Angelic Androgyne

delineating between 'content i am/am not allowed to admit i am horny for' is silly self-policing. and once you've disciplined yourself enough, self-policing inevitably turns into regular policing, because you get fewer and fewer shots at the real goal of policing (including self-policing): doling out punishments

you are looking at something. it's art showing two people interacting. it makes you feel a certain strong way, an emotional response that isn't beholden to your rational teachings. you are afraid of what is inside of you. you were yelled at, maybe beaten for it before. suddenly you get an idea! turning inwards, you yell at and maybe beat the part of yourself you are afraid of. and to your glee you realise you have overpowered it, become a better and more rational person. you see someone else and realise you should yell or beat it into them too

inside job from a girl with big conspiracies

It literally does not matter one bit how technically correct you are or how well you can quote Marx or Lenin or whoever from memory if you're a rude and divisive asshole nobody can work with. If you are not capable of treating people with patience, even when they are espousing something incorrect, you are not capable of being a real Communist in any meaningful fashion. This is a movement for the liberation of the proletariat and all oppressed, not one for you to look smart on tumblr of all places, and vanguard movements readily ignore egoists who are clearly in this because they want to feel like they have some sort of complex political justification for being unnecessarily rude to people.

you can't call it being a trap anymore. you have to call it information warfare

i want to for once just come crashing down instead of quietly simmering in misery. it could be transformative, instead of living in stasis.

when I'm around others I can't let myself feel things properly because I was trained to hold it in. when I'm alone the feelings are too much to bear on my own, so I end up not able to, and just distract myself instead. it's a constant cycle of paralysis and self-reduction I keep straining against. it doesn't feel like being alive at all.

you have to be nicer to nonbinary transfems and that's literally the bare minimum

maybe just like. consider us at all please

I worry with something like that that I'll get the "no you should unmask and be yourself!" girlies. but like. I know that. we all know that. it's just that some of us kinda have to mask to exist in society at all, and those of us who need it most are the ones that it's hardest for.

wrath like a typhoon with nowhere to flow

broken in, tamed, muzzled and declawed