Some new girl in town that I think you’re going to be friends with.
wlw stories that include trans women are the best, I’m so glad trans girls are finally getting the rep we deserve
This show is called Euphoria (2019) and it’ll be on HBO. Posting bc I had to scroll thru a lot of terf-y comments to find it. Also, the trans woman in it is played by a trans woman and trans activist! You heard me! Not a cis man, not a cis woman, an actual fucking trans woman like we deserve.
“I’ll remember” is the ADHD demon talking. You won’t remember. Write it down.
bold of you to assume i’ll remember where i wrote it, or even that i wrote it
Visual exhaustion is another symptom of ADHD, which means that if we see something enough times (or we see enough instances of something), it fades into background noise and we fail to notice it. This is why a lot of ADHD people can stand living surrounded by mess/clutter, because it’s just visual background noise to us. We don’t even notice it anymore. So if we write something down and see the note stuck up somewhere a lot – or if we write a LOT of somethings down and have a lot of notes hanging around – then we’re even less likely to think of/remember the thing because it’s just part of the scenery now. ADHD is the Catch-22 of brains.
A very good thing to know about ADHD. Don’t fall into the trap.
A lot of folks in the comments are talking about writing on themselves or setting phone/calendar reminders. Your mileage may vary on those. You may also want to consider ways to set a habit of referring back to a planner or similar every day/hour.
To get those brain juices flowing, check out this Buzzfeed article on different ways folks with ADHD stay on top of things.
Readers, let us know if you have specific advice for this situation!
This is why sticky note reminders don’t work??
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VISUAL BACKGROUND NOISE?!
THERE’S A WORD FOR IT?
Always reblog “THAT’S WHAT THAT IS???” posts. Chances are someone hasn’t seen it that needs to.
“So long, we’d become the flowers”
happy lesbian visibility day, from me, a lesbian incapable of drawing anything that isn’t gay
ASEXUAL, AGENDER, AND AROMANTIC ARE NOW OFFICIAL WORDS IN THE ENGLISH DICTIONARY
I never really post pics, but here’s a beautiful sneak peek at my engagement/elopement shoot. I can’t wait to get the rest back!
Oh to be a gremlin child again. Covered in grass stains and grazes, hair unbrushed with daisies in the knots, no concept of my own physicality, half way up a tree and eating an apple around my missing tooth. To be unabashedly ugly, to be unashamedly hungry, to be healthy and hearty and lean and covered in bruises and full of love and sun warmed strawberries. To feel time stretch forever, only flying when I fall into books. To love summer once more, and her insects and sweat.
I wish I were a girl again, half savage and hardy, and free ― Emily Brontë
Trump racism poisons all his decisions. Trump can never acknowledge black excellence.
What’s his name and what’d he do? I wanna look him up
I’m glad you asked! Read more about Rodney Robinson here! This man is a treasure.
“she-ra is queerbaiting” oh ladies we are Not doing this today
i havent seen a single scene from this show but it takes 1 second of critical thinking to know that a lesbian creator dancing around censorship & having gay subtext is astronomically different from straight creators dangling around gay rep like a donkey with a carrot and stick
Back when I was a dykeling organising kissing booth fundraisers I had no idea the concept was birthed by two hellraiser lesbians! I was not surprised to discover they were librarians, do not mess with librarians, or with lesbians named Barbara for that matter.
The two STUNT QUEENS above are Barbara Gittings and Isabel Miller. Their table was getting zero professional interest at the 1971 American Library Association Conference in Dallas, so they decided to pull a stunt not at all connected to libraries! And that was a gay kissing booth. The very first-ever gay kissing booth in the world!! In Barbara’s own words:
“What happened was, we decided to bypass books and show gay love, live! So we called it, “Hug a Homosexual.” And we stripped it down to the bare gray curtains and we had a sign up, “Men Only” at one end. And “Women Only” at the other. And we stationed ourselves, all four of us, under the signs, to give free, mind you, free, same-sex kisses and hugs. Well, let me tell you, the aisles were jammed, but nobody came into the booth!
People were rather intimidated. Yes, the lights were on and all these people jammed in the aisles, craning their necks to see the action, but nobody wanted to take part. So we did the action. We kissed and embraced each other for two hours. We handed out copies of gay bibliography. We called out encouragement. We kissed and hugged each other some more. That really put us on the map.
So there we were on the six o’clock news and the library people were livid! They said, “We have all these famous authors here and all they cover is this kissing booth!”
They put us on the six o’clock news. They put us again on the eleven o’clock news and again the next morning. This was news! It was wonderful. Really, our spirits soared because we… You know, really, the booth also had a message that was useful in any arena. And that is that gay people are not willing anymore to be subject to a special double standard. We should have the same right to express our affection publicly as heterosexuals have. No more, but no less.
For 1971, it was bold. It was revolutionary. We thought it was marvelous. It was really, it was a thrill. And the reaction. Oh! They wrote about us in the library press for the next six months!”
I dedicate lesbian visibility day to our inyourface fearless goddessmothers Barbara Gittings and Isabel Miller 🥳
WE ARE NOT A PORN CATEGORY. WE ARE NOT FOR MENS PLEASURE. WE ARE WONDERFUL, BEAUTIFUL, AND LOVEY. WE ARE LESBIANS!❤️
CONGRATS ON YOUR MARRIAGE!!!!! i wish you lots of happiness
Thank you so much! The past three years have been wild. The past five even more so. Last year was one of the hardest of my life and I had my wife with me, which showed me we were ready.
Three years ago tomorrow (yes, 4/20), my new bride asked me to be her girlfriend, “exclusively and monogamously.” Eighteen months later, I asked her to marry me as my birthday wish. The next year and a half went by fast and slow. We bought a house together, adopted a dog, cat, and lizard, got new jobs and cars. Then, tonight, our sisters signed as witnesses while our friend signed as our High Priest and our parents watched. Dinner was Ethiopian food. I am happy. I am healthy. I am full.
Mad Max told a story about sexual violence and survivorship without relying on rape scenes to impress upon the audience how *serious* things were.
instead of watching the abuse on screen, we hear about it through the interactions between the wives. they tell us what happened, and in that way they take control of their own narrative.
rather than being voyeurs witnessing the wives’ trauma played out onscreen, we were an audience listening to their story.
and that makes a world of difference.
THIS THIS THIS.
So instead of showcasing the specific treatment we were told of it, which is the contrary philosophy of most filmmaking (show, don’t tell)
or they made the decision to not sensationalize and fetishize the rape and brutalization of women. and in doing so spared the feelings of thousands of trauma survivors in their audience.
but whatever, film theory 101.
“Show don’t tell” is for FUCKING AMATEURS.
This statement:
“So instead of showcasing the specific treatment we were told of it, which is the contrary philosophy of most filmmaking (show, don’t tell)”
demonstrates a fundamental misunderstanding of the idea behind “show, don’t tell.” I would argue that Mad Max: Fury Road DOES show us how the Wives were treated by Immortan Joe. However, it chooses not to do so in the obvious way (which would be showing the abuse), but rather by showing us in other ways.
We’re shown the message the Wives leave behind: “We are not things,” from which we can infer that’s exactly how they’ve been treated for God knows how long.
We’re shown that they wear flimsy white fabric that leaves their bodies on display, unlike pretty much everybody else in the film.
We’re shown them using boltcutters to rid themselves of chastity belts, devices which pretty much exist solely to remove a woman’s ability to choose her sexual partners.
We’re shown rage from the Dag when, even though time is of the essence, she takes the time to run back and kick one of the discarded belts as hard as she can before running back to join the others at the War Rig.
We’re shown Angharad using her pregnant body to shield Max and Furiosa from Immortan Joe, because she knows beyond a shadow of a doubt he won’t shoot her or her unborn child because he still views her as his property.
We hear Furiosa’s “Remember me?” before she kills Joe, and there’s so much fury and anger in those two words that you know she was a Wife before she was an Imperator.
We ARE shown what happened to the Wives. The issue lies in thinking that the only way to show that they were abused is to show the abuse itself. And as MM:FR demonstrates, that isn’t the case.
