Un-Lucid bullshit blog!

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very nice. yes. you know i fucking want it. plus i'm huge i am a huuge spider girl mmm

you may *think* you’re doing fine, trundling along thru life still wearing “Men’s” clothes cos you think they “fit better” ..but this is a lie, many “Women’s” clothes will actually fit you just as well *and* actually improve how you feel abt yourself.. truly Nothing can beat the feeling of finally wearing the clothes that actually Suit You

It’s so fascinating to me how a lot of people accused me of inventing the idea of “marginalized white people are white before they’re marginalized” but I constantly see writings/media from ages ago referencing it. For example, in this Black lesbian piece from 1987 there’s multiple references to it but I’ll pull one:

“‘And we wanted to meet others like ourselves—‘ Patrice added, gently.

‘Like yourselves?’ The words were thrown like acid by J.L.

You goddamn racist! Lettie thought, as the beer churned sourly in her stomach. Beer and anger don’t mix. White racists and Black militants don’t mix, and white lesbians and Black lesbians are white and Black people first, instilled with personal backgrounds of distrust and hostilities.

Seeing the smoldering fire in Lettie’s eyes, J.L. backed away, putting out the cigarette in an ash tray on the edge of the table. ‘Uh—well—you see, this is kind of a private organization.’ She conjured up a weak grin, which became a clown’s grimace. ‘We meet at each other’s houses sometimes and we are all—er—friends.’”

–A Meeting of the Sapphic Daughters by Ann Allen Shockley (1987) in Mouths of Rain: An Anthology of Black Lesbian Thought

in fact "come play with y" is obviously much more likely to be convincing than both insulting people and framing it as a situation in which they need to drop their favorite things in order to play with y. they don't. you can in fact enjoy multiple things. easily.

“A man once asked me – it is true that it was at the end of a very good dinner, and the compliment conveyed may have been due to that circumstance – how I managed in my books to write such natural conversation between men when they were by themselves. Was I, by any chance, a member of a large, mixed family with a lot of male friends? I replied that, on the contrary, I was an only child and had practically never seen or spoken to any men of my own age till I was about twenty-five. ‘Well,’ said the man, ‘I shouldn’t have expected a woman [meaning me] to have been able to make it so convincing.’ I replied that I had coped with this difficult problem by making my men talk, as far as possible, like ordinary human beings. This aspect of the matter seemed to surprise the other speaker; he said no more, but took it away to chew it over. One of these days it may quite likely occur to him that women, as well as men, when left to themselves, talk very much like human beings also.”