Vagabond Bones

This Tumblr post is the first time someone has explained to me *why* I couldn’t feed them before those instances.

every single time i have had to say, "i understand that if he had food or water, he could aspirate it into his lungs under anesthesia. i am not lying to you." THEN someone would make a little note and i would stop being repeatedly asked.

not a single time was that risk explained to me. the only reason it came up was because i already knew. i still don't understand why it isn't standard pre-op counseling or pre-op check information, when me as a parent acknowledging the actual risk also put THE MEDICAL STAFF at ease because i conveyed that i had informed understanding as reason to not lie about giving my kid food.

I think there's an incredible correlation between insulating cis boys from the consequences of their actions and the prevalence of violent crime.

I think we teach cis boys from a young age that violence will be tolerated from them as long as they perform masculinity to society's standards.

That second part is the salient factor here. Because we also teach them that violence will not be tolerated from them if they defy society's standards of masculinity, even if it's self defense. If they're picked on for defying those standards, it's the violence against them that's validated.

I think cis boys who are performing masculinity to society's standards get in no real trouble for snapping their classmates' bra straps or pulling their hair or whatever else gets written off as "he likes you" & it sets them up for a life of violence.

I think the point about performing masculinity to society’s standards is so interesting. I’m thinking out loud here, but the relationship between gender roles and violence is fascinating. Like, a (cis!) girl who punches a boy in the face for picking on her may get in trouble or may be celebrated for it, and it’s a coin toss. Queer cis men who retaliate against violence committed against them will get in trouble. Butch women will get in trouble. And for trans men and trans masc folk, it’s a function of passing, wherein if you’re seen as queer, you’ll get punished, but if you pass, it will most likely be celebrated as masculinity. As for trans women, they get the 2-for-1 transmisoggny special and get in trouble for what’s usually society-sanctioned violence, aka sports*.

This country has been having a ten year debate about who is allowed to wear a skirt in public, but Congress didn't even have to approve a whole fucking war with Iran for it to happen.

It should take months to years to get military actions approved. They should have to demonstrate beyond a shadow of a doubt that it's the only option, and they should have to have a plan in place to protect that country's citizens from experiencing any ill effects from war.

Alice Te Punga Somerville, Always Italicise: How to Write While Colonised - Kupu rere kē

I don't remember the details but I recall how the guy had the looks of a rough life written all over him, ragged clothes in contrast to the police officer's pristine uniform - though obscured by motion blur as he was rapidly approaching with hateful intent - and the much finer burial clothes of the deceased. A small, skinny man with black hair, holding onto the bottle that's about to be confiscated like it's something precious to him.

I felt like something wasn't adding up and went to the comments to see if there was additional context that was missing from all this, and there was: The son and the father were Romani, and at least at the time it was still very much a tradition in Swedish Romani culture to bury the dead with little gifts - not necessarily extravagant or expensive, but things that the lost loved one would have liked.

Had to go find the photo, it's indeed Swedish. Taken by Åke Borglund and photo of the year 1958, apparently.

It would raise braille literacy more than anything else I could imagine - among both the blind and the sighted. Currently braille is actually vanishing due to an increasing reliance on audiobooks and screen readers. 

my neck hurts, my shoulders hurt, my upper back hurts, my hips hurt, my thighs hurt

every fucking day, always a minimum baseline amount of pain

every fucking day jack shit can trigger it to be so much worse

fuck school fuck work fuck school fuck work

beating me down, making me work through my so-called and stolen rest time

the pain only gets further ingrained the more I'm overworked

i’m like “you can totally go downstairs, but just so you know, right now the only thing down there is the genealogy department. that’s like the history of this area and the people who lived here a long time ago.”

i’m expecting them to lose interest, but to my surprise, they go “we want to see the genealogy department!!!!!!”

so i’m like “alright let’s do it!!!!” and lead this group of maybe six elementary school kids across the library make way for ducklings style and downstairs to our extremely not kid friendly genealogy room. our genealogy librarian is super cool, though, and he pulls out a few interesting things for them to look at & they ask a lot of questions and try to find where they live on maps from the 1800s

after about fifteen minutes, their curiosity has been sated, so we go back upstairs and over to the children’s department in that same duckling parade style

Unlike humans, a demon’s celestial origin as a fallen angel gradually absolves their bodies of sin, restoring their divinity - and the heavenly chains that bound them. 

no but you can FORCE it away. use ublock origin and copy paste the blacklist i made into the filters to be able to remove the bullshit AI overview that google forces. it also removes youtube's forced ads (at least until they fix it)

you can also use the ublacklist extension and use this blacklist of AI image generation websites to curate your google image results

because he's spent so much of his life dedicated to this. He's spent all of college (and maybe some of high school) building up an academic resume that looks good to a prestigious law school. He's probably skipped a whole lot more parties studying than Elle had to and he probably had to take advantage of alumni family and family donations just to get in. He's been trying for so long to be serious because in his mind getting into Harvard Law is near impossible for anyone who doesn't dedicate as much of their life to it as he has.

and here's Elle

Elle who, did well in college sure, but in a fashion degree and while partying all the time. Elle who, until maybe a month ago, had no intentions at all of pursuing further education let alone Harvard law. Elle, who shows up to freshmen orientation in pink, fur, and glitter asking for a calendar of social events.

Warner didn't see how hard Elle worked to get in, and either way, he has never seen her as smart enough to have a chance. So, if Elle can get in after about a month of studying, and if she can say it was easy, then what does that say about him and how big of an achievement this is for him.

so there are two things for Warner to believe right now. one: Elle somehow pulled some strings to get in unfairly (which he knows her family doesn't really have the connections for) or she got in easily some other way (think big misogyny), or two: the girl he's always thought was so super dumb might be as smart and capable as him, maybe moreso. and he might have gone with the first option at first, but over time as Elle proves more and more capable and really starts to thrive at law school, he'll come to realize it's the second.

and this is the first line that will make him start questioning how he measures his own achievements and value.

give me things i can hold in my hands so i know they’re real

so i can remember them when i lose the air in my lungs and my eyes fail to tell me who you are

so i know you’re here with me