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@bismuththedragon

he/him | pfp made by @laivabur | PL/EN 🇵🇱 | bisexual

Wprowadzenie / Introduction (english below!)

Hejka! Tutaj możecie na mnie mówić Bizmut (zaimki: on/jego). Futrzak, motocyklista, pseudofotograf i pseudomuzyk.

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#bismuth's motoblog - o moim Suzuki i przygodach z nim związanych

#bismuth's photoblog - próby fotografii

#bismuth's mtblog - o rowerach górskich i łamaniu kończyn

#bismuth's salvage - starocie i próby napraw, głównie elektroniki

#bismuth's tunes - próby muzykowania

#bismuth.txt - dla luźnych wstawek

Heya! You can call me Bizmuth (pronouns: he/him). Furry, motorcyclist, self called photographer and musician.

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#bismuth's motoblog - about my Suzuki and our adventures

#bismuth's photoblog - photography (if you can call it that)

#bismuth's mtblog - about mountain biking and breaking my limbs

#bismuth's salvage - about old electronics and trying to repair them

#bismuth's tunes - trying to make music

#bismuth.txt - miscellanious

Guys if you want queer shit written by queers on our own terms you're going to have to start seeking out weird independent media. I'm sorry that's the only place you can regularly find it idk what to tell you, we can't keep acting like there's nothing if we're not getting blockbusters and triple A titles or whatever it is we're waiting around for. The thing you keep saying you want is already being offered for free by one person making a passion project on the internet and you would both benefit enormously if you interacted with it instead of lamenting that the only options we have for representation are pandering afterthoughts from corporate shit

I say this with so, so much care: Real queer shit written by real queers can and will sometimes make you uncomfortable. That's one of the defining features of weird, independent queer media. And weird independent media more broadly. Art that comes from true individual passion and authenticity has edges and bite to it that mass market corporate products intentionally do not. Has a rawness that can offend.

You are allowed to feel uncomfortable about it. But don't ask for queers to self censor for your comfort.

Queer Slur Heritage Post

List of people our chancellor has insulted so far after less than one year in office:

  • Iran ("Drecksarbeit")
  • football fans ("Sicherheit in Stadien")
  • people - German citizens and asylum seekers alike - who/whose ancestors were not born in Germany ("Stadtbild")
  • women ("Fragen Sie Ihre Töchter")
  • Brazil ("froh, wieder zu gehen")
  • Angola ("kein ordentliches Brot beim Frühstück")

Unfortunately, to be continued.

  • protesters against the formation of the new Hitler youth

- people born in east Germany ("Ich hatte das große Glück, im Westen geboren zu sein.") while giving a speech in east Germany

  • people on sick leave

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Liste von Leuten, die unser Kanzler nach weniger als einem Jahr im Amt bis jetzt beleidigt hat:

  • Iran ("Drecksarbeit")
  • Fußballfans ("Sicherheit in Stadien")
  • Leute - sowohl deutsche Staatsbürger als auch Asylsuchende - die/deren Vorfahren nicht in Deutschland geboren wurden ("Stadtbild")
  • Frauen ("Fragen Sie Ihre Töchter")
  • Brasilien ("froh, wieder zu gehen")
  • Angola ("kein ordentliches Brot beim Frühstück")

Fortsetzung folgt, leider.

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  • Demonstrierende gegen die Gründung der neuen Hitlerjugend

vohalika

  • Leute, die in Ostdeutschland geboren wurden ("Ich hatte das große Glück, im Westen geboren zu sein."), während er eine Rede in Ostdeutschland hielt

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  • Leute, die krankgeschrieben sind

guys….,, being friends, like actual friends, with people you have systemic privilege over is going to involve some good-natured ribbing. it’s going to involve them complaining about [insert privileged group you belong to] in front of you or even to you. that’s not a personal attack, it’s because they think you’re cool enough to hang. it’s because they think they can express their frustration to you without you attacking them. you really want to prove them wrong?

It is crazy to me how many cis dudes are like “My S/O got pregnant and got an abortion without my input/permission and this is a worse portrayal than being cheated on and I am absolutely justified in treating her like garbage after I impregnated her without her permission.” especially when the S/O is just a casual girlfriend and/or has bluntly told him they don’t want kids. I am of the firm belief you do not get to decide what someone does with your sperm after you deposit it in their body, you cannot force them to keep a pregnancy or to abort a pregnancy and having the intent to do so makes you a fucking supervillain. You can inform them you’ll be there financially and would like to coparent if they’re open to it OR you can tell them you have no intention of being a father and will not be in the child’s life but you do not get to control the decision.

The fact your girl did not tell you she was pregnant and had an abortion means she thought you were both clear on not wanting a kid at this time OR she knew you would be a massive fucking asshole about the whole thing. These guys treat it like a personal insult and a wound that someone they’ve been casually fucking for 4 months does not want to go through 9 months of pregnancy and have their baby.

Cemeteries are not wastes of space. Historical cemeteries ESPECIALLY are not wastes of space. The fact developers are continuously foaming at the mouth to destroy them and put a strip mall up in their place should make you even more determined to help maintain them. In urban areas, they are a haven for wildlife. They are a green space. If you are too afraid of death to utilize them for that purpose, that is on you.

the evil amulet is a classic but have we considered The Good Amulet . villain who switches sides because they put on The Amulet That Makes You Good and fell too deeply under its spell to ever take it back off and the heroes are trying to figure out how they feel about that ethics-wise

I can clearly remember the moment I first realised my mother and I were living on completely different planes of existence. I was 7 years old and I came home from my school's first track and field day having placed second or third in every event. the teachers had been making jokes all afternoon about how many times they had to call my name. my friends thought I was cool as shit. my enemies thought I was cool as shit too, come to think of it. I was proud as hell. so I get home with the entire front of my shirt covered in ribbons like I was a military dictator who'd awarded himself every medal, I walk into the kitchen and tell my mum all about my day, and she goes "oh, that must be disappointing not getting any firsts." and I'm like no?? first of all the first place ribbons are red and I don't like red. second of all look at me. there's literally nowhere left on my body for accolades. I am fucking Jacked of All Trades. how could this possibly be a disappointment.

sorry for [remembering a tumblr post about expressing gratitude instead of apologising to make the interaction more positive for the other person] i mean thank you for having a boyfriend who was so easy to run over withmy car and reverse over three times maybe four

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