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I think I love tumblr the most bc I donât owe anyone anything. I can come on here and reblog the most unhinged ridiculous shit and then leave. Iâm not giving any explanation.

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oh I know how to make a poll's results look like the letter E watch this
what is the rightmost digit of the number of responses this poll has right now? (it should be visible before you vote.)
0, 1, or 2
3
4 or 5
6
7, 8, or 9
pride on tumblr is so fun!!!11!!! the heart turns into a rainbow when you hit the like button đđđ the tumblr staff and algorithm continues to be exceedingly transphobic and especially transmisogynistic. trans women are getting banned left and right for merely existing. please donât let another version of rainbow capitalism distract you
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I want to try. Try what? I want to learn how to be with someone. But I'm slow when it comes to things like this. You'll have to teach me. Of course. I'd be happy to. Honestly, at first I thought you were about to cancel our exclusive friends-with-benefits subscription. Are you crazy? Of course not.
ENEMIES WITH BENEFITS | EP6
We did meet. Nineteen years ago. I was 8, you were 9. Outside the temple. The Wong boys were taunting me about my parentsâ divorce. You beat the crap out of them. You were wearing a Kristy McNichol t-shirt, tan cords and a pageboy. You spilled your momâs groceries. We scooped them into a bag. And then I kissed youâŚon the nose. And you ran.
SAVING FACE (2004) dir. Alice Wu
Theyâre calling me every slur under the sun over on twitter for this post
Would you sell liquor to this baby
Yes
No
I donât think life begins at contraception but Iâd still sell liquor to baby
Wait hold on rb canceled thatâs the wrong word wait no stopďżź

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Iâve got a coworker who apparently keeps asking people (when Iâm not around) why I care so much about âall that political stuffâ, especially since it just seems to upset me. She believes Iâm wasting my energy caring about âthings that donât affectâ me. Adorable. So, for the record:
Caring about trans rights? Pretty obvious one. Iâm nonbinary. I have several trans siblings. Several trans friends. I have embraced the ability to alter the body I live in, making it a happier home. I have watched firsthand the euphoria that spreads from gender affirming actions. And even if I didnât? Trans rights are human rights. Iâm a human. Therefore: it affects me.
Caring about queer rights? Also obvious. Iâm a lesbian. My marriage is a gay marriage. Iâm married to a bisexual woman. I have ace friends, aro friends, a community built around being gay, lesbian, pan, demi, on and on. And even if that werenât the case? Queer rights are human rights. Iâm a human. Therefore: it affects me.
Caring about womenâs rights, particularly regarding bodily autonomy? Obvious. I was raised in a body that is presumed to be female. I have women all around me, many of whom have suffered health problems that arenât taken seriously, many of whom can and do get pregnant and therefore need to be able to choose what happens to their bodies and lives. And even if none of that were true? Womenâs rights are human rights. Iâm a human. Therefore: it affects me.
Caring about the rights of Black, Brown, Asian, Indigenous, and all other people of color? Maybe less obvious, looking at me. Iâm white as hell. My community, my coworkers, my friendsâthey arenât. They deserve the safety, the joy, the excitement to be alive that white people seem to be assigned as a default. And even if I was completely surrounded by white people 24/7? POC rights are human rights. Iâm a human. Therefore: if affects me.
Caring about the psychological and moral impacts of generative AI? Hey, man, I donât use it. But the people around me do. I watch them outsource their brainpower and creativity every day. I watch them get less clever, less capable, less willing to do the bare minimum that comes with daily tasks. I watch them brag about âmaking artâ and âwriting short storiesâ, knowing all the while that the art I make, the art around me made by honest human effort, the art I value like religion is all being scraped and stolen so they can clap their hands with false pride. Itâs not happening to me, but itâs happening to all manner of people, which makes it a human concern. Iâm a human. Therefore: it affects me.
Caring about the environment? Sure, I live in a nice neighborhood with clean drinking water and relative securityâfor now. But those data centers are encroaching every day. The water will run out. Streets once lined with trees are bare. Every summer is the hottest on record. There has been a increase in deadly storms when we used to get none at all. And this is in a place that is, for now, mostly okay. Itâs not a theory. Itâs happening. Itâs happening to the whole world, to all humans. Iâm a human. Therefore: it affects me.
Caring about genocide? I donât know those people. Itâs not happening on my continent. It could be a story in a book. Except: the photographic evidence, the videos, the experiences of the people suffering are right there. You canât miss them. Itâs happening there, and there, and there, as it has happened before. My tax dollars are going that direction against my will. Politicians who are supposed to represent me are throwing in with murder, with extermination, and expecting me to applaud their work. That blood is on my hands, too. On all of ours. Itâs happening, and as long as we keep turning away, it will keep happening, keep spreading. Itâs a human issue. Iâm a human. Therefore: it fucking affects me.
That woman wants so badly to think the world is a bubble. So many of these people are only reassured by the idea that as long as itâs not touching them, itâs not touching anything or anyone they need to care about. But every dollar stripped from infrastructure, health care, community, environmental protection, the basic civil liberties that make life just a little easier and safer and kinderâevery dollar given over to tech bros and surveillance and war and genocideâis politics. Every element of life is structured by politics. Itâs not a light switch. You canât just walk out of a room and say, âHey, no worries, I donât need to see in there anyway.â Itâs the whole house. Itâs the grid. Itâs the neighborhood. Itâs the structure of your very life.
Itâs a human issue. Every beat of it. And it affects you, even if you tie your blindfold as tightly as possible and hum real loud. I donât look at all of this because I want the anxiety. I look at it because the only way not to see it would be to shut my eyes.
And it would come for me out of the dark anyway.
You actually cannot skip to being good at a creative endeavour that you haven't put much practice into. You cannot trick your way out of the 'knows that your work is not what you want it to be but don't know how to improve it' stage by planning or reading or talking about it really really hard. At some point you just have to craft through it until your brain finds it's own unique way back to the 'everything I make slaps' stage and be prepared to start the cycle all over again. You just have to make that project you're excited about slightly less good than you want it to be. (Says this standing in a pool of blood and covered in blood and also coughing up a little blood)
everyone stop reblogging this I hate to be reminded of my own good advice
so many people don't understand how abelist it is to kill your brother with a rock
Have you guys seen that clip
Go off Kermit
we're just normal men
Why the heck is this dude trying to confirm if the frog puppet is hetrosexual???
assessing the situation before he shoots his shot
Happy Pride to Kermit the Frog, questioning king
He's in charge and he can do that, the next one can change that decision, that's the rules as I understand them.

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She played bass on 10,000 songs, including the most-played track of the twentieth century. She was paid $55 per session. Her name never appeared on the albums.
Gold Star Studios, Los Angeles, 1964. A woman in a cardigan walks past the receptionist, a Fender Precision bass in her hand like a briefcase. She doesnât sign autographs. She signs a timesheet.
Her name is Carol Kaye. In three hours, she will record what will become the most-played track of the twentieth century. Sheâll pocket fifty-five dollars and head to another studio, on the other side of town, for the next session.
The record label will never put her name on the album.
Between 1957 and 1973, Carol Kaye took part in roughly 10,000 recording sessions. Not as the featured artist, not as a guest, but as a hired hand. She was part of an anonymous collective nicknamed The Wrecking Crewâelite studio musicians who actually played the instruments on your favorite records while the famous bands posed for promotional photos.
The work was relentless. Three albums before the day was over. Stale coffee in paper cups. No rehearsal. The charts arrived minutes before the tape rolled. If you couldnât read a chart and nail the take in two tries, you didnât get called for the next session.
Carol could do it on the first try.
She started playing guitar in grimy bars at fourteen because her family couldnât pay the electric bill. Music wasnât a romantic dream for her. It was survival. It was a jobâfactory work with better acoustics and lower pay.
But she was faster and sharper than almost everyone else. She corrected charts in pencil while the producer was still explaining what he wanted. In one session in 1968, she told a famous producer his arrangement sounded like a dying dog. She chose her own line. They kept her version.
That descending bass line that drives the Beach Boysâ âWouldnât It Be Niceâ? Carol Kaye. The propulsive groove of âThese Boots Are Made for Walkinââ? Carol Kaye. The acoustic-guitar intro to âLa Bambaâ? Carol Kaye. The iconic theme from Mission: Impossible? Carol Kaye.
She invented techniques on the spot, out of sheer necessity. When the bass sound was too muddy for AM radio, she stuck felt under the strings and used a hard pick instead of her fingers. The tone cut through the static like a blade. It became the sonic signature that defined 1960s pop.
Bassists spent yearsâdecadesâtrying to crack the secret of the Beach Boysâ gear to get that sound. They were studying the wrong people. They should have been studying Carol.
She received no royalties. No residuals. No gold-record ceremony. No credit on the album sleeves. When âYouâve Lost That Lovinâ Feelinââ hit number one, Carol was already back in a studio cutting a soap jingle.
The biggest bands mimed her bass lines on TV variety shows. New York marketing departments decided a mom in classic clothes didnât fit the rebellious-youth image they were selling. So they simply left her name off the album credits.
For thirty years, almost no one cared. The truth only began to surface in the late 1990s, when music researchers found the same union contract numbers on thousands of hit records. The very documents meant to preserve studio musiciansâ anonymity betrayed them.
Think about it. Every time you heard âGood Vibrations,â âRiver Deep â Mountain High,â the Righteous Brothers, Nancy Sinatra, or Sonny and Cher, you were hearing Carol Kaye. She composed the soundtrack of an entire generationâs youth.
And yet the records still say nothing. Sheâs now over eighty. She wrote instructional books. She trained countless bassists. She is finally starting to be recognized by music historians who uncovered the truth about The Wrecking Crew.
But she never got what she deserved: her name on those albums. Credit for the music that defined an era. Recognition that those bass lines everyone associates with the âBeach Boysâ were, in fact, Carol Kayeâs.
Fifty-five dollars a session. Ten thousand sessions. The most-played track of the twentieth century.
And the world didnât know her name.