“Stupidity’s never blind or mute. So it’s not a problem of getting people to express themselves but of providing little gaps of solitude and silence in which they might eventually find something to say. Repressive forces don’t stop people expressing themselves but rather force them to express themselves; what a relief to have nothing to say, the right to say nothing, because only then is there a chance of framing the rare, and ever rarer, thing that might be worth saying.”
The whole self love thing is good and all but some people can’t fathom being loved. They can’t imagine there being anything good about them. So they can’t simply just stop doing unhealthy things, there’s a process.
Before self love you have to invoke self tolerance and self neutrality.
If you can’t say “I love my body!” say “my body gets me from place to place.”
If you can’t say “I’m beautiful,” begin by shutting down the “I’m ugly” thoughts and saying “I’m a person.”
If you can’t say “I’m valuable” begun by shutting down the “I’m worthless” thoughts and say “all people deserve basic respect, and I’m a person.”
If you can’t say “I’m important,” or “I’m kind” say “I am the one who waters my plant every week” or “I am the one who tips the kind barista down the street” or “I am the one who makes sure my dog does not eat plastic” or “I am the one who leaves long comments on people’s fan fictions.”
It really is a testament to how absurd the theft of the commons under capitalism is that one of the first questions to ask before you start gardening is “how do I get dirt”
the next season of your favorite show. discovering new songs to play on repeat. cozy evenings where it’s easy to fall asleep. the scent of your favorite perfume or candle. daydreaming about places you want to go. reading something in a book and feeling everything click. the days where everything is golden and nothing is perfect but you see the beauty in everything and that’s enough. bumping into a future best friend by accident. finding beauty in solitude. sipping hot tea or coffee on a quiet morning. hiding in a cozy library. collecting flowers or ticket stubs. closing your eyes to a song on the train. smiling at a stranger and having them smile back. the beautiful colors of trees and flowers. exploring a world in a video game. seeing a fluffy dog and petting a cat. feeling the light breeze and watching the ocean as the sun sets. eating ice-creams and slices of watermelon in summertime. dancing alone in your room. making people happy just by existing. gazing into a starry night sky. knowing that anything is possible regardless of your past. knowing that you don’t need to have the answers to everything. knowing that every day is a new beginning and good things are always around the corner.
something i’m sick of hearing when i talk about the trope of transmisogyny in horror films is “but this character isn’t really trans.”
no transphobe believes ANY trans person (especially woman) is “really” trans. all that matters is we are something “other.”
it’s completely irrelevant that within their respective films norman bates and buffalo bill don’t canonically identify as women as a “real” trans woman would. it doesn’t matter that in both sleepaway camp and insidious chapter 2 the “male” killers were forced to live as girls by abusive mothers, their feminization a revolting affliction.
for bill and angela, the horror of their existence is punctuated by nudity. the audience is meant to feel disgust at the wrongness of such a body lying beneath a feminine presentation.
the message is clear: within a “male” body “mutilated” by femininity, horror manifests. within transsexuality is violence.
if anything, the fact that these characters aren’t “really” trans gives more ammo to the transphobe in transparent disguise: inside every trans woman, in their eyes, is a sick, twisted man.
where! has! my! passion! gone! I had it abundantly when I was a child, and I must have dropped it along the way, but I cannot figure where!
oh hey folks fun update, i found my passion again? i just had to find my right outlet, get to a place where I have aspirations, dispel apathy and pursue what I love, it’s all good and swell!
reblog this to find the right outlet, get to a place where you have aspirations, dispel apathy and pursue what you love, and rediscover your passion.
I love how their post says “A better, more positive Tumblr” as if female nipples are what’s ruining the experience on this website and not bullies, racists, homophobes and actual nazis
“Socialization” should be an anti essentialist analytic which describes the ways in which social norms are not pre-social but dependent on a variety of institutions such as the family to produce gendered, raced, class, etc subjects. Meaning that this process could also be disrupted and changed, allowing for new social norms and thus new behaviors to arise.
But terfs believe the behavior of men under patriarchy to be unchangeable, pre-social and biological. But none of that is destiny - it’s the present political reality and can be challenged and replaced. There’s nothing innate about men that make them violent or misogynist. Our present political, economic and social institutions are what produces that behavior. None of that is destiny.
“We want the museum to understand that the moai are our family, not just rocks. For us [the statue] is a brother; but for them it is a souvenir or an attraction,” said Anakena Manutomatoma, who serves on the island’s development commission. “Once eyes are added to the statues, an energy is breathed into the moai and they become the living embodiment of ancestors whose role is to protect us.”
isnt the point of a museum to preserve history though? id prefer something be in a controlled environment than outside in the elements.
The moai have been standing JUST fine in the open in the island for literal centuries. Believe it or not, the Rapa Nui are NOT stupid; they know their island, how to live in it, and what materials and treatment to those materials do or do not last in the island they’ve called their home for ages. The moai are MADE to be “outside in the elements”.
And preserved for whom? I’m sure my ancestors wouldn’t feel it’s preservation to have a LIVING piece of their culture stolen by colonizers and kept away from them all this fucking long when I assure you, no one asked for their permission to take it in the first place.
That’s not fucking “preserving”, that’s just fucking stealing.
“Violence does not consist so much in injuring and annihilating persons as in interrupting their continuity, making them play roles in which they no longer recognise themselves, making them betray not only commitments but their own substance, making them carry out actions that will destroy every possibility for action.”
— Emmanuel Levinas, Totality and Infinity (via nemophilies)
