眞の紙戦士。

What's your blog title from?

What movie have you watched most recently? What did you think of it?

what are you looking forward to right now?

if you could do anything at all today, what would it be?

What's your drink of choice? (Coffee/tea order, alcohol of choice, pop, etc)

What's your hair routine like? Anything special?

what's your favorite way to travel? Is there a mode of travel you haven't done that you want to experience?

favorite month of the year and why?

favorite time of day and why?

do you play or follow any sports? & elaborate on that?

what kind of music is stuck in your head a lot lately?

dishes or laundry?

what's something you learned recently?

if you could give a TED talk on anything, what would you talk about?

What's a piece of advice you find yourself giving a lot?

what's a piece of advice you would give to yourself five years ago?

do you believe in luck and superstition? Do you carry any lucky items or follow any lucky rules?

Are you musical? Play any instruments or sing? Would you ever perform for an audience?

Write, type, or speak?

Tipo eu gostava da parte de receber ordens claramente descritas, fazer meu trabalho em silêncio e receber por isso. Tipo os testes constantes me estressavam, mas pelo menos algumas vezes era secreto (eram atores fingindo serem clientes que erravam o pedido mudavam o pedido repentinamente para nos testar), então não ficava com a parte de me preparar. Sei lá, era um terror confortável e familiar.

Tenna art by @9Aaaalt29 on twt

The crowd roared in confused enthusiasm as Tenna gave a gracious flurry of low-FPS bows, pausing only for the occasional stink-nose at his audience plants who weren’t throwing enough 3D roses.

Eventually, the room fell silent. It was Senshi’s turn to speak.

He puffed out his chest, took a long, sweeping look over the audience… and shook his head.

“I can see not all of you are eating properly.”

The crowd murmured with embarrassment.

“I don’t know who needs to hear this, but it’s time to take the turkey out of your icebox. I have seen the ingenious technology with which your people store food... and I have also seen the waste which results from such convenience.

“The food you take had a life. Beasts grew fat on the grass of the field, plants grew from the sun’s rays, and mushrooms grew from minerals in the cracks of caves. And yet, it sits in your iceboxes, collecting moisture until it perishes.

“Eat what is given to you. Because its life will make you stronger, too.”

Without another word, Senshi left his podium and stepped away from the stage. The crowd murmured in confusion. “Is he really like that?” somebody said. “I only remember reblogging the photosets of him tripping and showing ass.”

--

Back in the Green Room, Tenna wrung his antennas nervously.

“Y-y-you think they liked me!? They HAD to!! I mean, I don’t know what Asgore was thinking, getting that weird haircut and running that food waste campaign, but… YOU thought I did good, didn’t you, Kris?”

Laios nodded aggressively, a streak of blue face paint peeling from his forehead.

“You did AMAZING, Tenna! By the way, now that we’ve seen all your insider campaign secrets, do you have any more videos of Susie? Especially her tail... If I could get a look at that, I could finally tell if she’s a dinosaur or --”

THWACK. Fake antlers butted Laios’s head.

“LAIOS?? Weren’t we dressed up to help SENSHI???” Marcille hissed, gesturing awkwardly with her hooves.

Suddenly, Tenna turned to the two adventurers.

“Hey, WAIT a second. SOMETHING’s not right here...”

Laios and Marcille held their breath.

“Where the heck are my POINTS!?”

Just then, the door opened. Chilchuck took one step into the room, whistling and holding a large bag.

Everyone turned to him.

Chilchuck paused, took a step backwards, and closed the door.

“CHILCHUCK!!!” yelled Tenna.

“How come Chilchuck got to stay Chilchuck!?” yelled Marcille at the same time.

--

E meninos não pensem que para ser homem de verdade você tem que ser um maioral que mantém uma esposa e trocentos filhos, isso literalmente não é viável sem um burnout pesado que destruirá tua vida e teus relacionanentos.

So-called TRFs like to act like Julia Serano is Girl Jesus but the vast majority of them have never read more than a few out of context quotes (if that) and are repeating badly-understood arguments that they have encountered on stage six of a poorly conceived game of text post telephone. I don’t much like Whipping Girl, I think it’s full of pseudoscience and it is fundamentally stunted by a profound lack of understanding of how sexism works for anyone who isn’t a binary trans woman. But even so, the insistence, even by people who tout Serano as the savior of all feminism, that the argument she makes are so simplistic and obvious that they can be understood through a half dozen 100 word post formulated in the style of an Epic Takedown of Le TMEs is extremely dismissive of this accomplished female scholar’s intelligence. It is, quite frankly, sexist.

And over here on ‘transandrophobia Tumblr’ (or whatever you want to call it) it’s not much better. I believe the people writing text posts sharing their experiences and thoughts are well meaning and they often form coherent arguments regardless of any readings they may or may not have done. But there is this underlying sentiment that the works of feminist scholarship that have been written in the half-decade plus that it’s been since the beginning of the mainstream feminist movement (not to mention all the writing by people suffering under patriarchy in the entirety of human history including from outside the global North) are at best full of outdated truisms that we enlightened Modern People already perfectly understand and at worst noxious tripe written by the bad people with the bad ideas that we should blacklist out of history.

It’s not my intention to be aggressive or accusatory or confrontational so forgive my fervent tone, I write like this because it’s an issue I’m very passionate about. But I will not mince words: this refusal to read the words of people who came before us, who analyzed gender and sexuality issues and what being oppressed for gender/sex/sexuality does to a person’s mind and soul and material reality and how these issues interact with other axes of oppression and much more besides, is stunting our advancement, as individuals, as a (trans) community, and as a (anti-misogyny, anti-transphobia, anti-intersexism, pro-bodily autonomy, etc.) movement. It is stopping all of us from being intellectually richer and increase our understanding of ourselves and our relationship to the world and other people.

Read more feminism. Read proto-feminism, read Marxist feminism, read liberal feminism, read Black feminism, read radical feminism, read postcolonial feminism, read materialist feminism, read ecofeminism, read Indigenous feminism, read transfeminism, read post-structural feminism, read transhumanism, read queer theory, read African feminism, read Chicana feminism, read feminisms I can’t even think of or have never even heard about.