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You’re talking like we don’t already have the perfect example

these tags made me so mad for no reason. u don’t understand him at all first of all like 40% of his correspondence is via email its the 90s second he definitely checks it all the time bc he’s probably subscribed to a hundred different stupid ass e-newsletters. use your head

he forwards her like bloody mary spam emails pretending he wants to investigate it just to piss her off

YES ^

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dear tumblr

This is hard for me to say.

I think I–and all of us–need to apologize to you, tumblr.  Yes, this is a hellsite, every possible design choice made is counter-intuitive to the aesthetics and logical processes of the brain of pretty much any humans, not just those who you cloned to get their skin that I assume you are wearing when you came to our planet for whatever shit aliens do and wanted to blend.

You are a dumpster fire, yes, but over the years, we were warmed by that fire or Stockholmed into thinking we were which is basically the same thing. We could leave–I mean, logically, I know that’s possible–but we don’t.  Yeah, I got nothing, I can see the doors but I can’t seem to get to them.

Anyway, we were hostile. We did not defend you when other social media sites made fun of you.  Which may explain those design choices, now that I think about it.  Yes, you did set an ai bot to catch porn and thought we got off to sexy geometic shapes like triangles, but looking back, that was kind of charming and the memes were amazing. You’re still here–I genuinely do not know how you managed–and we still come here and are reassured to see you are still very weird but now sometimes there are crabs and bells. I don’t think you actively hate your users, either, you just don’t understand people or sentient beings, so maybe you’re just bad at showing affection and are super passive-aggressive. 

Look, I”m saying you may be a hellsite but you are our hellsite and I don’t think we tell you that enough.

And right now, there is a fair to good chance that in the vast landscape of the giants of social media, you will be the last one standing and seriously, what the fuck?  This was not on my bingo card in this or any alternative universe. You did it by dint of not actively hating your users and publicly picking fights with them then taunting them when they rebelled, engaging in random acts of self-mutilation of your infrastructure for lols or being elon musk. I mean, that’s a pretty fucking low bar, come think, and honestly, it shouldn’t be that hard to clear it, but you’re pretty much the only one who did.

I say this with total sincerity and a sense that reality is crumbling around me: congratulations. I think you are going to win the social media wars.  I mean, yeah, you could disappear like tomorrow–I actually kind of expect that daily–but you will be the only one we won’t actively hate so yeah, you still win.  I am going to drink–quite a bit maybe forever–in your honor.

Hugs and kisses,

seperis

Don't. Take. The. Bait.

OP: "So it turns out the plucking of the hairpin and the hairstyle falling apart the way it does in novels really is real."

Adult Swim making an unholy amount of sense.

SHUT UP, IT’S HIS MOMENT! THERE’RE NO MORE IMPORTANT NEWS THAN THE ANGEL BEING GAY!!! 

trans furry hackers rise up

This guy raised an abandoned moose calf with his Horses, and believe it or not, he has trained it for lumber removal and other hauling tasks. Given the 2,000 pounds of robust muscle, and the splayed, grippy hooves, he claims it is the best work animal he has. He says the secret to keeping the moose around is a sweet salt lick, although, during the rut he disappears for a couple of weeks, but always comes home…. Impressive !! MINNESOTA CLYDESDALE

why are moose so terrifyingly large

Because they’re pretty much legit surviving Ice Age megafauna and almost everything was bigger back then

his moose leaves for a few weeks to Fuck

And comes back because he figures he has a pretty sweet deal.  Oats, salt, probably some treats and scratches, for the price of some basic pulling and advanced not murdering fools?

Sometimes I think people give themselves too much credit for animal domestication.  Sometimes the main character of the domestication story is some terrifying beast who reasons, “But salt though.”

#it’s basically a big cat: will domesticate on own terms, for snacks

Ten million dollars to find it. I wonder how many refugees that could have saved.

if you set off a rube goldberg type death trap to kill someone, if it's a long enough machine, it ceases to become your fault if somebody dies at the end. that's how I've gotten away with it all these years, and why I'm still going to heaven.

— capitalists

just as surprisingly relevant as the last time i re-blogged it.

My girlfriend and I talk a lot about our different generations of queerness, because she was doing queer activism in the 1990s and I wasn’t.

And she’s supportive of my writing about queerness but also kind of bitter about how quickly her entire generation’s history has disappeared into a bland “AIDS was bad, gay marriage solved homophobia” narrative, and now we’re having to play catch-up to educate young LGBTQ+ people about queer history and queer theory. It gets pretty raw sometimes.

I mean, a large part of the reason TERFs have been good at educating the young and queer people haven’t is, in the 80s and 90s the leading lights of TERFdom got tenured university positions, and the leading lights of queerdom died of AIDS.

“Excuse us,” she said bitterly the other day, not at me but to me, “for not laying the groundwork for children we never thought we’d have in a future none of us thought we’d be alive for.”

“the reason TERFs have been good at educating the young and queer people haven’t is, in the 80s and 90s the leading lights of TERFdom got tenured university positions, and the leading lights of queerdom died of AIDS.”

thank you for giving me a good reason to finish my dissertation and try to make it in the academy

Wait, idk LGBTQ+ history, but they died of AIDS cause, what, hospitals refused to treat them or…?

Oh heck yeah.

When an epidemic happens, public health agencies spend millions of dollars trying to understand what happens: Why are people sick or dying? What caused it? Who else is at risk? Government health departments like the Centres for Disease control and private companies both invest hundreds of millions of dollars into preserving public health. This happened in 1977, when military veterans who all attended the same gathering began to get sick with a strange type of pneumonia, with 182 cases and 29 dead, and the CDC traced the illness to a bacterium distributed by the air conditioning system of a hotel they all stayed at, and in 1982, when seven people died of tainted Tylenol, and pharmaceutical companies changed the entire way their products were made and packaged to prevent more deaths.

Meanwhile, the AIDS epidemic took six years to be recognized by the CDC (1975-1981) because at first the only people dying were intravenous drug users, which is to say, heroin addicts; when it was recognized, President Reagan’s government pressured the CDC to spend as little time and money on AIDS as possible, because they literally didn’t think gay lives were important. So yes, hospitals refused to treat them and medical staff treated them as disgusting people who deserved to die, but also, there was very little funding for scientists to understand what this disease was, what caused it, where it came from, how it spread, or how to stop it. The LGBTQ+ community had to organize and fight to get hospitals to treat them, to fund scientific research, to be legally allowed to buy the drugs that kept them alive, and to have access to treatment. An effective treatment for AIDS wasn’t found until 1995.

And it’s ongoing; a lot of the difficulty of fighting AIDS in Africa is that it’s seen as “the gay disease” (and thanks to European colonialism, even African societies that used to be okay with us were taught to think LGBTQ+ people are bad).  Even now that we have medications that can treat or prevent AIDS, they’re incredibly expensive and hard to get; in 2015, New York businessman Martin Shkreli acquired the exclusive right to make a drug that treats an AIDS-related disease, and raised its price from $13.50 a pill to $750 a pill. 

Here’s one history on what it was like to have and fight AIDS, one history on how politicians responded to the epidemic, and if you can get a copy of the documentary How to Survive a Plague, it’s a good introduction, because it’s about how AIDS patients had to fight for their lives. A lot of these histories are imperfect and incomplete, because privilege played a big part in whose lives and deaths were seen as important–Poor people, people of colour, trans people, and drug addicts were less likely to be able to afford or access medical care, and more likely to die without being remembered; histories often tend to focus on straight people who got AIDS through no fault of their own, and then white cis gay men who seem more “respectable” and “relatable”.  

I mean, people who will talk about how homophobia led to neglect of AIDS still find ways not to mention that AIDS isn’t just sexually transmitted; it’s hugely a disease of drug addicts, because sharing needles is a huge way the disease spreads. But because society always thinks, oh, drug addicts are bad and disgusting people and of course criminals, that often gets neatly dropped from the histories, and it’s still hard to get people to agree to things that keep drug addicts alive, like needle exchanges and supervised injection sites. But if you want my rant about how the war on drugs is bullshit used to control poor people and people of colour, and drugs shouldn’t be criminalized, you’ll have to ask for that separately.

They died of AIDS because

Picture from 1993:

We lost basically a whole generation of the queer community.

As a current AIDS survivor, this is really important information. I was diagnosed not only HIV positive in 2014, but I had already progressed to an AIDS diagnosis. Knowing how far we’ve come with treatment and what the trials and tribulations of those who came before cannot and must not ever be forgotten. Awareness is the number one goal. I often speak to the microbiology students at my university to explain what it’s like to live with, how the medications work, side effects, how it’s affected my daily life, and just raise general awareness.

Before my diagnosis, I, like many others, was clueless to how far treatment has come. I was still under the belief my diagnosis was a death sentence. Moving forward, even if only one person hears my story, that’s one more person that’s educated and can raise awareness.

I believe it’s time for us as a society to start better education of this disease. The vast majority of the people I’ve spoken to are receptive to the knowledge of my status, and I’ve received lots of support from loved ones, friends, and total strangers. It’s time to beat the stigma.

This is slightly off-point, but as for the cost, I wanted to mention that some pharmacies have specialties that let them get special coupons/programs and stuff to save money.

A bottle of Truvada (a month supply commonly used for treating this) is at least $3,000 out of pocket and insurance doesn’t usually take a lot off of that. But the pharmacy I work at is an HIV specialty and we always get te price down to less than $10.

If you’re on HIV meds and they’re ludicrously expensive, ask your local pharmacy manager if there are any local HIV specialty pharmacies that they know of. They might be able to help.

I think it’s important to emphasize that, while the diagnosis is no longer a death sentence, it is also true that people dying of AIDS because of homophobia is not history only.

My brother’s first boyfriend was kicked out/disowned by his parents for being queer, got AIDS, couldn’t afford treatment, and died.  He died in 2019, at around 20 years old.

In 2019.

Barely more than a kid.

Of a treatable disease.

Because of homophobia.

Because his parents cared more about not being associated with a queer person than they cared about their son’s literal life.

AIDS is not just history.  Neither is homophobia.

Back to history: When AIDS patients held die-ins, they went to hospitals, lay down in front of them, and literally waited to die.

If you’re young & either queer or queer-adjacent, think about the number of people out of the closet you know your own age & think about how many you know your parents age. They’re not stamping us out of the mould any quicker these days than in the ‘60s, except in lockstep with population growth. I think, growing up, my picture of relative numbers of queer people & straights was unavoidably impacted by the number of empty seats at our table. That might be the case for you too. The number of elders you never got to meet.

Remember this when people talk about how small the LGBTQIA+ population is. That it’s “such a small percentage of the population to be catered too”. Remember this and tell them, “that’s because homophobia killed them”.

This picture of the San Francisco Gay Men’s Chorus is often included with the “The men facing the camera/in white are the surviving members” but it leaves out something extremely important:

By 1996, all of the men facing the camera in the picture were dead.

Every.

Single.

One.

Eric Luse, the photographer, said this in a more recent article :

By 1996 the obituary list was almost 50 names longer than the entire choral roster. All of the positions plus four dozen more, gone. The obituary list continued to grow, too. The cost and availability of any treatments in the mid-late 90s continued to cause more death.

If you were queer in the 80s and 90s, you knew someone who had it and knew people who died from it. Period. I cannot stress the impact this had on the queer community and those of us who were alive at the time, and I know the scope of it is almost unimaginable to younger people today.

By 1996, there were NO surviving original members of the SFGMC. You need to know that when you see this picture.

Dozens of the men turned away from the camera here in this shot were also dead alongside the men in white. It is vital to recognize that.

There is no hope in this picture, it isn’t a display of a lucky few who avoided death. There is no “Well at least some of them survived” because no, they didn’t, and this time was so fucking bleak and painful it’s astonishing that anything got done. They’d march one week and die the next. Their friends would bury them in the morning and march in the afternoon. This went on for years.

Bigotry and hate and ignorance killed generations of queer people. It speaks to the sheer resilience of the community that from that all but state-sanctioned genocide, we have gained so much ground in the last few decades. Much is owed to the people who refused to stay quiet and who fought even on their deathbeds, so please consider learning about LGBTQ+ history as a way of continuing the fight and showing respect. Many of us coming of age at that time didn’t have that opportunity, and made it a point to learn and get involved as teenagers and young adults because we saw what we were losing.

Sing for two.

My fave part of this post is the repeated usage of the word “queer”. In a discussion about the hatred of LGBT people and how they were left to die by the government, it’s always a great idea to call them all a slur. Can you switch it up a bit and use “fag” next time?

There’s a really obvious reason why we’re using “queer”.

When talking about LGBTQ+ history, often we have to be really careful with the language we use, because how we understand things now is not how the people we’re talking about understood themselves at the time. We end up using phrases like, “People who we would now understand as gay or lesbian” or “experiences which modern transgender people often identify with”.

In this case? It’s because that’s the word they used.

(Many of them also used the words “fag” or “dyke”, but “queer” is more inclusive.)

When I talk about “the leading lights of queerness” I mean Queer Nation. I mean the people who contributed to Queer Theory. I mean people who deliberately chose to use that word. I mean me and my ex-girlfriend. We exist.

During the AIDS crisis especially, homophobia was so bad that a lot of people didn’t want to be known by any word associated with the gay community: Not gay, not homosexual, not queer, not anything. Epidemiologists had to create the category of “men who have sex with men” because there was literally no existing term that didn’t carry the weight of a slur. The purpose of using the word “queer” was for people to say, “Let’s stop running from the things society is calling us; let’s pick up the weapons they’ve hurled at us and start hurling them back. There is no level of socially acceptable we can be that will make them suddenly decide our lives matter. We’re here, we’re queer, get used to it.”  It meant very specifically embracing and defending their/our marginalized position.

Every word we’ve ever been known by has been a slur. We all have our own histories and flinch reactions. I grew up with “gay” and “lezzo” being used really hatefully around me, as well as “queer” and “dyke” and “fag”, and I have different comfort levels with all those different words.

/shrug emoji You can dislike the word all you like and ask that it not be used for you. But historically and today, a lot of us do use it for ourselves, and we constitute “the queer community” or “queerdom”. Which we don’t think is a bad thing. If you don’t want to join us, fine, but that doesn’t make us stop existing, and any other word you can call us would also be a slur, because our community is predicated on saying, “We are that thing you’re so afraid of. Get used to it.”

Speaking to the MSM point in the final addition.  Functionally a problem in trying to get studies going in the 80s and 90s that tried to figure out what in hell was going on was trying to get people into studies.  To answer questions.  Because you could lose your job, home, family, life if you incautiously admitted to being gay/queer/homosexual.  So among the men who were terrified of being on any kind of record as being gay because they self identified that way there were a whole host of people who didn’t actually see themselves as gay. Because it was just not something they could accept. But what always fascinated me was in the studies we did (I’m out of Vancouver, BC and have been part of an HIV/AIDS research organization since 96, for context) at one point we had a staunch group of individuals who were predominantly immigrants from other cultures who culturally had definitions of behaviour that didn’t align with North American behaviour labels. Insertive partners in some cultures are not gay as they were/are not mechanically different from “the normal male” sexual actor.  Receptive partners were.  Basically the thinking in some people’s minds is that women=receptive and insertive=male.  And if your sex didn’t match the sexual position…  Now. To be clear.  I’m not saying these things as a point of “this is what I think”.  This is what had been captured in interviews and conversations and studies over the years.  Some people aligned themselves these ways.  I’ve always seen it as part and parcel of the gender issues and misogyny that we’re still, 30 years later, arguing about.  As to the rest… I’ve written about this (and lectured and written and lectured and written) before.  In this particular thread even.  It will never stop amazing me the revisionism that happens around queer.  Those of us who were in large protesting crowds, remembering “We’re Here! We’re Queer! Get Over It!” being told “it’s never not been a slur/been used by us” just…wigs me out. What I remember?  What I remember is my now husband and then friends (and myself) knowing that the straight culture we lived in equated holding hands with a sexual act.  Holding hands in public as queer people was fucking.  It was viewed the same.  Today that seems ludicrous but it’s how it was.  Our being was an act of aggression, of sexual acts, of a political agenda.  A spiritual and moral violence. And we knew. Like everyone has known: the fear behind that was potentially a tool we could use. So standing in rooms with scientists and physicians who had decided we were dirty queers with sick fucking lives and minds, prone to acts of perversion and inhumanity?  We wore shirts with QUEER in big bold letters so when they talked to us, met our eyes, it was over the words they were whispering in their heads.  It was under the leather we wore, the sexualized outfits with no room for misinterpretation about FUCKING.  And SEX.  And in these meetings discussing policy and funding and science we stood there in our entirety on display, forcing them to look at us in all of this - to see we felt all of it was normal and not something we were ashamed of? How could the idea that sex was enjoyable be a topic of debate that had implications on our fundamental humanity?  Apparently people did, and do, think so. This all put us in positions of power in those negotiations.  Negotiations, do not ever forget often that were about whether or not their largess would allow us to live.  So while people were embarrassed to be confronted with their prejudices that they were comfortable expressing out of sight and hearing of us, we stood and HELD their eyes and their attention. Queer fuckers.  Fags and perverts.  And we refused to fucking die quietly. (shrug) So to those that dislike the word, outside of the fire of my own history I will calmly discuss it and follow their instructions not to call them queer.  But if you step into my history, into the graveyard of the men and women I know who are now gone due to apathy and disinterest and hatred and homophobia… you’re going to hear queer.  In great swelling chants from the throats of thousands of people in the streets.  You can like it or hate it but you cannot argue it’s existence and the lever it was that shifted the world we’re arguing in the middle of, today.

If you want to know how all-encompassing AIDS was of queer culture, I’d like to direct you to RENT—not the movie or modern performances, but the original. Jon Larson was cishet, but he was also writing about his own friends and community.

You will note that literally half the cast has AIDS. If you listen to the original workshop, it’s THREE QUARTERS—Maureen is positive and Mark refuses to get tested out of fear because he’s showing symptoms.

Next: the Life Support scene. First of all, it was based on a real group called Friends In Deed. Second of all, something often omitted but still sometimes honored:

The intention was for the names of the characters to change for every actor, sometimes more than once in a run (literally up to and including “every performance”). That’s why none of the characters’ names are mentioned in the scene except by the actor with that name. Each actor was given the opportunity to name their character after someone they had known who died of AIDS, and the “default” names were all members of Friends In Deed.

So when you listen to that song, remember: every person named in it is dead. Of AIDS. It is entirely possible this is their only memorial. And when you hear a different name, that, too, is in memorial. Of a person who died because the whole world looked away.

I would also advise young members of the community to look up the AIDS memorial quilt. It’s been digitized and can be viewed online. Each panel is 6’x3’, roughly the size of a grave. The quilt weighs 54 tons and is the largest folk art object in the world; in its entirety it requires a space the size of the Mall in Washington, DC to display. (For non-Americans and/or people who are unsure: you know the pictures of presidential inaugurations, or MLK’s I Have A Dream speech? That’s the Washington Mall.)

Every single panel in the quilt represents a dead person. Some represent more than one dead person, because people would make a panel in memoriam and then they, too, would die of AIDS, and there would be nobody left to make a panel for them.

When you turn your back on “queer,” when you turn your back on “weird gays,” when you turn your back on trans people, this is what you are turning your back on. Fifty-four tons of nothing but names of the dead.

And I assure you, the people who hate us enough to have made the quilt necessary? They hate you too. You’re not special just because you’re the “right kind” of LGBTQIA.

And if you need any proof of this, USA folks. Open your fucking eyes and look around you. They still want us dead. They still treat our existence as a vile, violent danger.

We have more allies now, true. But the ones who want us dead? They aren’t backwards holdouts. They’re real, they’re numerous, and they’re gaining ground again.

They slaughtered us with their silence and their hate and their disgust.

They will try again. And again. And again. When they say LGBT, it drops from their lips with as much disgust as “flags” and “dykes” and “queers” ever did.

international people start calling our country aotearoa instead of new zealand challenge

aotearoa is the te reo name for our country, commonly translated as "land of the long white cloud" as the story goes Kupe was guided to our whenua by following a long white cloud in the sky. new zealand is a name which was forced on us by colonizers who stole our precious land less than 200 years ago. by reverting back to the māori name you are metaphorically giving the land back to the tangata whenua, the people of the land, and we can begin to normalize using the proper names for things that should have always belonged to māori

heres a link to a good pronunciation, i recommend practicing saying it along to the video. but please remember that even if you cant get it perfect, say it anyway!! its better to try and get it slightly wrong than not try at all

i keep getting notifs of neil gaiman liking good omens related posts and always thought that he was just a fan. i opened his profile today AND FOUND OUT HE WROTE IT????

being so fr when I say that transmisogyny has put feminism back like 50 years

what i thought we had distanced ourselves from was the reduction of women to vaginas and wombs and the ability to bear children. i thought we had progressed past ‘dresses are for women and pants are for men.’ i thought we progressed past the idea that someone is less of a woman if she does not adhere strictly to beauty standards. i thought we progressed past the idea that naturally being comfortable adhering to highly feminine standards is vulgar. but i (sarcastically) guess no one could have predicted that trans-exclusive feminism would be the downfall of all the progress we’ve made

biggest tng fail was not having a spot-centric episode where she explores the enterprise

wizard boys and sophie are banned. you are only allowed to have ghibli gender envy from this pre-approved list effective immediately

1. the ohmu

2. magic jumping lamp

3. boar god .

4. dunkleosteus

5. cat bus

6. turnip head (NOT in human form)

Any further additions must be approved by the committee.

"How come you never promote reels about my books on Insta/Tumblr/Twitter"

Idk bestie (derogatory at this point); maybe because you use photosensitive, potentially seizure-inducing filters, and despite me telling you this is why I won't promote your work, you refuse to use anything else.

Like sorry if I care more about the safety of my followers than your work, but if you've been told something is an issue, refuse to do anything about it, then come at me saying it's not fair that I talk about other people's books, that's on you.

I ain't risking giving someone a seizure because you're too invested in using the latest filters to actually market your shit properly.

them: how dare you, a known disabled author and disability advocate, not help promote my disability unfriendly content!

honestly joy, i don't know how your eyes are still in your head from all the rolling i imagine you have to do to deal with people like this

#also idk it feels like entitlement

Oh, it absolutely is. Listen, publishing is hard whether your trad-pub or self-pub and I am all about supporting other authors.

But when you repeatedly treat someone like an algorithm booster and never return the favor, you’re showing your ass and I’m going to stop being nice about it.

And if you ignore me when I tell you all your promo stuff is a seizure risk and get mad at me for not promoting it to my largely disabled audience and start coming at me for promoting other authors who don’t treat me like shit, I’m just straight up pulling the plug on our friendship. Fuck out of here with that.

BTW, just to make sure everyone knows, this isn't just some internet rando commenting on her observations on the internet.

They are an Assistant Professor of Media Industries at New York University and literally just finished writing The Apple II Age: How the Computer Became Personal, a book on the history of the computer industry in the 70s.

This tweet isn't just an observation, it's the result of years of research and study. And it's absolutely true.

[Image description for original post: Screenshots of Twitter thread, posted by Laine Nooney (@Sierra_OffLine) on March 28, 2023 at 2:33 PM:

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[Image description for reblog: Cover art for the book The Apple II Age: How the Computer Became Personal by Laine Nooney, depicting a simple black and white drawing of an early microcomputer, possibly modeled after the Apple II, with a smiley face on the screen. The words are written in pale yellow in a pixelated, monospaced, sans serif font reminiscent of early computer typefaces. The main title appear above the drawing, highlighted in magenta, while the subtitle and author are below the drawing, with the former highlighted in cyan and the latter in green.

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