as this age draws to a close, it comes time to collect all the unanswered questions that lurk in the margins of our murky cosmology, uncertainties too tired to be carried forth into the harsh daylight ahead, and thus to preserve our cries of ignorance for the next world
you show up for the mysterious "whipping mentally ill women" event after calling 10/10 it was gonna be text banking, the only surprise is the one volunteer who busts out jello shots after it wraps this is the spiritual essence of 2025
Hey! Great to see you at the orgy Sunday, just wanted to reach out and make sure you're still a 5 (strong support) on don't ever kys. We all know this is a really important campaign. Daylight savings is crunch time. If you can move anyone else, even 4s to 5s, this is how we win. Solidarity, C.
Hey! Great to see you at the orgy Sunday, just wanted to reach out and make sure you're still a 5 (strong support) on don't ever kys. We all know this is a really important campaign. Daylight savings is crunch time. If you can move anyone else, even 4s to 5s, this is how we win. Solidarity, C.
really powerful anthology of transformative justice inspired reflections on intimate partner violence in activist communities. if your first reaction is to think "I don't need that" - please take a second and ask yourself why.
I don't see anyone who talks about their transition in ways that resonate deeply with me, at best there are some things that feel loosely analogous, but like they're still pointing somewhere else. And in that feeling I feel profoundly on the wrong track, falling head first into the void.
Some of my bigger life failures feel avoidable in retrospect because I didn't see anyone on the path ahead of me, i was trying to do things where I didn't see any models. And sure I've done some crazy shit in my life that no one had done before, but even then I had analogies to guide me.
I'm medically transitioning and don't have regrets, I have confusion. I lie in the ways I have to, hoping the lies come true. I see broadly shared experiences of changing relationships to gender that all still feel alien after 2/3/4 years (depending on when I date coming out, assuming I even have)
