, in this case, the “right” way is actually just the U.S. way. So there’s that.)
ugh i remember how i had to untrain myself to do this in high school and college in order to get good grades.
also someone got on me for a fucking comma splice on facebook the other day. because we have to protect the semicolon right
yeah formalized grammar is nonsense
I know, right? “PROTECT THE POOR OPPRESSED SEMICOLON! BECAUSE CLEARLY THIS IS AN IMPORTANT SOCIAL ISSUE OF OUR TIMES!”
lol, whatever.
I do what I want.
Yes, I know that punctuation “goes” inside the quotation marks. Oh well, I like it better outside unless the punctuation logically goes with whatever is inside the quotation marks :)
Thanks for assuming that I don’t know what I’m doing and need your input. You can go now.
Yeah, I do the same with punctuation and quote marks, just because the “right” way doesn’t even make sense.
(Also, in this case, the “right” way is actually just the U.S. way. So there’s that.)
Yay me. I guess.
So I just realised. A lot of people, when you say you have a friend on the internet, go “but you don’t know! They could be a middle aged man pretending to be an teenage girl!”
They dont know that most of these people are my RP partners.
And are teenage girls pretending to be middle aged men.
(via knitmeapony)
Because what they invariably mean is, “go be anxious/ptsd-having/chronically ill/etc somewhere else, it has nothing to do with ~the movement~ or ~the community~, your problem is not taking care of your SELF”
“Let’s all remember to do self-care” = “let’s all remember to go home and take care of ourselves in private so we can all continue to appear to be/try to be superhuman in public”
Shit that I don’t give a crap about in self-care discourse: any form of self-care that comes down to consumerism/spending time and money that are huge privileges to have, like “oh buy some nice bath bombs and take a bubble bath, you’ll feel so much better [it’ll be like you were never even beaten by cops]!!!”
Shit I am interested in hearing about: how we can create some kind of community/network/whatever where people aren’t so fucking afraid to reach out for help or extend help to others that we couch our disengagement from each other in terms like “self-care”. How activist burnout is inseparable from alienation from activist communities, and what that means. How “self care” is even sometimes used by abusers to protect themselves from accountability processes because those make them feel “unsafe”.
*applause* It’s a fundamentally capitalist discourse, in a way, that we as activists have this responsibility to make ourselves productive, our worth is determined by our productivity, and any impedances to this productivity must be dealt with, and on our own time/with our own energy/with our own resources.
Sure we’re fighting for a society where people are cared for (however that looks to each of us), but heaven forfend we actually do what we can in the immediate to bring that to pass for each other.
Ooh I like this commentary.
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Faux pockets are an abomination. If you’re going to bother putting pocket flaps on something, add the G-d damn pockets.
No love,
Jilli
And make the pockets deeper, you soulless bastards.
I tend to make my own pockets deeper (it’s really pretty easy to cut them open and sew on an extension)
But that still takes time and sewing supplies, so… YES.
Also fuck faux pockets.
OMG yessssssssss. What is the point of those, seriously?
OH GOD HOW DO YOU WRITE SMUT HOW SHOULD I START
[Image: a Microsoft Word document with a single word: “butts.”]
OK THAT IS A GOOD START TIME FOR A BREAK
No you’re done post it you’re golden
Yeah, I mean, this is pretty good as is.
lol
(via knitmeapony)
things that aren’t funny
- misgendering justin bieber
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I get asked a lot what it’s like to be a trans woman. Sometimes it’s worded in sort of a dismissive manner, e.g., “How do you know you’re a woman?” Other times, it really is an honest question. There are a lot of cis folks who just genuinely want to understand what it’s like.
I think Lisa Harney already did a pretty good job of getting to the real core of the matter, which is that it hurts to have the wrong body and to be socialized into the wrong role. But, if y’all don’t mind, I’d like to explore this a bit more.
(Note here that I’m talking specifically about being a trans woman, because that’s what I have the most experience with. I don’t mean to erase anyone; quite the contrary, I want to make sure that I’m not speaking for/over trans* folks with different experiences than me.)
Being a trans woman means waking up to the horrifying realization that you have to spend another day in this completely wrong, ill-fitting body. It means being reminded, as you live and move throughout the day, of all the ways in which it fails to match the map in your brain.
Being a trans woman means that people will try to place their own meanings onto your body, onto you. It means constantly having to fight to define your own self and your own body, and fighting off all who would try to do it for you.
Being a trans woman means being a target of misogyny, and yet being systematically denied most of the resources available to women to deal with that. It means being treated with suspicion (at best!) by women who ostensibly care about gender liberation. It means having your needs ignored, dismissed and postponed by queer groups who purport to fight for you.
Being a trans woman means having your every act, every word, every vocal inflection, relentlessly analyzed and then declared either “too feminine” or “not feminine enough”. It means people will try to invalidate your very selfhood on this basis.
Being a trans woman means being expected to justify your womanhood to random people whom you’ve never met before and whom you’ll never see again.
Being a trans woman means being taught, almost from birth, to doubt your own reality. It means learning to “go along” with people’s misconceptions because sometimes it’s the only way to stay safe. It means having to swim against the tide of all kinds of legal, social, and (pseudo)scientific notions of gender that harm us all.
Being a trans woman means that, even though not only the entire world but your own body is against you, you choose to be who you are anyway. Because there’s no other choice you can live with.
This is my experience, anyway. And like I’ve said, I’m one of the lucky ones. I’m white; I’m (sort of) able to work; I have a place to stay; I have a reasonably decent support system. I can’t begin to imagine how much more difficult it must be to be a less privileged trans woman than me. I admire the fuck out of all those women, and I want to support them in any way I can.
I hope that you, too, will support all trans women (but especially those less privileged, especially TWoC) as they fight to be themselves.
…and it’s not going away.
Thanks, friends.