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take it easy but take it <- litany against burnout/apathy cycle

fuck it we ball <- litany against perfectionism

For those that don't speak British, this is about as close as he can get to officially, publicly saying, "for FUCK'S sake, get that thing away from me and stop associating me with it, I do not want my name attached to that bigotry."

Daniel consistently redirects the topic away from Jo and toward the Trevor Project, an organization he has been heavily involved with for almost 20 years. He puts his money where his mouth is and uses his platform and his reach to amplify queer voices and queer struggles. He explicitly supports trans people, and is choosing to walk away from a very large and very easy paycheck, because he values trans lives over anything he could get from HP.

Emma and Rupert also won't go near this reboot. Jo has stated the reason she's doing it is BECAUSE the three of them refuse to support her vile hatred.

Every actor who puts their name on this, on any level, deserves to own the choice they're making with their whole chest. If they decide the paycheck is worth being ten toes down on transphobia? They're adults. They chose. And they deserve to be treated accordingly. Actions speak louder than words.

sorry to put your tags on blast on this insane breach containment post I have since muted, but you're right and you should say it.

She is far more like Elon Musk. She is a radicalized person with an extreme amount of social and financial power, and for YEARS she has been using that power to try to influence her government into hurting vulnerable people, on purpose. And she has succeeded. THAT is the problem with her, and THAT is why spending money on her books is so dangerous, not because her books aged badly.

I must admit, I am not an expert on transgenderism. I struggle to understand so much of it, and the science is conflicting. When in doubt, however, I always try to err on the side of kindness, mercy, and compassion. I also try to get proximate, and I am learning so much from our transgender community. They are great kids who face enormous struggles. Here are the numbers that have most impacted my decision: 75,000, 4, 1, 86 and 56. 75,000 high school kids participating in high school sports in Utah. 4 transgender kids playing high school sports in Utah. 1 transgender student playing girls sports. 86% of trans youth reporting suicidality. 56% of trans youth having attempted suicide. Four kids and only one of them playing girls sports. That’s what all of this is about. Four kids who aren’t dominating or winning trophies or taking scholarships. Four kids who are just trying to find some friends and feel like they are a part of something. Four kids trying to get through each day. Rarely has so much fear and anger been directed at so few. I don’t understand what they are going through or why they feel the way they do. But I want them to live.

like, hey, cat why don’t you have to use your Cat Dollars to invest in tampons? And cat is just like: fuck that noise, my body is OPTIMAL for not being made of inconvenient nonsense, sucks to be you

Periods

Bad backs

Permanent breasts that do not leave once baby is weaned

Dangerously large, unprotected, and non retractable male reproductive systems

Huge brain takes up way too much energy gotta eat more sleep less

Baby brain bigger than hips guess birth is life threatening now

•Breathing, eating, communication all from the same pathway, major choking hazard. Give me a dolphin style breathing tube.

•Most pleasurable nerve endings on the body locating on the filthiest parts of you, guarenteed spread of bacteria.

a few examples:

what this really is (allegedly) is a signal of not being liable should you die. connection, community, etc. for suicidal people doesn’t matter because suicide is a no-no word for corporations. so instead of being able to talk about your experiences as someone who lives with suicidality, you’re either forced to use advertiser-friendly toddlerspeak (e.g. “sewer slide”) costing you your dignity, or you get hotlines shoveled your way - hotlines that can call the police on you if you are too candid about your suicidal experience.

I was 13, with undiagnosed ASD, and dealing with a lot of bullying on a level I couldn't handle.

Another child saw that I was drawing sad things and told on me claiming they were "worried". I was in a hospital that night and I was not allowed to speak with anyone "outside" but my parents once a day.

What I learned from that stay was NOT that life was worth living. The adults in there cared more about whether I had gone to the bathroom or if I was holding it as protest, where we would get given a laxative to force us to go if we hadn't gone in 2 days. They cared more about humiliating us to our peers in the ward and to other staff.

My time there was not spent recovering. It was spent learning that no one was going to save me from myself but me. They didn't know my name and they didn't care.

I did NOT learn to "appreciate life" more. I learned that nobody cares how you got to that edge, and they don't give a shit about keeping you off of it in the future. They want to keep you from going over that edge so your parents don't get in trouble. So your school doesn't get in trouble. They were like life's HR.

They didn't care if I lived. They just didn't want my corpse found on school property or at home.

All I learned was to never ever ever air my suicidality to anyone. Not even my sketchbook. Because everyone else was a spy for my life. But no one cared how I got there. Nobody cared why a 13 year old wanted so desperately not to live anymore. They cared that other people saw and worried.

Suicidality has always been so extremely lonely. Even 23 years ago. Before TikTok. Before having to make our speech advertiser friendly.

I'm still disabled. Far more disabled than I was back then. Life has not gotten easier for me. Sometimes the only thing that kept me from going back to that edge was fear, pure and simple, that I would fail at my task and wind up in a hospital again. Something that would put me and my loved ones into debt for the rest of our lives.

Nobody deserves that.

Suicidality is lonely and the only "help" out there worries more about others in your life than you. Getting help often means giving up even more of yourself than you realize, because it can also keep you from seeking help again in the future.

Fear and humiliation kept me alive, and that casts a shadow on yourself that only grows.

The worst part was that for a long time I thought that's just how suicide prevention worked. And I went along with it. I know I've hurt more than a few people in my life with this notion as well.

Find folks who will talk to you without making it feel like a hostage situation. Find something that needs you - that does NOT mean "just get a pet", I mean find a hobby that relies on you for creation, upkeep, or enhancement. Your goals are allowed to be simple. "Make it through today" is a great goal to have, and you are not less of a person in any way for it.

Know that many folks have come before. And that some of us are still going. It has been difficult for a long time, and under capitalism, your worth is directly tied to your ability to make money for someone else AND your ability to be self sufficient, going against every natural instinct we have as social animals.

Tiktok user thehypegoblin faces the camera wearing a dark elf cleric cosplay. A robotic voice reads the text on the screen: "If your tits had a headphone jack what would they play?" She shoves an aux cord into her cleavage. From under the corset comes the audio "Suffocation! No breathing!" from Last Resort. She shrugs, nods, and makes a yep, that seems right face.

Cut to user casespotleson facing the camera looking inquisitive. He shoves an aux cord under his shirt collar. From under the shirt comes the audio "But you didn't have to cut me off" from Somebody That I Used to Know. He retorts, "Yes I did. Stop whining."