mania is poke the beast disease

I have something far more resentful than Gender Envy towards men. I'm gender competitive. I don't want to be accepted as one of their own I want to surpass them. I want to be better at it than they are and I want it to piss them off. This is the transmasc butch way

I'm not a man but I'm a better man than them. You know. I'm a dyke. I'm going to win the figurative dick measuring contest. In the most feminist way possible, I am going to fuck their wives

Being a lesbian already pisses them off like this on principle but it needs to be worse. I need them to be scared of me

International attention on this incident is an effective pressure mechanism because, among other things, the ridiculously unethical research was published in English-language scientific journals.

You can love a character and still admit when they’re wrong. I love Trinity Santos, but I acknowledge her flaws (none, she’s perfect) and I can hold her accountable for her wrongdoings (she’s done nothing wrong in her life) and call her out on her actions (which are always right).

very suspicious about any talk of needing to base your politics on empathy. like any emotion empathy is very easily manipulated, and even besides that that is a meaningless statement. im sure plenty of white supremacists feel pretty empathetic about the plight of the white man or whatever

shipping the popular yaoi pairing but shaking my head while i do to indicate that i also care about the work's themes and other characters

What’s up with people who see a character who is canonically trans or very heavily implied to be trans one way going “god I HAVE to headcanon them as trans in the other way” . Like buddy either you have no reading comprehension or you’re being very weird about trans people.

quitting my job to be a full time upstairs neighbor. bowling balls are in the mail as we speak

I guess the reason all that Backrooms stuff has never really fazed me is because I worked in on-site networking support for a while, and literally every city's downtown district is just Like That once you get off the beaten path. Not just the really big cities, either; the one I'm currently living in has a population of less than 250 000 – metro area included – and a downtown area about six blocks across, and the service corridors still manage to do some House of Leaves shit. At one point I was trying to map the route of a misbehaving network cable, started out in a shopping mall parking garage, and ended up surfacing in the basement of the casino across the street. Totally unsecured – apparently neither the mall's administration nor the casino's managers knew that particular service corridor existed.

Like, I once bumped into a fully stocked and operational Coke machine in an unlit maintenance corridor twenty feet below ground level. Its display lighting was the only illumination for a hundred yards in either direction. I don't even know what it was plugged into.

Somewhere below this city there's a room the size of a high school gymnasium filled floor to ceiling with rotting mattresses. I've seen it with my own eyes – and, more importantly, smelled it with my own nose. I can't recommend the experience.

(That last one isn't even mysterious. The room in question is within easy walking distance of the basement of a major hotel, if you know where you're going; I imagine the hotel started stashing their old mattresses there at some point rather than pay to have them hauled away, and over the ensuing decades the situation got out of hand.)