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attention to all dashcon attendees

there are people who think this is a joke

i enter the web design class

sometimes it just ends up being something like

“When I was young, women were raped on the campus of a great university and the authorities responded by telling all the women students not to go out alone after dark or not to be out at all. Get in the house. (For women, confinement is always waiting to envelope you.) Some pranksters put up a poster announcing another remedy, that all men be excluded from campus after dark. It was an equally logical solution, but men were shocked at being asked to disappear, to lose their freedom to move and participate, all because of the violence of one man.”

Telling women they are allowed to do what they want, but it would be better to travel in groups, is totally the same as not allowing men on campus.

I was literally in a group once and still had a random man grab me from behind and stick his head in my neck, I had someone grope my thigh and attempt to grab my ass during the middle of the day on a public bus with people on it before, anyone who is afab, trans women, or anyone fem presenting deserves to be able to punch people like this in the face

the truth about computers they don't want you to know.

Oh my fucking god I am going to kill myself

THERE'S TWENTY ONE THIS TIME???

oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.