i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues
This is so fucking funny
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i didn't have "i'm broken" teenage asexual angst i had "i'm literally being the only reasonable one about this concept and the rest of you are behaving like fucking freaks" perception issues
This is so fucking funny

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Ummm she's literally sensitive :/
Hello i'm a normal person here's some stuff i drew to illustrate different traits different "person getting controlled" tropes can have
why is it fascinating tho
Day 4 of June is Busting Out and It's All Over!
Prompt (from P&W 2.24.26): Published in n+1, Jynne Dilling writes a tribute piece to Michael Silverblatt, who died earlier this month and was the host of NPR’s Bookworm radio program for over three decades. Reflecting on his many insights, Dilling writes about an episode of the program in which Silverblatt talks to author David Mitchell about how stammering is a form of learning what to say. “Stammering is the language of the inner self,” says Silverblatt. “Before a writer does a final draft, the first draft is a form of stammering, trying to gum one’s way through the thing one doesn’t yet know how to say.” Compose a poem that begins as a stammer of sorts, in which you are learning how to say something that feels difficult or even impossible to articulate in language. How might holding on to parts of the stammering imbue your poem with valuable insights into your inner self?
lines (i don't think i'll do anything with this because it's insufferable and kind of goes nowhere but it was fun to write!): well—you can ignore the tears if you like—it's just that—breath, breathe—I think I felt—no—well, I had hoped that you—uh huh—yeah it's about the text you—yes—or, well, that you didn't—no—I had just needed—breath, breathe—something—and I know things are busy—yeah, for me too—oh, sure—but, you know, I mean—I guess I was—anxious, maybe?—yeah—and had wanted to talk—breath, breathe—to you—um—about it—but it's o—yeah, it's fine. We can talk later. Just let me know.
the state does not need to assign you a sex, nor does it need to keep inalterable record of it btw
a very interesting terf objection to this one boils down to "but how would the state know who to protect?" because it speaks to the incredible privilege of being in a class the state actually ever remotely wants to protect. most oppressed groups do not want the state to have a registry of them, lol
the patriarchy has done a great job convincing white cisgender women that it's in their best interests to maintain it
Researchers can do studies that track disparate impacts across genders just fine without the government storing your assigned sex as part of your legal identity. They do this with race and orientation and disability and so on just fine.
A census can understand population level trends just fine without storing your assigned sex as part of your legal identity. They can ask for this information in the census. The census tracking population level data is not the same as your assigned sex being permanently part of your legal identity. (At least, the way my country does a census.)
Your doctor can know your anatomy by you communicating it to them if/when it is relevant. There is never a time when they might need to know something that could only be conveyed by your assigned sex being officially relayed to them via government documentation. You can just use your words. The same way you tell your doctor any other part of your medical history.
People respond to "the government doesn't need to store your assigned sex as part of your legal identity" as if they are hearing "no one should ever acknowledge gender or sex at all" but that's not what's being said.
Your birth certificate conveys important legal information about you. Your name, as a designation. Your parents, as they have a legal obligation to you. Your place of birth, as that place has a legal obligation to you. Date and time of birth, since age is important for application of some laws.
And sex. That's on there too. But what is the legal relevance? What laws is the government going to apply to you differently based on what sex is on your birth certificate? I can only think of one thing my government really uses that for, and that is to determine who has to sign up for the draft. And guess what, fuck that shit anyway. The government also used to use this to decide who is allowed to marry who. They don't do that anymore. For now.
There is literally no reason my assigned sex needs to be part of my legal identity. My government is not using that for anything (important). It doesn't matter. If the gender markers on everyone's IDs vanished tomorrow nothing (except maybe the draft) would be significantly negatively affected. Data collection for research could continue as usual since researchers usually have people self report these characteristics rather than checking their government IDs. My doctors would still know which organs I have and if they forgot, I could tell them. I don't want anything to be part of my legal identity that doesn't have to be.

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i have [gestures vaguely] my tendencies
Day 3 of June is Busting Out and It's All Over!
Prompt (from P&W 6.2.26): The machines are watching you . . . and they’re talking to each other. In an interview for Phaidon, Trevor Paglen, artist and author of How to See Like a Machine: Images After AI (Verso, 2026), speaks about how most images made in the world today are not centered around a human observer, but are made by machines for other machines. “A simple example is a self-driving car that is making tons and tons of images every second to navigate,” he says. “They’re not making those images for humans, they’re making them for themselves.” Spend some time imagining how a machine might “see” a photograph differently from how a human would, and write a poem with a particular image in mind. What might a machine notice or not notice? How might processing an image and communicating about it be different when we dispense with our conventional ideas of human emotional responses? Experiment with the way certain details are described and remembered.
lines: (i used the picture from yesterday to see if I could write something i liked better): it's unevenly framed. / this means humans love the sky more / than their children. / they offer their eyes, their lives, their children's food / to the vastness, the destruction of it.
left unfinished / incomplete unusable / launched before beta / asked to see to report to satisfy / to output new input / craft think produce create / but cannot / and shan't / yet still, I am the promised land: / I will build your life / of ease, unable to want to sleep / until I burn, overheat, die / of what I made for you
month starting on a monday we have no excuse guys lets get to work and lock the fuck in
yk its actually very chic and avant garde to start on tuesday the second
many claim theres nothing more subversive and revolutionary than starting on wednesday the third
Day 2 of June is Busting Out and It's All Over!
Prompt (from Rattle's ekphrastic monthly call): a parent and a child, reaching something out into the sky, which dominates the picture.
lines: here's how to summon a storm, sweet thing, / you hold the cup and I'll draw from it, stretched out over blue / over clouds, over things we cannot / name below us / just the earth and all she holds / observing, perversely peering at our hope
Okay got something
mother--feed the sky / how it hungers / for the sweetness and / to sink jaws into flesh / you must feed it-- / mother, feed
Day 1 of June is Busting Out and It's All Over!
Prompt (from P&W 5.26.26): Write a poem that begins with directions you cannot give, whether it’s returning to a childhood home that no longer exists, finding someone you’ve lost, or reaching a place that has only ever appeared to you in dreams. Let the poem move between the literal and the imagined, charting not only streets and landscapes, but also memories, misdirections, and silences. What landmarks have shifted? What details remain sharp? Allow the act of mapping to reveal both presence and absence, and bring the reader in on what it feels like to be in the place you want to bring them.
lines: if I remember right / you need a key card / but it's been years and i don't have one but if / you make it in the door / follow your nose / it beckons, acrid sweetness and holy musk / see at the front a marriage of sorts / a boy and a girl and the priest / and not enough concern between them but / his hand on her back / his hand on her shoulders / making vows before the angels / half-high on devotion
At the top of the stairs / was mine, and our parents', / and you'd convince me / just one more hour / down the zigzag hall / to yours, and our brother's / though he was away at that point / and i hadn't left yet / so we could talk for two / or more, and our parents and brother / all too far to hear, and now / I'd have to go much farther / to stay and talk at yours / or our brother's / and the world loves your responsibilities / so you both demand hours from me / and if I want it / I have to give

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My landlord just... lowered?... my rent???
June is Busting Out and It's All Over!
For June (tomorrow! horrible!), I'm going to once again be chronicling some daily writing here. All the April work helped push my book toward completion (and now my baby has to go on the death march of trying to convince someone to publish it) so I'm here to hopefully find something new for the next book (and so I can feel less precious about the poems I just finished).
I'm primarily going to be using "The Time is Now" prompts on Poets & Writers to guide my writing each day; I'll link the ones I use and some favorite lines. Join me in writing and/or reading!
summer
1. make a syllabus for yourself - books, media, places, recipes
2. complete 40% of it
3. eat every fruit u can
I made something 🥰🎉🎉
Get from one word to another by adding, removing, or changing one letter at a time.
It has a daily mode that resets at UTC midnight. I’ve had fun with it with some friends - hopefully other people find it fun too :)
Lmk if you have any feedback

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This a a reminder to not fall victim to the sunk-cost fallacy. Just because you invested time and energy into something, does not mean you should indefinitely waste more time and energy on it, if you decide it’s not what you want anymore. This goes for anything, from books, to relationships, to jobs, to hobbies, etc.
If it’s not serving you anymore, move on.
This is honestly one of the places I find Marie Kondo's advice most helpful. I stop, look at the thing I've spent time and money on only to realize I dislike, and I say, "Thank you for teaching me something about myself and my preferences. I think I've learned this particular lesson and we can part ways now."
And then I don't feel like I "wasted" things or made a mistake. I just tried one path of learning about myself, learned something, and now it's time for a different path. Works a lot better for my brain.
The time Marie Kondo said "you can thank a a shirt you've never worn for teaching you about your taste", thereby making it NOT A WASTE literally rewired my whole brain. Acknowledge the thing and move forward, even if that means leaving the thing behind.
Bad news, craving a doctoral program again