"sometimes i miss my sanity" –wedge antilles

some kind of fucked up perverted game called sharing each other's interests and having fun together

i want all my friends and followers and mutuals and acquaintances to know from the bottom of my heart: i don’t respond to your messages because i’m an insane person, i am insane medieval hermit software running inappropriately on modern queer hardware and social media scares me. it is not your fault

when i get a notifications on my phone i try to kill my phone with a rock

fool me once shame on you. fool me twice shame on me. fool me three times this has gotta be a sex thing for at least one of us

one time I went over to a friend's house and their housemate was making paper in the living room, and we saw this big tub full of water they were using to dissolve old scrap paper into a slurry, and everyone was immediately like "oh, you need scrap paper?" and started turning out their jacket pockets and producing expired coupons and bus tickets and crumpled receipts and old shopping lists and whatever else they'd been carrying round with them for no good reason, and passing it all to the paper-making housemate to make sure it was suitable before it got torn up and dropped into the tub, while people took turns stirring the slurry with a big wooden stick. it was strangely ritualistic, like presenting an offering to some kind of temple elder for inspection before placing it in a watery shrine to be devoured and reformed. pulp for the pulp god.

i do truly believe in god because i am trans. not despite it, because of it. experiences among my fellow trans people have made me feel closer to the holy spirit than anything else. we feed each other, we share what we have, we dance and love together then we walk each other home. we cry and mourn, recover and celebrate and hope together. i have seen the face of Christ in people the USamerican church as a whole would discount immediately just because they turned grapes to wine and wheat to bread. i have never seen the idea of being the hands and feet of god on earth better exemplified than through my trans family. god bless us all and keep us, we deserve safety and to be so loved.

I'll say it again: other people do not owe you a perfectly curated experience of the world. Being a little uncomfortable sometimes is just the cost of like...existing in the world.

my noble and wise rare pair vs your crazy reaching stupid crack ship

If you wanted to prevent electro-fishing in an area you could put up a sign that said 'no electro-fishing in this area' but it would be more efficient to just write 'e-fishn't'

I'M LOOKING AT YOU TATTOO ARTISTS!

so many people ive known have pushed themselves to burnout trying to deny their disabled reality, skipping accommodations, skipping rests etc. and the world convinces them that the solution to their burnout is to push even harder. it’s a huge tragedy. i know social pressures make it tough but i want more disabled people to make things easier for themselves where possible, to opt out of things that harm them when possible, to quit while they’re ahead. be that person today! protect yourself where you can! take micro breaks while doing your hobby. get that shower chair. sit to brush your teeth. lie down in the middle of the day, even if only for 5 mins. these things add up and it’s so worth it.

happy disability pride month! ACCOMMODATE YOURSELF TODAY!