queersolarpunk
punk in different flavours
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she/they, microbiologist & general science nerd, queer af, dreaming of a solarpunk future but mainly reblogging random shit, tagging varies wildly depending on my energy level
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queersolarpunk · 16 hours ago
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queersolarpunk · 16 hours ago
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every time i see someone call kirk and spock the oldest ship, i'm filled with the urge to go "hmm actually the holmes and watson girlies have been here for a hundred years now", and i refrain because i know the natural conclusion of this game is gilgamesh and enkidu
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queersolarpunk · 1 day ago
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queersolarpunk · 2 days ago
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Really the kicker about discussing colonialism intrinsic to certain fictional tropes/archetypes/genres/what-have-you is that white bitches et al get SO mad about it. "Ohh so I'm not allowed to play farming sims? Wearing a silly hat makes me a fascist now?" I was just exercising critical thought but yknow what? Just for you? Yeah it does
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queersolarpunk · 2 days ago
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things were so bad at work today I'm genuinely considering stopping by at work tommorow (my free day I planned to spend making christmas calendars) to talk to my boss about his bad decision making lately, that guy desperately needs some coldly delivered ✨constructive criticism✨
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queersolarpunk · 2 days ago
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When encountering someone stuck in an Apology Loop, I do not uselessly ask, or worse, demand that they “stop apologizing.”
Rather, I have found it much more useful to affect a theatrical tone and formally “absolve” them. “Like a Renaissance pope, I absolve you, my child.” Usually the combination of having the absurdity of the situation highlit, combined with a touch of physiological release if I can get a laugh, is enough to soothe their nerves a bit and get them to break the loop. And who knows maybe they feel absolved I dunno I have an authoritative bearing
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queersolarpunk · 2 days ago
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linocut relief print by molly white
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queersolarpunk · 3 days ago
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fruits and berries
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queersolarpunk · 3 days ago
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my fav thing about cold weather is that sometimes there is a cup of tea that is so warm
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queersolarpunk · 3 days ago
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I witnessed something wonderful on my walk today.
We went down to the park, where the lake drains under a footbridge into a stone-lined gully that someone generous might call a creek. Usually it’s a trickle at best, but it poured last night, and the water was still moving pretty briskly. 
As we got closer, I heard kids yelling, so we went over to have a look. I was nervous, because earlier this summer we’d seen a mother cat and her kittens hanging out a few times in the (then bone dry) spillway. We hadn’t seen them in over a month, but I didn’t want to think of them being there when the water started coming down.
Instead, when I looked over the side of the bridge, I saw a skinny kid (maybe 8-10 years old) carrying an enormous catfish clasped in both arms.
The catfish had to be the length of this kid’s torso, and it was flopping around trying to escape, but the kid doggedly kept climbing over mud and slippery rocks until he reached the lake and chucked the fish in. And behind him came… another kid, holding a fish.
When the lake flooded, it must’ve washed a bunch of these catfish downstream, where they collected in pools. Now the water levels are starting to go down, and the fish are trapped, doomed to dry up and die. Not on these kids’ watch. As we watched, they rescued four fish, and one of the adults present said there were at least six left. The kids showed no sign of stopping. This is the kind of thing you love as a kid, a life or death mission you can throw your heart and soul into while getting gleefully covered in muck and slime. I was tempted to offer my assistance, but this was their Quest, and I did not want to impose.
When we continued on, the Great Fish Rescue was still going strong. Godspeed, kids. In a time of such great discord and meanspirited behavior, you will live on in my memory as a beacon of goodwill. 
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queersolarpunk · 3 days ago
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you’re hearing it more and more
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queersolarpunk · 3 days ago
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I am becoming aware of the effect a lack of trust in the media has had on people, paired with a dearth of research skills.
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queersolarpunk · 3 days ago
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hey dude, idk how much you remember from the party last night but- yeah, everyone saw your want. yeah no it was pretty late and winding down so it was quiet enough that every single person there saw it throbbing and twitching in your chest and so wet with hunger it was glistening under the kitchen light. they said it looked like it was reaching for something
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queersolarpunk · 5 days ago
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On Friendship.
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queersolarpunk · 5 days ago
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We need like “unclench your jaw” posts but for eye strain. Like
Go look at something 20ft away for 20 seconds.
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queersolarpunk · 6 days ago
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Nothing makes me want to call math fake as much as the Monty Hall problem. Not even 0.999999... equaling 1. Yes I understand the proof yes it technically makes sense but I just hate the Monty Hall problem so, so much.
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queersolarpunk · 6 days ago
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what are ur fave poems of all-time?
hi 💌 here are some:
“Hanging Fire” by Audre Lorde
“Tired” by Langston Hughes
“Having a Coke with You” by Frank O'Hara
“Love After Love” by Derek Walcott
“Mayakovsky” by Frank O'Hara
“i like my body when it is with your” by E. E. Cummings
“New Year's Eve Prayer” by Jeff Buckley
“Rain” by Roberto Bolaño
“Wild Geese” by Mary Oliver
“Spring Torrents” by Sara Teasdale
“Tulips” by Sylvia Plath 
“A great Hope fell” by Emily Dickinson
“Poem” by Langston Hughes
“Sometimes I Pretend” by Naomi Shihab Nye
“What Was Once the Largest Shopping Center in Northern Ohio Was Built Where There Had Been a Pond I Used to Visit Every Summer Afternoon” by Mary Oliver
“Summer Morning” by Mary Oliver
“You Are Tired (I Think)” by E. E. Cummings
“Sifter” by Naomi Shihab Nye
“Emergency Management” by Camille Rankine
“Thanksgiving 2006” by Ocean Vuong
“Litany” by Langston Hughes
“Suicide in the Trenches” by Siegfried Sassoon
“I heard a Fly buzz - when I died” by Emily Dickinson
“Warning” by Jenny Joseph
“[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]” by E. E. Cummings
“Love Sorrow” by Mary Oliver
“Conversations About Home (at the Deportation Centre)” by Warsan Shire
“Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out” by Richard Siken
“Limited but Fertile Possibilities Are Offered by This Brochure” by Marge Piercy
“The Thing Is” by Ellen Bass
“Mad Girl's Love Song” by  Sylvia Plath
“The Century’s Decline” by Wislawa Szymborska
“A Primer For The Small Weird Loves” by Richard Siken
“Unpainted Door” by Louise Glück
“Spring has come back again” by Rainer Maria Rilke
“Homesickness” by Marina Tsvetaeva
“Don't Hesitate” by Mary Oliver
“There's a certain Slant of light” by Emily Dickinson
“Poem for Haruko” by June Jordan
“To Be Human Is to Sing Your Own Song” by Mary Oliver
“Toward a City That Sings” by June Jordan
“Edward the Confessor” by Eileen Myles (under the cut because I couldn't find it online)
Edward the Confessor by Eileen Myles
I have a confession to make I wish there were some role in society I could fulfill I could be a confessor I have a confession to make I have this way when I step into the bakery on 2nd Ave. of wanting to be the only really nice person in the store so the harried sales woman with several toned hair will like me. I do this in all kinds of stores, coffee shops xerox shops, everywhere I go. And invariably I leave my keys, xeroxing, my coffee from the last place I am being so nice. I try so hard to make a great impression on these neutral strangers right down to the perfect warm smile I get entirely lost and stagger back out onto the street, bereft of something major. It’s really leaning too hard on the everyday. My mother was the kind of woman who dragging us into stores always seemed to charm the pants off the cashier. She was such a great person, so human though at home she was such a bitch, I mean really distant. I imitate her and I don’t do it well. She didn’t leave her wallet or us in a store. I’m just a pale imitation it is simply not my style to open the hearts of strangers to my true personhood. I hope you accept this tiny confession of what I am currently going through. And if you are experiencing something of a similar nature tell someone, not me, but tell someone. It’s the new human program to be in. It would be nice for at least these final moments if we could sigh with the relief of being in the same program with all the other humans whispering in school. I can’t quite locate the terror, but I am trying to be my mother or Edward the Confessor smiling down on you with up-praying hands. I am looking down at the tips of my boots as I step across the balcony of the church excited to be allowed to say these things. Outside my church is a relationship. On 11th street this guy and this woman are selling the woman so they can get more dope. All their things are there, rags and loaves of bread and make-up. And there was— this was incredible. Two men lying by the door of the church giving each other blow-jobs. They were sort of street guys, one black one white. I said hey you can’t do that here. They jumped up, one spit come out of his mouth. If you don’t get out of here I’ll call the cops. Don’t call the cops we’ll go, we’ll leave. That was a shock. That was more than I expected to see in a day. Something about seeing the guy spit come out of his mouth. He didn’t have to do that. I guess I scared him. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I was scared too.
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