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Moomin (1990-1991) Moominsummer Madness / Midsommar (2019)

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it’s kinda fucked up that you’re only an age for a year. I didn’t know how to be 23 yet, let me try again
I’m going to think about this forever…
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Sort of a redraw of a moash drawing from last year
[“On our very first date, which I didn’t really understand was a date until we were making out in my rental car, Ishai made the most exceptional request of me. He said: “Tell me about your constellation of intimate people.”
I had never been asked that before. People had, over the years, frequently asked me “How many people are you involved with, exactly?” based on my relatively public life as a polyamorous person, but they usually turned out to be asking only one of two things. Either they wanted to know if there was any room on my dance card for them, or they wanted to know just how big a slut I really was. Sometimes, both.
Ishai’s request, like a lot of the other early indicators about him, was a breath of fresh air. I loved it because it acknowledged and put (thoughtful and lyrical) words to the thing I constantly wrestled with when people asked me questions about my relationships. Namely, that there were people with whom I was very intimately engaged, and people with whom I sometimes had sex, and people who were both, but that sex did not necessarily equal Important Life Person. In fact, over the course of my adult life, my constellation of intimates has been fairly evenly split between people who are or have been lovers and people with whom I have never gone to bed or even come close. I typically had to go the long way around in explaining this, first stating my values around monogamy, friendship and friend networks, and community enmeshment before eventually—if the poor sucker was still listening—talking about my entanglements and intimacies. I never stopped finding it odd that even the most vocal proponents of non-traditional relationship structures typically listed only their lovers as people with whom they were “in a relationship.” In retrospect, though, the difficulties of language really do impose themselves on that conversation and a lot of these others: we know to say “this is my husband,” and even “this is my husband’s girlfriend,” but whatever’s not culturally valued doesn’t get its own words (which is, in some ways, the theme of this whole collection).
So this new, charmingly phrased, and quite sincerely stated request both startled and soothed me. I found myself talking animatedly about the people of whom I am so fond; my boyfriend Bobby and inimitable femme friend Hanne, my partner-in-crime Turner and my good boy Zev, and Kate, my longest love. He didn’t ask which of them I was getting naked with, and I don’t think I elaborated. I just happily chattered on about how much I liked them and why. Then, when I was finished, I asked the same of him in return. It was a great pleasure (and, I would like to say for the record, was a significant contributing factor to the making-out that shortly followed).
I’m reminded of this conversation every time someone asks me to tell them about my family. This happens to me all the time and for assorted reasons, but most often it’s related to my public work. Frequently, the questioner is fishing a little to see if I have any difficult stories about being queer or trans within my family of origin, since that’s the most common trope of media coverage of trans people: the terrible part. When I start waxing rhapsodic about the wonderful people in whose orbit I happily make my homes, they interrupt me. “No,” they say, looking chagrined. “I, uh ... I meant your real family.” When this happens, I prompt them with the phrase “family of origin,” and they nod and repeat it gratefully, but honestly, I’ve already soured on them. I’m tired of the pity narrative, and I lose patience quickly when it’s all someone can think to ask about.
Sometimes, though, the question-asking comes from the flipside. These folks are often the parents of young trans or gender-independent kids, and they are spiky with fear and anxiety that their children won’t have the kind of life that those of us who are parents envision for our children; ones with gainful employment, a sweetheart, friends. Some constructions of this future are incredibly rigid and some are tender and flexible, but they all seem to feature the same basic components: belonging, being loved, feeling successful. For these people, my long digression on the wonders of my chosen family—both the closest people and also the folks who are family to me even if we’re less often in touch—feel as reassuring to them as they are satisfying to me.”]
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y'ever think about how crying is considered a sign of weakness when it's one of the most human things a human can do? experiencing an emotion(s) so strong and genuine you can't hide it makes you lesser in the eyes of others?? what?
showing vulnerability among friends and family, admitting mistakes, asking for grace, asking for help.. these are difficult things for some, scary even, but facing your emotions and owning them is part of what it means to be human.
and yeah i reckon a lot of people wish they could live more like machines or computers, things that don't feel at all, cuz life would be less complicated maybe if we didn't care about stuff, except that's not living. not feeling = not living. machines are not alive (whether you accept that reality or not). you are alive. you are human. you are more complex and incredible than any machine or line of code that's currently being sold to you.
being human isn't a weakness. feeling your emotions isn't a weakness. being genuine with other people isn't a weakness. im tired of everyone competing to discard their own humanity the fastest.
"men shouldn't cry" crying isn't a gender thing it's a human thing.
"you cry like a girl" crying isn't a gender thing it's a human thing.
"women are so hysterical" crying isn't a gender thing it's a human thing.
"i never cry" see a therapist.
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Surprise! Tumblr just got turned into an epic fantasy RPG, just like [your favorite appropriate media franchise]. And the Tumblr RPG's plot needs to have all of its characters covered, in roles both large and small.
That means that you are assigned to a stereotypical RPG role inside our new fantasy world. Spin this wheel to find out what you are now doing for a living.
How well suited are you for your new role?
Noooooo this doesn't sound fun :(
Not what I would have picked for myself, but... I'll make it work
Eh. Could be better, but could be a lot worse
Okay, I can work with this!
I WAS BORN TO PLAY THIS ROLE
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In the shape of things to come, too much poison come undone, because there’s nothing else to do… Every me and every you.
funniest shit is going down on discord rn
we recently made a discord server for people who do drama at my school and a cis guy irl has randomly decided to one-sided beef with me. so i'm having a conversation when he rolls up & randomly pings me saying he wants more pronouns than me. and i'm like Well. This isn't hurting anyone. Maybe he'll do some introspection
so he tells me in addition to he/him, he'd also like they/them, it/its, and the "other" role. since i don't have they/them, he would therefore have more pronouns than me. so i congratulate him, but then i point out what that "other" means.
i have an en.pronouns linked on my discord with my neopronouns written down. i show him this. i explain what neopronouns are.
he then proceeds to copy&paste a list of 40 sets of neopronouns. just to "have more than me". at no point did i care about this hallucinated conflict so i tell him he wins
update: he's asking me to give him an "alpha/alphaed" pronoun set rn. i've told him that he needs to give me the full 5-word conjugated set before i do. this is the ultimate test for a 14 year old boy
this is what he came up with
A heart's a heavy burden. HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE | 2004
Later, it becomes February, and even later, spring returns,
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she's really pleasant to draw

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An ex-colleague of mine was complaining to me the other day about the ai problem in her students' papers, and I told her, "Just make your students hand-write them in class. Easy." She looked at me like I was insane and tried to explain how that would never work, but I just said,"That's how we did it for a thousand years. The invention of word processors doesn't erase all that."
To me it seems obvious. Readings are done out of class, handwritten essays are done within it. No more ai papers.
I give all my exams in blue books. A lot of my colleagues have started doing the same. The struggle to interpret student handwritting is worth avoiding the whole plagerism academic protocol nonsense.
Man of all the unexpected Secondary and Tertiary effects that AI Slop could have I think the best and funniest would be if it forced all schoolwork to return to being done in school and thus by necessity killed Homework.
what’s funniest about the pacific rim scientists is like. when newt geiszler says he’s a scientist he means an old-timey 1910s entomologist wearing khaki shorts and a comically oversized pair of binoculars traipsing through the jungle capturing endangered species of butterfly and murmuring “egads!! fascinating…..” and scribbling it in his journal. when hermann gottlieb is being a scientist it’s literally the fucking manhattan project. tortured chainsmoking physicist. pawn of a war. repressed homosexual all his life. gets executed for being a communist. And they have to do each other’s peer review