they/them | 30, 🇨🇦, non-binary, autistic and tired | I've been here since before the Mishapocalypse, was online for Dashcon | my joints hurt every single day so I just get high to deal with it, thanks hemophilia ------- my wrestling sideblog is GrapplingWithADHD, where I make a lot of gifs of All Elite Wrestling
Posting faggot and queer like 2am gunshots to keep property values on my blog low and scare away assimilationist LGBTs who want to replace my empty lot full of native wildflowers with a 5-over-1 because they’re too traumatized by their upbringing to accept the reality of our diverse marginalized community
The dykes and trannies in the notes have informed me they would like to be included in this commentary on the homogenizing forces of gentrification within the queer community as represented by language discourse around “slur” reclamation
more love to being multi-fandom. to finding a bunch of things that inspire you and spark joy. to switching gears when you feel like you’re in a rut. to remembering fandoms are supposed to be fun. art and fic and meta and gifs are supposed to be expressions of joy, not obligation. more love to coming back to old media when you feel like it, to knowing it’ll always be there.
i recommend telling yourself “this isn’t an experience i want to keep having” and stop entertaining things that are really detrimental to your health and don’t benefit you in anyway.
i hate that nonbinary people can’t be, like, nonbinary.
whatever we do, we can’t win. we can’t be seen as actually nonbinary. people binarize us and often mock us or get aggressive or dismiss and ignore our nonbinaryhood or something else.
if we don’t medically transition, we are “just cis trenders.”
if we do medically transition, we are “just [binary trans] eggs.”
we are “technically transmasc or transfem anyways” if we don’t use these terms.
we are lumped together with binary trans men and trans women if we do use these terms. our nonbinaryhood is ignored or seen as some kind of “gender-lite.”
we are aggressively pressured to disclose if we’re AFAB or AMAB, TMA or TME, transmasc or transfem, “boy nonbinary” or “girl nonbinary.” and if we refuse to answer, people get double mad at us and pick something for us anyways.
if we show the slightest hint of something that could be interpreted as binary gendered, we are immediately binarised.
if we put a lot of effort into looking the most ambiguous or androgynous or neutral, people still try to find something. and they become aggressive. people often EXPLODE [PT: explode] when they can’t gender someone by glance.
our ways of expression are constantly mocked and ignored (like neopronouns, nonbinary-centering labels for gender and orientation, basically all things that are associated with nonbinary people).
but if we choose more typical ways of expression (for example, use “he/him” or “she/her” pronouns), people use it to ignore and dismiss our nonbinaryhood.
they have been beating and tear gassing african immigrants for the crime of being black for the past several days. Emmanuel Sackie is a naturalized citizen from Liberia and they put him in the hospital:
Most non-Minnesotans have no idea what this means, but to put it plainly: we’re raised with not just the expectation but essentially -programming- to assist others who get stuck during the winter. We’ll help people we’d otherwise punch on sight if they’re stuck in the snow and ice, for zero reward.
This is the level of rage we’re at with ICE. I’m not joking to say it’s almost physically painful to not help someone stuck like that, and it’s worth it because the people stuck are ICE.
The only way we have to express how mad we are above this is channeling the First Minnesota all over again.
The Scandinavians who settled in Minnesota brought with them their Norse understanding of the laws of hospitality: you do not fuck around with winter, that if someone needs help in the winter, you help them as long as they don’t actively try to hurt you or your neighbors. Food, shelter, labour, whatever, if you can help in winter, you do.
ICE has violated the “actively try to hurt you or your neighbors” bit of the laws of hospitality, and thus the hospitality has been revoked. They are free to feel winter’s wrath against those who would bring harm to the community.
I like to think that Lady Skaði would be proud of her distant children.
this reminds me of the mud wizard who walked through everything without any problems while the police officers kept sliding and falling and getting stuck, you can watch it right here.
for context, this was during anti-coal protests in lützerath which went on for days and included people being forcibly removed, injured, or otherwise violated by the police. they showed up in riot gear against people simply sitting and camping and wanting to protect their forests. it was a really big deal here.
It’s easy to look at these and assume “well, high crime cities need more police,” but i think that’s putting the cart before the horse.
Police make crime worse.
Police take fiscal oxygen out of the room, away from actual social support programs. The money spent on policing could go to housing, nutritional services, healthcare, civil rights, building inspections, labor rights enforcement, street maintenance, public transportation. But it goes to paying guys to sit around idling Ford Explorers all day and hitting poor people with sticks.
Crime follows poverty in absolutely every single case. Every single “high crime city” is because of the fucking poverty.
Tag game reblog this and put Baby’s First Blorbo in the tags like who was the first Character to move into your head and live there back when you were still figuring out how to tie your shoes
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