Re: the Spiderverse Miguel wank over on Twitter - I feel like any discussion about whether it's acceptable or racist to be horny in a "this character is a violent monster and I want to contain/control him" way really needs to take canon events into account. (Minor spoilers ahead) Like the relative likelihood that it's because of his ethnicity vs. it being because he's a seriously jacked dude who is fully willing to chokeslam a teen without mercy (not racially motivated)
There’s age discourse in the Spider-Verse fandom on whether Hobie Brown (Spider Punk) is an adult or not and if it’s okay to ship him with Miles. I’m just over here like: he’s a computer generated image 😭😭😭 do what you want with him. The fact that they are fretting over whether a potential ship they like is “problematic” reminds me a lot of scrupulosity OCD and it’s sad to see.
Punkflower goated btw
This site has been going around Twitter trans accounts quite a bit lately, so just pointing out here too that it'll do fuck all, they're exploiting trans people at a time when hrt is particularly hard to access and please don't give them your money
fuckin exploitative bullshit marketed in the worst way imaginable
literally selling laxatives as weight loss supplements
Essential information of previous post:
If you're desperate, DIY is an option. The subreddit r/TransDIY is an excellent resource, as is the DIY Wiki.
If what you really want is a herbal supplement, there are certain herbs that will have a minor antiandrogenic effect. The DIY resources here will have more information on it.
Edit: the dose of ashwagandha is so high that it will give you serotonin syndrome within four to eight weeks. This shit is evil.
IDK if you've posted about it, but I know you have a pretty big following. A company in the USA called "Estrolabs" is trying to advertise an HRT product for transfems. It is NOT an HRT product, it's a drug that raises Testosterone levels and can cause Serotonin Syndrome in a few weeks of taking it. It's deadly. The owner of the website has recently been ID'd as a neo-nazi, and the supposed "founder" is an AI generated image of a person. The website is most likely a honeypot to collect trans people's addresses as well. Please warn people against this shit!
i have not posted about this because by the time i had been really made aware of this the company already basically stopped existing because the owner of the site had already been demasked as this on shitty proud boy dude who has already accidentally doxxed a whole bunch of his other nazi friends in the past and the site is pretty much down for now, but yea do not trust shit like that in general
his name is kevin lowy and we better all make his life living hell 🥰
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happy pride!! 🏳🌈 quick painting of captain flint since he is very important 😌
I've been thinking about Shiketsu High Katsuki a lot lately...
"....the noble warrior-prince Damen, who is more like Alexander cutting through the Gordian knot." — C.S. Pacat
The Gordian Knot is a legend associated with Alexander the Great. According to the legend, an oracle prophesied that whoever could untie the knot tied by Gordius, the father of King Midas, would become the ruler of all of Asia. Many tried to untie the knot without success. Alexander the Great famously cut the knot with his sword, rather than attempting to untie it, which has led to the phrase "cutting the Gordian Knot" becoming a metaphor for solving a complex problem through bold action and thinking outside the box.
'I'm not used to my uncle miscalculating,' said Laurent, after a pause. 'It's because he's working at a distance,' said Damen. 'It's because of you,' said Laurent. 'What?' 'He doesn't know how to predict you,' said Laurent.
— Prince's Gambit
Laurent: 'It would not have been my strategy.' Damen: 'I know. You overcomplicate things.'
— Prince's Gambit
Miles “Who’s Morales?” Morales
Glad we’re in agreement
Ok I reblogged this with a long talk in tags recently but this is for all you fuckers in the notes, as a librarian whose library has gone fine-free since the last time I reblogged this post:
TL;DR Fine free is great, it's in line with libraries' mission of public service, and it is doable, but only if governments choose to fund it. If they say they can't, look at where their money is coming from and where it's going.
When we thought the tumor in my spine was malignant, before they took it out and found out how lucky I was, my kid had a hard time remembering to do things. She'd forget to return her library books a lot.
At one point, I had to make her stop using the public library for a bit. I felt like shit, but we just couldn't afford any more fines. I was out of work. Her step-dad was working so many hours to try to keep us fed and housed, and we just couldn't afford all those fines.
I knew WHY she was forgetting. I tried to help her, but I was sick and on so much medication. And so the only choice left was "kid, I'm sorry, we can't do this anymore right now."
Can you imagine?
That's what fine-free means. It means a 12-year-old who's trying to have a normal life while she thinks her mom has cancer can have the escape of reading, even if she's too distressed and distracted and scatterbrained to remember to return books on time.
I would rather live in a world filled with bad art than a world filled with no art at all.
The argument that people buying sexual services are bad, is a SWERF Trojan Horse in your mind.
People who commission erotica are morally neutral.
People who commission erotica art are morally neutral.
People who buy porn are morally neutral.
People who watch Cam streams are morally neutral.
People who go to strip clubs/hire strippers are morally neutral.
People who visit brothels are morally neutral.
People who hire escorts and outcall sex workers are morally neutral.
People who visit sex venues, hire kink specific sex workers etc
It's all morally neutral.
You cannot say you support sex workers, if you don't support their right to a safe industry free of needless shame and shaming.
Fuck spreading hate like wildfire, spread this! Compassion, love and pride during pride month!!
Some poc parents showing their support because images like these are rarely shown and hard to find.
THIS IS IMPORTANT.
SPREAD THIS LIKE WILD FIRE.
Pete Buttigieg is just a faggot.
It's very important to me that younger queers understand this: to the people who you're trying to be more respectable for when you say things like neopronouns set the trans movement back or you're why the cishets don't accept us or including [aces/bi people with the 'wrong kind' of partners/non-binary people/kinksters/non-passing trans ppl/furries/polyam people] just hurts us, can't you wait until we get all our rights before we talk about some of yours? -- to those people? Pete Buttigieg is just a fag.
On Sunday at Pride Northwest, some kids -- late teens, early 20s -- asked what our button I survived Reagan for this? meant. All of the queer adults at the tables making up our ad hoc counter looked at each other and sighed a little. Emet and another adult started to explain the way that the Reagan Administration handled -- or didn't handle -- the beginning of the AIDS crisis. How many people died. How much we were ignored. The Ashes Action. The Time Magazine article which explicitly blamed bisexual men for passing the pandemic to the cishet community, playing on all the worst stereotypical bullshit. The way that even when the CDC started paying attention, they were so focused on gay men that they ignored AIDS in the lesbian community, leading to the "women don't get AIDS, they just die from it" poster. And so on.
I finished counting out change and passed the last Bear Pride raised fist pin over to a bear a little older than me, then turned my head and interjected, "they didn't care until it started infecting more than just the fags." I turned my head back and handed him his change. He laughed bitterly and said, "remember when they called it 'gay cancer?'"
That what I need you to understand. The people for whom you are folding yourself into smaller and smaller boxes will never see you as anything but a freak. A queer. A dyke. A tranny. A fag.
Never.
These are people who will stand by and let you wither away and die alone, gasping for breath in a cinderblock room, and not even claim your ashes, and they will say you deserve it, because of your lifestyle. If they speak of you at all it will be by the wrong name, with the pictures you hate the most. They will curse at your lover, throw him out of the home you shared, and steal the gift you gave last Christmas to throw it in the trash just so he can't have it and they'll say Jesus loves you! while they do it. They'll feel good and righteous and blessed and holy and pure for doing it.
And for them, you spit in the eye of your sister. For them, you disavow your sibling. For their sake, you trim away bits of your heart and lace yourself up tight. Never too loud. Never too queer. Never inconvenient or embarrassing, never asking for too much.
Pete Buttigieg is what happens when your Boomer dad turns out gay. Middle America. Parents still married. Suburban-sprouted. Valedictorian. Harvard-educated. Rhodes Scholarship. Military service. More power to him: I hope he and Chasten are very happy together. Genuinely, I do.
You couldn't create a more respectable gay if you grew one in a lab run by concerned voter focus groups.
But Pete Buttigieg? Is just a fag.
That's the part you don't seem to get: when they abandoned us, they abandoned all of us. Rock Hudson was a beloved movie star and even personally friendly with that horrid pair of ambitious jackals. Nancy Reagan refused to help him get into the only place in the world that could treat him at the time, and he died.
It was 1985, 4 years after the CDC first released papers on what would eventually become known as HIV/AIDS and 7 years after the first known death from an infection from HIV-2. Reagan hadn't even said the word AIDS by the time Hudson died.
Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, and so am I. Unless I'm a dyke, which seems to depend on who's yelling what from which window and what day it is.
Yes, there will be people who genuinely love and accept you. Those people are worth all the frustration of the rest, thankfully, and they're the ones who love you in a pup mask or a leather harness and a neon jock like the ones sold by the men up the row from us last weekend. They're the ones who laugh out loud when you tell them you hid the word "dyke" in your company name, the ones who love you in all your messiness and uncertainty and the way you don't fit into neat boxes all scrubbed up and clean.
Most cishets, though... well, they don't actively mean you specifically any harm, at least not when they have to look at you. Not when you're right there in front of them. Maybe they'll be okay with you, personally, especially if you're the kind of gay who makes a good rhetorical device, and as long as you remain a good rhetorical device.
They need people to know that they don't have a problem with the gays, after all, and there you are, being all convenient. You make a nice token, and as long as you do, well. You're useful.
But they call you by your deadname when you're not around, and they put the wrong pronouns in your medical record even though they met you years after you came out, and they won't put themselves out to save you. Not one little bit.
I didn't want to be here again. The year I graduated from high school was the worst year of the AIDS crisis. The world into which I became an adult was a world in which an advisor and friend to Reagan, William F. Buckley, openly advocated for forcibly tattooing the HIV status of HIV+ gay men on their buttocks (and IV drug users on their forearms), and in which my father not only told me that when I was 14 or so, but when was told me that he'd advocated for that tattoo being "over their assholes."
(Buckley wrote that in '86, but he doubled down on it in 2005.
Fucker.)
But yeah. I didn't want to be here again. I wanted my daughter to inherit a better world. I wanted Obergefell and Lawrence v. Texas and Hope & Change to really mean something. I work for it, today and all days. I haven't given up.
I need you to know that, too. This isn't a white flag. I'm not surrendering. This isn't over. To misquote Henry Rollins, this is what Marsha and Sylvia and Stormé and Leslie and Brenda and Auntie Sugar trained us for. This is punk rock time.
But I need you to understand that if Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, if that human embodiment of a Wonder Bread, mayo and Oscar Meyer bologna sandwich is not respectable enough for them -- and he's not -- then the rest of us have absolutely no hope of measuring up. Not even if we trim away every colorful, beautiful piece of our community, not even if the Sisters Of Perpetual Indulgence vanish into the ether, not even if we sacrifice the five elements of vogue on the altar of white supremacist cishet middle-class conformity: we can't trim ourselves down to something they'll accept.
The only other option is radical acceptance of our queer selves. The only other option is solidarity. The only other option is for fats and femme queens and drags and kinksters and queers and zine writers and sex workers and furries and addicts and kids and the ones who can look us in the eye and see all of us to say we're here, we're queer, get used to it just the way we did 30 years ago. It's revolutionary, complete and total acceptance of our entire community, not just the ones the cishets can pretend to be comfortable with as long as we don't challenge them too much, or it's conceding the shoreline inch by inch to the rising waters of fascism until we've got nowhere left to stand and some of us start drowning.
That's it. Either it's all of us or it's none of us, because if we leave the answer up to the Reagans of the world and all the people who enabled him in the name of lower taxes and Democrats who wring their hands, weeping oh I don't agree with it but we'll lose the election if we fight it right now, the answer is none of us.
The brunch gays can come, too, I guess.
If you think this essay was about Pete Buttigieg and my feelings about him as a person or a politician, you have ENTIRELY MISSED the point of what I wrote.
Substitute your favorite queer in there. Doesn't matter who. Alan Cumming? Laverne Cox? Suzy Izzard? Sure.
It isn't about him. It's about them, about the cishets, and it's about us - all of us - either on the same fucking boat together or drowning alone.
I'll say it every time I get one of these point-missing replies or tag groups. The Secretary of Transportation is just an example in this essay. He is a gay man who my father would like until he found out he's a little light in the loafers. That's it.
It's not about him. Don't miss the point.
