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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like iām being hunted by god

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I think people would be less suicidal if they were allowed to talk about being suicidal without risk of being sent to the Torture Dungeon
parents love giving you job hunting advice that's like Have you tried destroying and betraying yourself for nothing
what are they going to do about the fact that you can never go back

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I still smoke cigarettes.
I know I shouldn't.
It's a dirty habit.
It's killing me, this thing in my hand.
There's this concept called 'dignity of risk'.
Something got fucked somewhere. My brain thinks risk *is* dignity now.
Risk is freedom. This smoke in my lungs is proof I am autonomous.
You can't smoke in jail. Or the hospital.
5:30 AM, sitting stooped on the side of my apartment building
Noxious fumes, like gasoline.
Thousands of miles from everything I've ever known
Clinging to tobacco wrapped in paper like it's a love letter from home.
I don't know how to stop killing myself just to prove I can.
I don't know how to close my emergency exit hatch and still feel free.
I fucking hate cigarettes. I hate smoking.
I hate that I have been taught to chain myself to something that hurts to feel free.
I wish I could put it down.
I just don't know how.
I donāt think America should be burned to the ground because I think you people need to start caring more about indigenous people and their land first.
Like, I understand the sentiment but 9 times out of 10 I hear this sort of stuff from people who do not include indigenous rights in their activism, and rather depend on violent slogans to rid themselves of responsibility to their community, as if theyād prefer to have a pissing contest over who can hate America the most instead of, like⦠work on restoring land rights to Native Americans or engage with their real life communities.
The American government is a genocidal machine built upon the deaths of millions of Black and Brown people, both in America and oversees, but white people on tumblr would rather joke about burning it all to the ground instead of talk to the people whose land it belongs to and actively work on involving them in their activism.
Like, I donāt talk too much about my politics here, but the landback movement is my main point of activism (not just in America, but in every country across the world) and unfortunately, this tankie-led website always gets suspiciously quiet whenever indigenous people in their own country want to talk about restoring their land, because it doesnāt really fit into their (originally white European) idea of destroying everything from the ground up and turning it into some communist utopia.
Like, I also donāt think you care much about people oversees either, you just kinda want an outlet for your violent fantasies.
"thought crimes aren't real, it's your actions that matter" and "your mindset informs how you treat others, so you should try not to have a shitty one" are another pair of things that are both true btw
"nothing's stopping you from getting a flip phone again just do it" <- I Get the sentiment but the world has become more and more (esp since the COVID) smartphone dependent.
last month my brother, a life long touchscreen hater, had to get his first smartphone because he couldn't pay his rent without one since his bank website no longer allows him to use his personal card reader (given by his bank) to make payments. most public transports outside the main city Require that you use the App to get tickets. the other day I went to a brunch place that wouldn't let me order food without going through the App.
I personally think smartphones have ups and downs, and I won't lie I really like having Small Games in my pocket at all times but the way smartphones have become a necessity/requirement to live in society is so fucking annoying and honestly fucked up.
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It's important to have one medium you are pretentious about and another medium that shows you also have dogshit taste
okay letās get all this straight.
the FIRST figure skating backflip was performed by this guy Terry Kubicka
now Terry landed his flip at the Olympics in ā76 and in ā77 the backflip was quickly deemed illegal in this level of figure skating as it was considered dangerous and, some argue more crucially, couldnāt be landed on one foot, as is the required landing for all other figure skating jumps
Fast forward to 1998 at the Olympics once more and French skater Surya Bonaly.
It is widely discussed and disputed as to whether Surya was historically underscored by American judges. She won five straight gold medals in the European championships from ā90 to ā95 but couldnāt break past 4th place at two Olympics during this period of time. It was at her 3rd Olympic Games she pulled out her backflip and crucially landed it on one foot.
The one foot landing was seen as the big obstacle in the way of the backflip being legalised. That and its danger level. In the time between Kubicka and Bonaly however many skater had already added two foot landed flips to their performance routines (ie not scored competitions)
Some people see this as the moment the backflip should had been legalised in competitive figure skating. Many skaters had executed it safely and Bonaly proved she could accomplish the one foot landing. Bonaly placed 10th at this Olympics, incurring harsh deductions for the illegal backflip. The backflip was at no point considered in contention for legality despite Bonalyās accomplishments, (one of which being the first female skater to land a quad jump at the Olympics). Her Olympic backflip was seen as a middle finger to Olympic judges and the stringently unprogressive nature of the sport. There were more moments than this throughout her career such as her initial refusal to mount the second place podium at the ā94 worlds for reasons unclear. There are rumours of her āthrowing tantrumsā or being ungrateful, and while this may be true, itās not an uncommon sight in the world of figure skating, and given how black women are still treated in sports today, especially those that take physical appearance and body lines into account, it is undoubted that Bonaly faced racial bias during her professional career.
Surya Bonaly continued to preform her now signature one footed backflip in performances. And the backflip remained illegal in competition.
Within the conversation about Olympic figure skating backflips, there is one skater who may well be the most overlooked. The one who got the committees to legalise it! And that would be this guy, Adam Siao Him Fa
At the 2024 worlds he told himself if he skated his routine clean he would finish with a backflip, a move he had been practicing with his coaches despite it still being an illegal move. Fa did skate clean, and did preform his backflip, and so incurred the mandatory penalty of a 2 point deduction for the use of an illegal manoeuvre.
In a figure skating full circle moment, one of the judges on the panel for that competition, was Terry Kubicka himself. Almost 50 years on from his backflip he has since commentated on the irony of seeing the move he began in the 70ās and being required to deduct points for it. This two point deduction wouldnāt stop Fa from still claiming the gold medal that year. He preformed an illegal move at the end of a perfect routine and took the gold. Mere months after this at a scheduled review the backflip was removed from the group of illegal moves. It would not be granted any technical points like other jumps but would no longer incur a two point deduction.
Today at the Olympic Games in 2026, Ilia Malinin, thanks to these three (and many more performance skaters) before him has landed the first backflip at the Olympics since itās legalisation.
So to wrap up.
First backflip (two foot) - Terry Kubicka - move made illegal
First backflip (one foot) - Surya Bonaly - move still illegal
Legalisation turning point - Adam Siao Him Fa - move made legal
First fully legal backflip - Ilia Malinin - flip still does not score points
In the future personally I hope to see the flip be utilised by more and more skaters, be given a score, and personal creativity to be more welcomed into the sport, because really we could have had 50 years of Olympic Backflips at this point.
I come late to organizing as a transgender activist. In doing so, Iāve learned a lot. Iāve learned transgendered people truly are everywhere and not just in New York, San Francisco and Washington D.C. Iāve learned many want to quietly assimilate into the white, heterosexual, middle class status quo that is the dominant culture of our nation. Iāve learned quite a few of us have no wish or desire for such assimilation ā that for some of us, our greatest desire is to shake up that dominant culture, to question gender and identity on every level ā social, biological, political and personal. Iāve learned that perhaps right at this moment there is a transgendered person ā most likely an MTF transsexual or crossdresser, most likely a person of color, being brutally murdered. Iāve learned people much younger than I are coming out as transgendered in ways I never believed possible when I was their age and are challenging not only the status quo, but also calling on āoldā activists like me to take another look around and see the world through their eyes. And Iāve learned that, perhaps like all other communities, we love to eat our own. Some of you reading this are aware of the controversies and conflicts swirling within the transgender community, most of which focus upon the organization GenderPAC. For those of you who arenāt up on it, hereās an abbreviated version. A significant number of transgender activists and community organizations have taken issue with GenderPACās expansion of its mission and vision to incorporate a larger view of gender rights rather than a specific and focused emphasis upon civil rights advocacy for transgendered people. Depending on whom you ask, this reinventing of GenderPAC is either the logical extension of its organizational vision to secure the rights of all people to free gender expression ā or the cold-blooded abandonment of the very community by whom and for which it was created, nurtured and financially supported. Being the baby TG activist I am, I come to this drama late. Long after the battle lines were laid down. Long after sides were chosen, opinions formed and set in stone. Long after wounds (both real and imagined) were inflicted.
Iāve watched carefully for the past couple of years as the battle has played out online, in internet chat rooms, and on mailing lists. Iāve read statements from individuals and organizations that have taken a stand on the issue. Iāve received press releases and announcements from one camp or another; a battle of media propaganda that would make the veterans of the Cold War proud. And through it all, Iāve tried to be a rather casual observer, if one can be casual as they watch some of the best and brightest of their community consumed in an internal battle that threatens to tear the entire community apart. Of course my being a casual observer hasnāt stopped a few folks from demanding to know where I stand. Iāve been pulled aside at conferences and been given āinformation,ā primarily innuendo and accusation, so I am up to speed on the situation. Iāve been directed to websites that were little more than character assassinations in badly laid-out HTML. And Iāve been emailed privately and off-list by those concerned I was going to make the āwrong choice.ā Want to know what my answer to these people is? Okay, here it is ā I really donāt care. Thatās right. I DONāT CARE. You see, I believe almost everyone entangled in this controversy is acting in what they believe are the best interests of the community with which they feel most closely aligned. I believe theyāre doing the best they can with what they have. I believe mistakes have been made by everyone involved, that the personal has become political in the most destructive of ways. I also believe in change and evolution; that even organizations that have had to be forced to listen to me and to consider my issues can learn from their mistakes and realize they must make a seat for me at the table if they are to truly realize the dream of civil rights for themselves and for others. But most of all, I believe in hope. I was asked point-blank whose side I was on. This is my answer: I am on the side of whoever has the guts and initiative to end this thing and make a real effort to move our community forward out of this debilitating and destructive conflict. Iām on the side of anyone who is more interested in healing the wounds than in proving who is right. Iām on the side of those who have the ability and the willingness to put aside their personal and political animosities and seek some way to bring together everyone involved to begin a healthy dialogue, one without finger-pointing and name-calling. Until that happens, I guess Iām on the side of those who are the most negatively affected by this dysfunctional family feud. In case anyone needs a refresher course as to who those folks are and the issues they are dealing with, allow me to introduce just a few of them. The transsexual FTM who has lost custody of his child when he began transition; the butch lesbian who lost her job because she refused to wear makeup or shave her legs; the crossdresser whose wife is seeking a divorce and custody of the children he adores; the effeminate gay man beaten to death and crucified on a fence on a lonely Midwestern plain; the 17-year-old MTF doing tricks in the back alleys of San Francisco because her parents kicked her out when they found āhimā wearing dresses; the FTM who died of uterine cancer because he couldnāt get insurance approval for a hysterectomy after he had completed sexual reassignment. Ultimately, it is these transgender, transsexual and gender- variant people who have the most to lose if someone doesnāt step up to the plate to end this.
"Gender, Identity Politics, and Eating Our Own" by Alexander John Goodrum (2001)
Alexander John Goodrum (1960ā2002) was a Black trans male activist, writer, and educator from the US. He was bisexual, disabled, and low-income. He founded TGNet Arizona which became a major force for transgender activism in the state. He was the author of "Gender Identity 101: A Transgender Primer," which became a highly utilized resource for transgender issues.
Alexander died by suicide in 2002. As many of my followers already know, trans men broadly have some of if not the highest rates of suicide in the community; the 2015 USTS found that 45% of transgender men (the highest of all groups looked at) had attempted suicide at least once in their lives. The same study found that Black trans people were the third likeliest ethnic group (behind Native and mixed) to attempt suicide at 47%. And it also found that rates of attempted suicide amongst disabled trans people were at 54%.
Alexander, a disabled Black trans man, sat squarely within all three of these groups.
Alexander wrote the above a year before he ended his own life. I do not know what his personal motivations were. But I find that, after two decades in a world without him, his words on infighting remain extremely relevant and vital to our community. And the final words of the speech, especially in the context of his own tragic death, deserve repeating over and over until it gets into our collective head:
I guess Iām on the side of those who are the most negatively affected by this dysfunctional family feud. [...] Ultimately, it is these transgender, transsexual and gender-variant people who have the most to lose if someone doesnāt step up to the plate to end this.
Rest in peace & power, Alexander. May you live on in future generations of Black trans men, Black disabled trans men, Black queer trans men, poor Black trans men, who will come into a world that is softer on them than it was on you. We must make that world a reality in your honor.
The egg prime directive debate is stupid because it's 99% people talking past each other. Here is the actual rule to follow:
Don't try to crack an egg unless their gender is your business. But if their gender is your business, you have an obligation to bring it up in a way specifically tailored to helping them self discover one way or another.
When is someone's gender your business? When they have a personal relationship with you and they trust you.
The problem with egg cracking is when losers make it a game for their own personal entertainment. If you are that desperate for drama go watch a soap opera or read some trashy literature.
I firmly believe that all identities are relational and formed through partaking in certain sets of actions. I also think when youāre isolated itās very easy to lose track of who You are. I think this is why so many lonely/isolated people end up obsessing over labels and label discourse. itās one of the only processes of identity formation you can partake in by yourself, in your bedroom. this is not meant as a value judgement, just as an observation as someone who was that lonely label-obsessed kid in the past

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Call me idealistic but it doesn't have to be this way. It just doesn't. And in fact, accepting and learning how to imagine the possibility of a decent, equitable world is the *only* way to ever have a chance of creating one.
I think one of the biggest mental hurdles to get over when it comes to the pursuit of a better world is the acknowledgement of possibility. You cannot start down any road if you don't have some idea of the destination. That doesn't mean you'll actually end up where you intend, but that internal sense of direction is so so important to develop and maintain.
The 'natural order' isn't always morally superior or objectively better, but the fact of the matter remains that money is not naturally occurring. Societal gender roles and racial disparities are human made. Poverty is a curable condition. Food does not *have* to cost money. Life does not *have* to be this goddamn hard, when we have the resources to make it easier on all of us. Humans are capable of imagining complex, beautiful worlds. Making amazing machines and mechanisms. Humans aren't gods or anything but bro we do some *pretty* cool stuff and if greed and survival and profit motive aren't the primary factors driving collective movement that could really turn into something none of us even thought possible. Solarpunk-esque models are honestly probably our best shot at any relatively not-shitty rest of humanity's future. Earth is the best planet we've got (colonizing space in pretty much any way is more effort than it's worth at the current moment) and our companions on this planet (animals, bugs, plants,etc) deserve as much of a shot at longevity as we do. I hear people say all the time stuff like 'eh humans are inherently evil we should just let ourselves die out'. Firstā not objectively trueā but second, what's *not* evil about taking a bunch of non-consenting parties down with us? Climate change probably won't totally blow up the world, but come *on*! Why fuck it up on purpose when there are ways to minimize harm?
Nothing is ever going to be *perfect* because life isn't about perfect. Neither is evolution or learning or progress. It's about doing. Doing a little more effort. Slowing down in places it matters. We don't *need* 80 million new plastic products for every holiday and birthday party and dinner-time. We don't *have* to throw out our tech every few years or charge a gazillion dollars for life-saving treatments (that's mostly the US. But still)
Just think about it. 7 continents. 8 billion-some people. Metric tonnes of clothing, salvageable materials, food-stuffs, building materialsā everything we could ever need, and more. It's all sitting inside storage units and garages and old houses and yes, landfills. There are no sensible or justifiable reasons to keep consuming and consuming and polluting and killing. There's no good reason to keep resources from each other and to keep funneling them up the food chain to ungrateful, greedy, controlling billionaires. We could heal ecosystems. We could elevate minds that never would have seen the light of day in a system that gatekeeps education.
We could be *thriving* on a much higher level than we are as a species, if we could just start small. Build up. Because just demolishing the rotting structure isn't enoughā you need nets to catch the people jumping out as it crumbles. The laying of new foundations must happen in tandem with the dismantling of old ones.
It could be so beautiful. It could be so much *better* and less painful on average. I think the best key to improving anything even a *little* bit is deciding the best possible outcome and doing your best to stay on that path. Very much the energy of 'Shoot for the moon, even if you miss you'll land almost the stars' (Norman Vincent Peale)
Nothing can happen overnight. There's no simple path to true collective liberation and structural equity. But I think being audacious enough to say: 'Alright. If *we* do manage to get these rich assholes out of power, what next?? How do we make sure this doesn't happen again?' can help all of us keep our eyes on the prize. The first priority should be improving material conditions for the most disenfranchised in the now, and creating sustainable, nature-integrated foundations for the future.
None of this would be simpleā or even always *comfortable* to achieveā but it's all valuable. Possible. It would really be worth the effort in the end, if we just committed to the results but didn't attach our motivation to instant gratification.
So yeah. I know hope hurts sometimes and it can be genuinely distressing to think like 'oh. My suffering *isn't* necessary.' But it isn't. And the future doesn't have to be dark and bleak, at least not forever. When you acknowledge the possibility of a 'truly good' outcome, then 'good enough' starts to feel less far away.
'A society grows great when old men plant trees whose shade they know they'll never sit in.' , etc
blame you.
you have taken our only glass of water and drank it.
though,
i mustnāt blame you.
i pushed that water towards you,
i gave you a chance to quench your hydration;
i told you that i was not thirsty,
i had said to you to drink it.
i wish we could have split that glass;
my throats now dry,
but now youāre hydrated,
and thatās all that matters.
i mustnāt blame you.