i was ranting about ableism on twitter and. i realize a lot of people genuinely do not know this and dont mean harm. so please know this and cause less harm. you will make my life and the life of other autistic people just a little bit better.
if you find yourself saying “i don’t know if i’m femme or butch! i fit into both! sometimes it changes!” then let me give you a hint: you’re probably neither
you don’t have to be femme or butch in order to be a lesbian. you can just be a lesbian. yes, femme and butch is tied deeply into lesbian history, but it isn’t a requirement. you don’t have to fit into a category in order to be attracted to only women (and nb), so don’t stress about it! 💕
It’s interesting to me that we frame a lot of issues as costing money.
Unhoused folk cost money to house.
Disabled folk cost money, too.
Immigrants cost money.
Trans folk cost money.
Nobody ever says, “Hey, how much does Jeff Bezos cost?” “How much does it cost us to have Elon Musk around, hoarding his money?” “What’s it costing us to have all these fabulously wealthy people?”
It’s costing us a lot more than we ever talk about. Not just because their hoarding of wealth takes that money out of circulation and contributes directly to poverty and the spiralling cost to human beings everywhere.
Also because things are being framed in this way, because we are being forced to think of ourselves and others in terms of cartoon dollar symbols.
That is not a natural state of affairs for humans, it is not something that is morally defensible, and it is something that eats away at each of us in different ways depending on our position vis à vis wealth.
No matter how synchronized synchronized swimmers are, they’ll never be as synchronized as someone that keeps unlocking the car door for you to get in and you keep pulling the handle at the same time.
Did I ever mention the time that I found out my lecturer was the ghost in one of my classmate’s home town?
Righto. So a couple years ago I took a Myths and Legends class for uni. The lecturer was this really incredible guy. Loved history. Dressed, everyday, to the nines. Top hat, waistcoat, leather shoes etc. In one of the introductory classes he had us share stories we had heard, local myths and legends from the towns we grew up in. I was studying in Ballarat, an Australian town with a rich ghost history and so it made sense that a lot of people had answers. This one girl, however, grew up in a small rural town a couple hours away and talked about the ghost she knew of from when she was in high school. Every night, at the same time of night (about 3am), people recounted seeing a Victorian man walk across the golf field. This one was particularly interesting because she had seen herself. That is, where other people had just heard these stories, she knew that what had been talked about was real.
This was when he turned red. It had turned out that when he was studying for his undergrad he was living in this particular town. Not many people knew him because he didn’t grow up there. He would spend countless nights up late working and so to wind would go on long late night walks. At 3am, every night. In the full garb he wore everyday.
It had turned out that him being the stand out that he was, had birthed a legend. He had known about it but never did he think it would catch up with him.
So what you’re saying is, he never knew it would come back to haunt him.
i used to think green apple was a flavor invented by the candy industry like blue raspberry bc i had never seen a green apple before I just thought all apples were red and long story short when i realized i was red green colorblind it really fucked me up
there’s also yellow apples
now yall are just fuckin lying to me
i just assumed that everyone just ate apples if they were in the mood for a surprise i dunno
