transfem bi autistic she/they I'll talk too much about poetry or Early Modern England
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I'm not nearly as well studied as I ought to be, though Fidel Castro and the Cuban Revolution may to be an interesting history to look into. Even Wikipedia has to admit that it has some of the most progressive trans healtbcare laws in the world, among other things I ought to be remembering right now.
One of my favorite poetry books is Saborami by Cecilia Vicuña, which was written in the two months after a US back coup overthrew the Chilean socialist coalition. Allende's presidency could be worth looking into since it's an example of a liberal democracy electing a Marxist president, which iirc makes it quite unlike the revolutions you've mentioned.
by far the most annoying thing about how liberals and anarchists talk about marxism is when they'll pose these absurd hypotheticals that could be easily answered by looking at any of the succesful socialist revolutions in history or honestly even the unsuccesful ones
So sick of dog motif what about cat motif.
I love you but we don't love the same. I can't be near you when you want me to be. Your love is smothering and your need to keep me safe is trapping me. I'm my own person but I don't know how to show you that. I lash out and hurt you even though I don't mean to. I need you to move slowly around me or I'll bolt. I love you, even though I don't say it. If you stay still I'll sit next to you, and even though we don't understand each other we can be together like that.
i am pro-copyright infringement. anybody who does fanfiction or fanart or anything should be pro-copyright infringement and obviously we are on the Fanart Website. why this is not a more popular stance among people who spend all their time doing transformative works is beyond me
reblog if you’re NOT tumblr famous, but you ARE tired and kinda gay
hot take on universities / higher education?
They’re both training for bureaucrats, professionals, or or managers of capital and have some value when they still represent the bourgeois idea of educating fully rounded individuals, but individuals educated in that way go nowhere unless there’s a social movement and general movement culture they can be absorbed into.
In America universities for the past few generations have pretty much just been real estate investment companies and the students are just customers buying degrees and their education isn’t worth anything at all, in many cases even for what they’re training to hyperspecialize in. The fact that the universities here are entirely streamlined for investment purposes and treat students as customers means that students are even more removed from any consciousness that could lead to linking up with working class revolutionary struggles.
Yet at the same time student activism is also some of the easiest to coordinate because you’ve got all these people living in the same place with a bunch of venues for public life. The problem is that it’s mostly isolated, disconnected, and is at the mercy of the routine of the average student’s time in undergrad where they graduate and just leave and there might be no continuity for an organization at all. This is pretty much why in the U.S. and elsewhere almost every social movement has been based primarily on students and has pretty much followed the routine of school schedules and student attitudes. We won’t get out of this situation until what little exists of the labor struggles in the US start turning to seizing free time and free public spaces and separating those demands from individuated consumption time and shit.
In the future ideally education would fuse polytechnical education with humanist education, especially in order to promote a relationship to labor as something other than capital and as a means to enrich our own lives. Basically the opposite of what we have now in the US where people hyperspecialize in STEM and become pure instrumentally rational monsters working for Boeing and shit or they become humanities people and relate to it just as a potential academic career or hobby instead of relating to the ideal of a well rounded human being
New Crow Time 🐦⬛🦊🌟
re-reading hdg and it’s popping back up on my fyp again, and i think a part of why it’s so beloved is that’s it is unbelievably and irredeemably fucked up. It is a race of hyper intelligent, indestructible and unfathomably advanced people whose entire culture is built around abusing your biochemistry on a level that supersedes your sentience, and you are a victim.
“i wish the affini were here-”
WHERES THE FUN IN THAT!
re-reading hdg and it’s popping back up on my fyp again, and i think a part of why it’s so beloved is that’s it is unbelievably and irredeemably fucked up. It is a race of hyper intelligent, indestructible and unfathomably advanced people whose entire culture is built around abusing your biochemistry on a level that supersedes your sentience, and you are a victim.
“i wish the affini were here-”
WHERES THE FUN IN THAT!
The question of who “controls” the autism diagnosis or “defines” what it means to be autistic is already a fraught one within the autism community. One potential answer is that the psychiatric community (via the DSM) defines autism. But a growing body of collective literature written by autistic people, the reported individual experiences of people on the spectrum, and popular culture representations of autism all add different angles to that definition (or, in the case of some narratives written by autistic people, completely rewrite it). Autobiographies written by people on the spectrum present an increasingly common way of “talking back” against the definition of autism presented in the DSM. Of course, one potential definition of autism is that it is not neurotypical—autism is a social construct that exists solely in opposition to what is considered normative and could be described as whatever a particular society perceives as falling outside of that norm. Ultimately, autism is a fluid signifier that works through multiple meanings in our culture. All of the possible sources of definition for the condition are subjective—and despite the vaunted objectivity of the medical profession, the criteria provided by the DSM are as subjective as any others.
Imagining Autism (Fiction and Stereotypes on the Spectrum) Sonya Freeman-Loftis
hey you said that exact thing in run 47 of my simulation of the conversation we’re having right now! isn’t that wild?
Honestly, whichever happens to be in my mouth at the moment :3
which is better, massive girldick or not massive girldick??
she/her they/them
Want to learn something new in 2022??
Absolute beginner adult ballet series (fabulous beginning teacher)
40 piano lessons for beginners (some of the best explanations for piano I’ve ever seen)
Excellent basic crochet video series
Basic knitting (probably the best how to knit video out there)
Pre-Free Figure Skate Levels A-D guides and practice activities (each video builds up with exercises to the actual moves!)
How to draw character faces video (very funny, surprisingly instructive?)
Another drawing character faces video
Literally my favorite art pose hack
Tutorial of how to make a whole ass Stardew Valley esque farming game in Gamemaker Studios 2??
Introduction to flying small aircrafts
French/Dutch/Fishtail braiding
Playing the guitar for beginners (well paced and excellent instructor)
Playing the violin for beginners (really good practical tips mixed in)
Color theory in digital art (not of the children’s hospital variety)
Retake classes you hated but now there’s zero stakes:
Calculus 1 (full semester class)
Learn basic statistics (free textbook)
Introduction to college physics (free textbook)
Introduction to accounting (free textbook)
Learn a language:
Ancient Greek
Latin
Spanish
German
Japanese (grammar guide) (for dummies)
French
Russian (pretty good cyrillic guide!)
Part one
sorry, youve probably answered this before but i couldn't find it. what is the picture in your header?
It's a picture taken at the farewell of the International Brigades in Barcelona, October of 1938, here is another which some might recognize from my old blog's last pfp
They are singing The Internationale, with the right-hand-on-temple salute that's traditional amongst communists, at least in Spain.
The Brigades were forced out of Spain by the Republic's government's decision to appeal to the League of Nations, so they would also force the Italian and German detachments to also leave Spain. The League of Nations formed a commission to supervise the dissolution and repatriation of all Brigadiers, but such a Commission was never sent to the fascist side, you can read about that in this post I made.
Alvah Bessie (you should read about him, he's great), a USamerican brigadier, journalist and blacklisted actor wrote in his diary [x]:
October 20th: woken up at 4 a.m. to compile a list of nationals [unclear to me if he refers to Spaniards in general or just the fascists, as their side was sometimes called "the nationals"] present here and to hand it over to the League of Nations' Commission, which should arrive today. Said Commission has not made an appearance, but it is known they were in Barcelona yesterday, drinking cocktails. There are 214 US Americans (a great deal of them were never seen in the Lincoln [Brigade]) linked to other services (Mobile park, Division, kitchen, sanitation, search and rescue, hospitals, etc.) [...] October 27th: [...] The Commission is hostile to us (the IB) and to Spain, they insult the Spanish officials and their peoples. They are doing everything that is possible to harm their mission
In their farewell in Barcelona, attended by the President of the Republic, Manuel Azaña; the President of Catalonia, Lluis Companys, and others, Dolores Ibárruri, the would-be General Secretary of the PCE during most of its exile (1942-1960), said in her speech:
From all peoples and all races, you came to us as our own brothers, as sons of an inmortal Spain, and in the harshest days of our war, when the Republic's capital was under threat, it was you, brave comrades of the International Brigades, who contributed to saving it with your combative enthusiasm, heroism and spirit of sacrifice. And Jarama, and Guadalajara, and Brunete, and Belchite, and Levante, and the Ebro, sing with immortal verses the valor, abnegation, bravery, and discipline of the men of the International Brigades
because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
you sit down at the edh table and across from you is a cute girlboy with auburn hair wearing a slightly oversized yellow t-shirt and fishnets under short shorts. she says she's playing a rakdos storm deck and her commander is Flamewar, a card from the transformers cross-over you completely forgot about. you notice her graphic tee also features a feminine and winking Flamewar-- or you are pretty sure, but cant be certain because the girlboy's substantial tits are heavily distorting the image. attached to the shirt appears to be a few miscellaineous metal pins, including a blue yoshi egg. she rolls a simic gatecrash d20-- "looks like i'm going first~!" gosh, such a pretty voice. she plays a swamp into a blood fountain turn one.
this pride, i learnt about the Palestinian trans woman Oscar Al-Halabiye, dancer and resistance fighter against the israeli occupation in Southern Lebanon. she named herself Oscar after Lady Oscar from the "The Rose of Versailles", a Japanese manga series written and illustrated by Riyoko Ikeda.
her story is documented in Cinema Fouad(1993). zionists use pink washing to reinforce their genocidal terrorist narrative when queer Palestinians have been fighting against the occupation since the very beginning. you can watch it here with english subtitles. long live the intifada!
Sobbing right now bcs I was flirting with a guy I met while playing League of Legends and he blocked me after I told him I was transfem... I even wrote him an awesome pickup line. T.T
So anyway, if there are any cool friends who wanna flirt and play League PLEASE DM me asap.