half-destroyed instruments

Lady of shallot. Lady of onion. Lady of garlic. Lady of chives.

every morning i wake up & get my coffee & i recite in my head this excerpt from ‘invitation,’ by mary oliver:  “it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.” & i just say it over & over again until it sticks to my mind for the rest of the day. it is a serious thing. i am alive. i am so lucky. this fresh morning i get the chance to live again & again & again

after a long day of fighting the cruel & broken world? “should anyone be surprised if sometimes, when the white moon rises, women want to lash out with a cutting edge?” mary oliver. mother of my heart. you knew all. 

There’s no text so fiendish and manipulative that it’s too dangerous to read. Comparing works from opposing viewpoints is a standard scholastic practice. Critical readings and analyses of material one finds objectionable in whole or in part is kind of what academia is, you know? The slickest, most well-written propaganda can be dissected. “Know your enemy”? Anybody? Anybody?

If you find yourself around sentiments like, “Our enemy is too dangerous for you to ‘know.’ You might be contaminated by bad ideas; knowledge is therefore forbidden,” what you should do is leave, and quickly. Getting out is far easier before any border closings start.

hey what if we didn’t combine dozens of unrelated political positions into two color-coded options

that sounds like something someone from the other color would say; get ‘em, boys

newsflash - trans men don’t suddenly become society’s elite for saying “i’m a guy, please respect that.” you know how many trans men are beaten, raped, abused, otherwise assaulted, harassed, and forced to suicide because they’re trans? i know this may be shocking to you as someone who lives and breathes for tumblr.com, but the entire world isn’t some liberal utopia where trans men are so universally loved and praised and revered and they sure as fuck aren’t respected on principle the way so many of you think they are, going so far as to pretend that certain marginalized groups, by virtue of existence, are living a separated life of luxury is beyond insulting.

I’m trying to read this essay that deconstructs the cult-like mentality of the trans movement but I can’t because it’s triggering my actual cult trauma too much

Having survived an actual cult, I have & will only ever go so far as to call the trans movement “cult-like.” The similarities are still striking, however.

if you want to hear women’s stories, you gotta be willing to let them have the language they know