#We: A Manifesto for Women Everywhere

[daddyd0nt]

Controversial probably but horrific times call for horrific measures. A lot of women who are 4b are now shaving their heads, and already porn of women with shaved heads especially degrading porn is seeing a rise and women who shave their head on social media or even post their haircuts are being photoshopped into porn on reddit and ive even heard talk of deepfakes being made of some more popular vloggers. Males are now comfortable publicly saying "your body my choice" to females as young as elementary school with impunity. Men are proudly announcing that their response to the sex strikes will be to rape. Im done. Idk why after everything else this is the breaking point but it is. If they've decided that we are literally going to act like violent animals, we can no longer afford to take the moral high ground. If they want to be at war let's be at war.

Females, carry a weapon. If you can trust your mental health to not harm yourself with a gun, get a gun. If you dont live in a place where you can get a gun, get a knife. Get your little sisters and cousins who are too young to buy a knife themself a knife (i think it was my sisters 14 or 15th birthday when a boy had made a joke about raping her a few moths earlier and frightened her so i bought her a pretty rainbow knife and a copy of SCUM manifesto). Get girl children who are too young to handle a knife pepper spray and stun defenders. Know how to use them, teach other females how to use them. be ready and willing to use them in a "better safe than sorry" mentality. Carry them everywhere; the grocery store, church, grandma's house, if you leave your house have it on you and if you are in your house have it in reach. Shave you heads, stop wearing makeup, dress in clothing that is loose fitting and flat practical shoes that you can run in. Gain a couple pounds. Do weight lifting instead of focusing on cardio to build muscle at the gym. Make yourselves as unfuckable as you possibly can, your life is literally on the line. Stop going to bars and nightclubs. Stop using hookup and dating apps. Do not get intoxicated in any way around males even males you think you can trust. We can't pretend we live in a world that we "should" live in anymore.

Gay men, transwomen, male allies, women who own a strap, remember that raping a rapist is not only funny, but morally correct. Sexually terrorizing a sexual terrorist is justice because there is no guarantee in the bible that hell actually exists and we need retribution in this life in case god really does forgive in the next. Use STDs as a biological weapon. Make these fuckers afraid. Take away the safety that they take for granted. Take away THEIR choice about what happens to THEIR bodies. They want females to live like WE are in prison, THEY can also live like they are in prison. Im done with being too good a person to stoop to their level, im done with my empathy being used against me by people who have none, there has to be a limit and i have reached mine. Embrace your sisters and harden your hearts toward males as they have hardened their hearts toward you.

[mariacallous]

Drew Afualo is never at a loss for words. On the topic of idiot men who get a rise out of shaming women online—nitpicking them over their weight, their dress, or their body count (when it comes to sexual partners)—she, in fact, won’t shut up.

It is why her fans, and detractors, keep coming back. In the years since Afualo first started blasting men for their shitty, anti-feminist behavior on TikTok in 2020, she has become a household name among Gen Z thanks to her high-caliber, laser-focused, near Shakespearean tongue-lashings.

As host of The Comment Section podcast on Spotify, Afualo is adamant about where and with whom she stands. Her platform, she says, is one men do not have a seat on. “As someone who makes a living by fumigating the internet of these human roaches, I always say, I have the most aggressive form of job security there is,” she writes in her new memoir-manifesto Loud: Accept Nothing Less Than the Life You Deserve, out July 30, “because men will never stop being terrible, and I will never stop calling them out for it. I sleep soundly at night on a mattress that those bitches paid for.”

The formula is working. Afualo is everywhere now—8 million followers on TikTok, 1 million on Instagram—and perhaps most proudly, living rent-free in the minds of Logan Paul-loving podcast bros who feel threatened by female empowerment. Over the phone from Los Angeles, we talked about the influence of family, how humor works, and why she’s not overly concerned about TikTok getting banned.

[medusasbush]

read in march 2023

articles (ones behind a paywall are linked through webpage archive):

articles

Reverse boundaries How good are we at respecting when someone else says 'no'?

"Slow Pleasure" in a Fast World

Should People Be Allowed to Like Things? Are we discoursing ourselves to death?

The Divine Delusion of Gender: On "Energy" and the TikTokification of Spirituality

Spiritual misogyny is flourishing on TikTok

How ‘Poker Face’s’ Stop-Motion Animation Episode Was Brought to Life

Are there too many sex scenes in movies?

Man Says BetterHelp Referred Him to Conversion Therapy Supporter

Who's Afraid of Mark Rothko?

When Everything Becomes an Event

Meet the Lipsdick: A Dick Shaped Lipstick

How Do We Define the Female Gaze in 2018?

Do Words Mean Anything Anymore?

It’s Been Over Two Decades Since We’ve Had a Non-White Best Actress Winner. Will That Change in 2023?

I'm Coming Clean about Friend Envy & You Should Too

A Friend Doesn't Have to be "Toxic" to be Bad for You

Does Anyone Mend Clothes Anymore?

The Moral Case Against Equity Language

Inspiration Is Everywhere. Literally: The "We're Not Really Strangers"-ification of social media.

Men Are Lonely. But Women Are Being Attacked: Male Loneliness is Not Women's Problem to Solve

Romance isn't Just for Dating

What is Romantic Friendship?

The Case of the Missing Perpetrator: On Mysterious Pregnancies, the Passive Voice, and Disappearing Men

Dingus of the Week: Women’s History Month

Friends and mentees remember Judy Heumann, mother of the disability rights movement

The Language of Place

One of Walgreens biggest stockholders commissioned Fearless Girl

Fine I'll admit it. I Like Titanic.

A Plan Forms in Mexico: Help Americans Get Abortions

Can Nostalgia Be Sinister?

The Stay-At-Home Girlfriend Phenomenon

A Conversation With Stay-At-Home Girlfriend & Content Creator Kendel Kay

The Soft Boy Brigade: Was He “Written By a Woman” or Is He Just Wearing Nail Polish?

The Scientific Reason You Love Watching Reruns

Take Some Pills for Your Hysteria, Lady: America's Long History of Drugging Women Up

Everybody’s a Critic. So Stop Hating Critics.

A League of Their Own Is The First Great Gay Movie-to-TV Reboot

The Bear: At Last, A Chicago Show For People Who Are Not From Chicago And Have Never Stepped Foot There

the science of giving pain

i bet she has a nice scream: in praise of X, the new novel by Davey Davis

the persistent desire: on erotic identification

leatherdyke gender technology

‘The Last of Us’ Finale: First-Person Shooter

The ‘Last of Us’ Finale Is Just as Ambiguous and Agonizing as the Game’s Indelible Ending

What Exactly Is the Point of ‘The Last of Us’?

Do We Need Another ‘Love Letter to Cinema’?

Everyone needs to grow up: Whether it’s people who mention their Hogwarts house on their Hinge profile or literal white supremacists, culture is awash with adult babies

Instagram Store Core: A Manifesto Against Avant-Basic Home Design

Who Gets Care and Who Gets to Die?

Shoppers say secondhand stores like Goodwill are getting too expensive as Gen Z makes thrifting cool

Where Does Discarded Clothing Go?

How ‘travel aesthetics’ are ruining travel for everyone

Why is everyone so obsessed with frontal lobe development?

the sinking pleasure of a bath

Love, Sex, and Disabled Women: we want to be sexy too.

“Nope” Perfectly Encapsulates My Disappointment with the Biden Administration

What really killed Jane Austen?

On (Not) Discovering Disability in the World of Jane Austen: Disabled characters are present in Austen’s novels, but largely invisible in her cinematic remakes

Nathan Lane: Robin Williams ‘Protected Me’ From Coming Out as Gay on ‘Oprah’ in 1996 Because ‘He Was a Saint’

'The Last of Us’ finale isn’t controversial, it’s correct

The Oscars are beyond repair. Let’s make something better.

The House That Mr. Mayer Built: Inside the Union-Busting Birth of the Academy Awards

‘A League of Their Own’ is based on the 1992 movie, but has an identity all its own

Black Southern food isn’t killing us:The ‘plate’ is not the real problem

In the history of hip-hop fashion, there’s no ignoring Lil’ Kim

The next first ladies of rap

books:

Wear, Repair, Repurpose: A Maker's Guide to Mending & Upcycling Clothes by Lily Fulop

[msclaritea]

https://johnpavlovitz.com/2019/08/16/the-christian-right-is-radicalizing-white-people-i-love/?s=09

The Religious Right and Fox News are Brainwashing People I Love

AUGUST 16, 2019 / JOHN PAVLOVITZ

A year ago I walked into an older relative’s house unannounced. They’d been expecting us that day for lunch, but we’d arrived thirty minutes earlier than we’d planned—so we knocked and walked in.

The small TV on the kitchen counter was playing FoxNews.

When she came down the stairs, almost in the middle of greeting us, my relative walked hurriedly over to the sink, grabbed the remote and turned off the TV—looking like a teenager caught by her parents watching porn.

Suddenly everything made sense. All the dots connected.

During the last couple of years, I noticed this couple changing, but couldn’t quite put my finger on it. They’d become more and more outspoken on things like immigration and women’s reproductive rights and police shootings—surprising me with the intolerance and cruelty of off-the-cuff comments that seemed out of character for them. I questioned whether or not I was just being overly sensitive or projecting my fears unto them.

But after the surprise peek into their viewing habits it was was clear: they were just following the script.

I could rewind over the previous months and see all the alarmist Fox News talking points in their words at family gatherings and on Facebook: open borders letting in floods of rapists, baby-killing Democrats coming to take their guns, terrorist Muslims lurking everywhere, violent black men threatening police at traffic stops.

And looking back I could see that as they found Fox News, they began to lose their religion.

They no longer had much to say about Jesus; about his Matthew Chapter 25 promise that he would be found in “the least of these”—and that we would be defined by the way we treat the poor and the vulnerable and the imprisoned.

They weren’t interested in talking about the way he fed a hillside multitude of thousands, not because they earned or deserved it—but because he was compassionate and because they were hungry. They now just expressed disdain for lazy people wanting handouts.

They never referenced the fact that Jesus’ family fled to Egypt in desperation while he was a newborn, to escape politically-ordered genocide. Instead they preached about law breaking families not “doing it the right way.”

They abandoned any reference to Jesus’ words about kindness or generosity or welcoming strangers or sharing what you had with those who had not—instead, they slowly but quite clearly adopted a bastardized, angry, America First, gun-loving, immigrant-hating, racist white religion that has become the Republican God.

So whether it’s anti-Muslim legislation or LGBTQ hate crimes or migrant kids taken from their parents or children orphaned by mass shooting or President’s fat-shaming protestors—there is always an excuse, always a justification, always a Fox News alternative reality or Franklin Graham tweet to bunker down in.

The same thing has happened in the white people I’ve served in churches here in the South over the last decade. Their social media feeds are increasingly littered with Brietbart fictional pieces about Hillary eating children and wild conspiracy theories about LGBTQ people converting their children.

The change in them has been as stunning in its velocity and stomach-turning in its depths—and the worst part is that I can’t reach them anymore. Before FoxNews, Franklin Graham, and MAGA propaganda, I could meet them in the common ground of our shared faith in Jesus and in the clarity of objective truth. They no longer have use nor tolerance for such things.

The Sermon on the Mount, Jesus’ counter-cultural, counterintuitive manifesto of humility and gentleness and love—has been replaced by venomous, incendiary Sean Hannity propaganda.

The barrier-breaking, table-expanding hospitality of Christ has morphed into sneering Trump rally rant rhetoric about violent illegals and foreign predators and “build that wall” refrains.

These people used to know better. They were good-hearted, generous people who wanted to emulate Jesus. They used to flatly reject bigotry and defended vulnerable communities—and they were people I could count on for rational, level-headed decency.

They once instantly recognized men like Donald Trump as the antithesis of Jesus.

But this is what happens when decent, intelligent people become radicalized: they get polluted by the things they watch and the sermons they sit through and the nonsense they read, and they surround themselves with an echo chamber made of equally-deluded, equally frightened people—until one day they are the religious extremists that they always used to warn you about.

I love my relatives, my former church members, my high school friends and my neighbors—but I grieve what has happened to them. I lament the poisoning of their once soft hearts, the way Jesus has been all but squeezed out of their religion, and I fear that they’ll never fully recover from the alternative narrative that these past three years have written into their brains about the world and about disparate people and about the expansive, lavish, audacious love Jesus calls us to extend.

I only hope these moms and ministers and nurses and schoolteachers and football coaches and favorite relatives get a truer story or meet someone who wakes them up or rediscover Jesus enough that they change the channel, turn off the TV—and find the truth that sets them free:

God is love.

We are our brother’s keeper.

Kindness is the better path.

May it be so.

[rhetoricandlogic]

Review

Women & Power: A Manifesto by Mary Beard – review

In tracing the roots of misogyny to Athens and Rome, Mary Beard has produced a modern feminist classic

This book is a mere slip of a thing: at 115 pages, small enough to fit into the most diminutive of bags or even (should you be in striding out mood) the pocket of an overcoat. But size, in this instance, is irrelevant. There are two things you need to know about it. The first is that what Mary Beard has to say is powerful: here are more than a few pretty useful stones for the slingshots some of us feel we must carry with us everywhere we go right now. The second is that most of its power, if not all, lies in its author’s absolute refusal to make anything seem too simple. Even as she tries to be concise and easy on the ear – the book is adapted from two lectures, one given at the British Museum in 2014, and the other earlier this year – Beard knows that the matters with which she is concerned are extremely complicated. Before she arms you, then, she makes you think. In this sense, if no other, Women & Power deserves to take its place alongside Kate Millett’s Sexual Politics, the text that first suggested literature as a medium for consciousness-raising.

Beard’s primary subject is female silence; she hopes to take a “long view on the culturally awkward relationship between the voice of women and the public sphere of speech-making, debate and comment”, the better to get beyond “the simple diagnosis of misogyny that we tend a bit lazily to fall back on”. Calling out misogyny isn’t, she understands, the same thing as explaining it, and it’s only by doing the latter that we’re likely ever to find an effective means of combating it. The question is: where should we look for answers? Beard acknowledges that misogyny has multiple sources; its roots are deep and wide. But in this book, she looks mostly (she is a classicist, after all) at Greek and Roman antiquity, a realm that even now, she believes, casts a shadow over our traditions of public speaking, whether we are considering the timbre of a person’s voice, or their authority to pronounce on any given subject.

Personally, I might have found this argument a bit strained a month ago; 3,000 years lie between us and Homer’s Odyssey, which is where she begins, with Telemachus effectively telling his mother Penelope to “shut up”. But reading it in the wake of the Harvey Weinstein scandal, it seems utterly, dreadfully convincing. Mute women; brutal men; shame as a mechanism for control; androgyny and avoidance as a strategy for survival. On every page, bells ring too loudly for comfort.

Through the example of Telemachus we learn that silencing the female was once an essential part of growing up as a man – though shouting at a woman was only one way of achieving it. In Ovid’s Metamorphosis, Io is turned by Jupiter into a cow, and Echo’s voice reduced to a mere instrument for repeating the words of others; when the young princess Philomela is raped, her tongue is cut out, to prevent her denouncing her attacker. Women who did speak in the forum were barely female at all; rather, they were “unnatural freaks”. A first-century Roman anthologist mentions one called Maesia, who successfully defended herself in the courts only “because she really had a man’s nature”. Beard urges us not to see this “muteness” simply as a reflection of women’s more general disempowerment in the classical world. Their exclusion from public speech was, she writes, “active and loaded”. Their voices were subversive, a threat to the state. Thus was the idea of gendered speech established. If the ancients disliked the sound of the female voice, so high-pitched and strident, in the 21st century terms such as “whine” still tend to be reserved for women.

She is nothing if not pragmatic, her utterances grounded in practicalities as well as learning

Does this matter? Beard thinks that it does. Such language underpins an idiom that, almost without our noticing it, acts to remove the authority (and when necessary the humour) from what women have to say. In other words, no one hears us even when we do speak – just like the woman in the Punch cartoon she also mentions (“That’s an excellent suggestion, Miss Triggs. Perhaps one of the men here would like to make it”).

What I relish about Beard’s approach is that once she has told us all this – I am not a classicist, so some of it was new to me – she doesn’t simply sink down into disapproval and hand-wringing (the fatal flaw of so many recent feminist texts). She wants to know: how can we be heard? And her answers are radical. Why should we settle only for exploiting the status quo – for instance, by training our voices, as Margaret Thatcher did? Progress, if it is ever to happen, will require a fundamental rethink of the nature of spoken authority, “and what constitutes it, and how we have learned to hear it where we do”. Women are not only going to have to be “resituated” on the inside of power; it may be that power itself has to be redefined. What will such a redefinition involve? She talks of the “decoupling” of power from prestige, a bifurcation that will mean thinking about power as an attribute rather than as a possession; of the power of followers as well as of leaders.

All of this is exciting, and full of possibility (though threatening to some, of course). But Beard isn’t about to drink her own Kool-Aid. She is nothing if not pragmatic, her utterances grounded in practicalities as well as learning. Just as she finds time in her book to attempt to understand, as well as to condemn, the misogyny of Twitter – some of the abuse is, she is convinced, the result of the false promise it made to put people directly in touch with those in power; women are not the only ones who feel “voiceless” – so she is keen to remind the reader of the gloom that hangs all about. Don’t get too perky, she instructs, even as she works to build her case.

Some things are hard, if not impossible, to cast off. Should we be in any doubt about the terrifying extent to which the exclusion of women from power is culturally embedded, let alone unsure of the continued strength of classical ways of formulating and justifying it, we have only to look at the Trump campaign in 2016, in which he was depicted, after Cellini’s bronze, as Perseus holding up the severed head of Hillary Clinton as Medusa. His supporters could buy this image on T-shirts and tote bags, coffee cups and laptop covers – and doubtless many of them did, desperate for the monster to be slain in their own minds, even before they had approached the ballot box.

[jestersmaskblog]

Sweetie, my dear. I'm sorry to break it to you but "sex work" can't be consensual If a woman it's accepting to have sex with a man only for money, that's cohersion. Even If you're somehow priviledged enough to do it "for yourself" without a pimp and you don't get shit from the johns, you're still supporting willingly an indrustry that lives of rape, human traficking, and threating women like less that disponsable condoms. Sowwy It's not Empowwering 🥺

And yes, all men are bad. They commit almost all crimes and atrocities in the world through history towards anyone including themselves. They're a destructive, depraved species. And women regardless of their atraction shouldn't take the risk of engaging with highly potential predators.

You can hate radz all you want. Without them you won't be a SWer by choice even, you'd be getting raped 24/7 by men regardless if you 'like it' or not (because they couldn't care less) and without money to "compensate" even.

And yes, all of this includes underage straight moids like Brett Ghey, he was old enough to abuse women and girls by his own and old enough to buy the ideology that womanhood = femeninity as a costume he can just put on to be a laydee, and make sexual post everywhere that reek Autogynophilia. Thank gaia he got killed before he raped a lesbian child in his class or provoqued the next school shooting :>

i don't even have a response can we just look at how completely unapologetically insane these people look, this literally looks like a shooter manifesto also i'm not a prostitute i'm a stripper??

[sloanevictor]

He is taking a course on Marxist ideology. He says, “The only real solution is to smash the system and start again.” His thumb is caressing the most bourgeois copy of the communist manifesto that I have ever seen, He bought it at Barnes and Noble for twenty-nine U.S. American dollars and ninety-nine cents, Its hard cover shows a dark man with a scarved face Waving a gigantic red flag against a fictional smoky background. The matte finish is fucking gorgeous. He wants to be congratulated for paying Harvard sixty thousand dollars To teach him that the system is unfair. He pulls his iPhone from his imported Marino wool jacket, and leaves.

What people can’t possibly tell from the footage on TV Is that the water cannon feels like getting whipped with a burning switch. Where I come from, they fill it with sewer water and hope that they get you in the face with your mouth open So that the hepatitis will keep you in bed for the next protest. What you can’t tell from Harvard square, Is that when the tear gas bursts from nowhere to everywhere all at once, It scrapes your insides like barbed wire, sawing at your lungs. Tear gas is such a benign term for it, If you have never breathed it in you would think it was a nostalgic experience. What you can’t learn at Barnes and Noble, Is that when they rush you, survival is to run, I am never as fast as when the police are chasing me. I know what happens to women in the holding cells down there and yet… We still do it.

I inherited my communist manifesto, It has no cover— Because my mother ripped it off when she hid it in the dust jacket of “Don Quixote” The day before the soldiers destroyed her apartment, Looking for subversive propaganda. She burned the cover, could not bring herself to burn the pages, Hoped to God the soldiers couldn’t read, They never found it. So she was not killed for it, but her body bore the scars of the torture chamber, For wanting her children to have a better life than she did, Don’t talk to me about revolution.

I know what the price of smashing the system really is, my people already tried that. The price of uprise is paid in blood, And not Harvard blood. The blood that ran through the streets of Santiago, The blood thrown alive from Argentine helicopters into the Atlantic.

It is easy to say “revolution” from the comfort of a New England library.

It is easy to offer flesh to the cause, When it is not yours to give.

— Catalina Ferro, “Manifesto”

repost from Fedi@/aby@aus.social

Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"

Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.

[scentedchildnacho]

She wanted to know how this happened to me so I told her I tried to go back to school and crisised and once in the system was never released out.......its consciousness I thought later is still Nobel prizes Elie weisel night....it's very demanding high paced adrenaline and the officers come some times and tell you you have to keep running or sometimes an Aryan like you comes like an angel

I don't really know sometimes they explain that 2008 was like a financial crisis and a lot of people lost all they had.....

It surprised me when a natchez bartender......told me she had actually been around all that time doing the same stuff to me it does look like a complete population change the younger people shouldn't have to have the alternative femme strategies many women my age went through

Margaret Mead the younger the fairer the generation women around my mother's age are much stronger and more virtuous for work looking....

I have kind of a fragmented consciousness that kind of goes in and out in imperative reporting

That and the sound bombs called me an inferior race so I get head trauma and speak like lesbian manifestos that don't professionalize

Mongols and this is the holy mountain and the herds of horses also don't run freely on prairie anymore they have to be taken dry distances to water

Areas of Vietnam have been largely stripped out for rubber factories....so it's world wide that constructions of megalopolises have ruined the hopes of many peoples gaining or maintaining a livelihood instead of a job ...

Tex would give me a few clues if your under a sheriff he breeds humans like his other animals

A sheriff is like a local lord so obtaining ability to reopen state trooper programs to release the slaves to common dignity...those people would ever have to share their money so

People really really value money as good upstanding civil society so there are many energy travesties all over the globe

Then new Mexico I guess state troopers about border running for class action drugs they aren't in too much favor for several riot like incidents so

Some of the sheriff's women he stalks to breed differential children with several partners and they stalk and capture us like we are animals

People like me were called a mental so he has stalked me everywhere I go for manic tension to donate abortions or deformities.....they want lots of money for stem cells

Many people had a lost abused childhood and youth and they all have a secret good body to finally get back into the pornographic side of career choices

I think it's that I was called a mental and that's why unlike other captures of him I react so protestive frightened and run away....

They do get stalked to have forced family I get stalked for a very suffering child and I've said no

Its the sheriff he is like a cop and it's the type of body worker interested in women as body fluid and they use a lot of shock and terror or sometimes hit to collect vital fluids quickly

Sweet grass that film about sheep herding they break the lambs necks into jerks and after a lot of fair seeming worlds they shut down that herding process

Ronnie Estes as a sheriff did kill like 8 to 30 women before he went to jail and was murdered himself terrified them to just run into electric fences and stuff

So I don't know maybe eventually I will run into being a casualty but parisians advise about California was well of course they have had to finally contract more development and build more and improve and try to do better so there was a conflict if they had to ever do anything

And the parisians were just like sure it will end and there will finally be apartment housing for families instead of shelters in crisis so

So my hope is to be left alone a lot again as homeless and the poverty still concerned about reintegrating into systems does that and let's the homeless system run more affluently for me when I don't have to Share with Them anymore

People like me politically are more grassroots and I don't want to meet the nuclear family home plan

[solarpunk-anarchists-cookbook]

This is the first post of what will probably become something of a manifesto.

I'm a person who is tired. I'm tired of being an economic slave. I'm tired of continuing to live without a concept a sustainability and consumption.

I'm handy, knowledgeable and curious. I'm also lazy, and poorly self motivated. The fact that I'm even writing this all down is me trying to break free of that.

I want to work with other individuals who have similar views and goals that I have. I want to continue to learn and refine, and ultimately break free everywhere I can.

I want to minimize my impact to the planet, while improving my impact on the humans around me.

I want to generate my own power, capture my own water, process and minimize my own waste.

I want to live in a community of support and comraderie, while also maintaining some independence and privacy.

The challenges of these intersections is important to manage, however I want everyone to subscribe to a common view. I've joked that this will be the beginning of my cult, however my partner refers to it as an anti-cult commune. I want to give money back to the people who live here. And I don't want to have sex with all the women.

The cult aspect will ultimately come in the form of a donation, which I would rather have as a stakeholder loan. The land, the start-up resources, the things we can't produce or use on our own will all cost money. Money I don't have. Money, I don't want to be solely responsible for. If, instead it was arranged as a not-for-profit corporate partnership, we would all be vested stakeholder in this, and have a vested interest in its growth. I also believe with a reasonable financial plan, the stake holders would get their investments back.

There would be persistent costs, as is a result of simply existing in this country. Property taxes, fees, tariffs, logistical costs, etc. The land would need to hopefully be able to generate some form of revenue. Wether it be from re-selling energy back to the utility, sales of eggs, vegetables, etc, or other avenues I haven't thought of.

I want to recycle paper and cardboard in notebooks and paper, made right on this land. I want to sort plastics into their types, melt them down, mix them with crushed glass and extrude my own building materials.

I want to minimize how much we consume, maximize how much me know and do. I am an electrician by trade. I will wire every tiny home on this land, for only the cost of the materials, which I would attempt my very best to procure second hand. I want to lead by example. I want a gathering of the minds. I want to wire efficiently. I want to work with a plumber who could help me design and build a better system for minimizing water usage. Grey water, black water, pumps, pressure tanks, etc.

This is long enough. I will try to focus my ideas moving forward. Try to keep the posts as less of a ramble and more poignant.

I also want you, the reader, to learn about me. Maybe tap into this fire in me to be better. To break the chains of convenience, and apathy.

I want to rally some help around me. I live in western Canada, and I really want to make this a reality. I don't know everything. But I can know people, and through that, I can know so much more. Ask me questions, break down my ideas, give me new ideas, give me solutions to problems. Maybe we can collectively build something without the intent of monetization and exploitation.

Okay okay. I'm done.

K

[exit-babylon]

FIRST, LET THIS BEEN SAID: LIVE AND LET LIVE. RESPECT EVERY BODY AND EVERYBODY'S ORIENTATION, LIFE STYLE AND BELIEF SYSTEM. WE DON'T NEED TO ALWAYS AGREE.

OPPOSE ANY AGRESSIVE IDEOLOGY.

AND NOW, LETS EXPOSE A TOTALITARIAN MANIFESTO FROM 1987, THAT WAS MADE TO ENSLAVE THE WORLD.

IT IS NOT A SCENARIO ABOUT HAPPY FUNNY CUTE INNOCENT RAINBOWS AND UNICORNS.

Gay Manifesto

(First Published in Gay Community News, Feb. 15-21, 1987 and also put into the Congressional Record. Author - Michael Swift)

We shall sodomize your sons, emblems of your feeble masculinity, of your shallow dreams and vulgar lies. We shall seduce them in your schools, in your dormitories, in your gymnasiums, in your locker rooms, in your sports arenas, in your seminaries, in your youth groups, in your movie theater bathrooms, in your army bunkhouses, in your truck stops, in your all male clubs, in your houses of Congress, wherever men are with men together. Your sons shall become our minions and do our bidding. They will be recast in our image. They will come to crave and adore us.

Women, you cry for freedom. You say you are no longer satisfied with men; they make you unhappy. We, connoisseurs of the masculine face, the masculine physique, shall take your men from you then. We will amuse them; we will instruct them; we will embrace them when they weep. Women, you say you wish to live with each other instead of with men. Then go and be with each other. We shall give your men pleasures they have never known because we are foremost men too, and only one man knows how to truly please another man; only one man can understand the depth and feeling, the mind and body of another man.

All laws banning homosexual activity will be revoked. Instead, legislation shall be passed which engenders love between men.

All homosexuals must stand together as brothers; we must be united artistically, philosophically, socially, politically and financially. We will triumph only when we present a common face to the vicious heterosexual enemy.

If you dare to cry faggot, fairy, queer, at us, we will stab you in your cowardly hearts and defile your dead, puny bodies.

We shall write poems of the love between men; we shall stage plays in which man openly caresses man; we shall make films about the love between heroic men which will replace the cheap, superficial, sentimental, insipid, juvenile, heterosexual infatuations presently dominating your cinema screens. We shall sculpt statues of beautiful young men, of bold athletes which will be placed in your parks, your squares, your plazas. The museums of the world will be filled only with paintings of graceful, naked lads.

Our writers and artists will make love between men fashionable and de rigueur, and we will succeed because we are adept at setting styles. We will eliminate heterosexual liaisons through usage of the devices of wit and ridicule, devices which we are skilled in employing.

We will unmask the powerful homosexuals who masquerade as heterosexuals. You will be shocked and frightened when you find that your presidents and their sons, your industrialists, your senators, your mayors, your generals, your athletes, your film stars, your television personalities, your civic leaders, your priests are not the safe, familiar, bourgeois, heterosexual figures you assumed them to be. We are everywhere; we have infiltrated your ranks. Be careful when you speak of homosexuals because we are always among you; we may be sitting across the desk from you; we may be sleeping in the same bed with you.

There will be no compromises. We are not middle-class weaklings. Highly intelligent, we are the natural aristocrats of the human race, and steely-minded aristocrats never settle for less. Those who oppose us will be exiled.

We shall raise vast private armies, as Mishima did, to defeat you. We shall conquer the world because warriors inspired by and banded together by homosexual love and honor are invincible as were the ancient Greek soldiers.

The family unit-spawning ground of lies, betrayals, mediocrity, hypocrisy and violence--will be abolished. The family unit, which only dampens imagination and curbs free will, must be eliminated. Perfect boys will be conceived and grown in the genetic laboratory. They will be bonded together in communal setting, under the control and instruction of homosexual savants.

All churches who condemn us will be closed. Our only gods are handsome young men. We adhere to a cult of beauty, moral and esthetic. All that is ugly and vulgar and banal will be annihilated. Since we are alienated from middle-class heterosexual conventions, we are free to live our lives according to the dictates of the pure imagination. For us too much is not enough.

The exquisite society to emerge will be governed by an elite comprised of gay poets. One of the major requirements for a position of power in the new society of homoeroticism will be indulgence in the Greek passion. Any man contaminated with heterosexual lust will be automatically barred from a position of influence. All males who insist on remaining stupidly heterosexual will be tried in homosexual courts of justice and will become invisible men.

We shall rewrite history, history filled and debased with your heterosexual lies and distortions. We shall portray the homosexuality of the great leaders and thinkers who have shaped the world. We will demonstrate that homosexuality and intelligence and imagination are inextricably linked, and that homosexuality is a requirement for true nobility, true beauty in a man.

We shall be victorious because we are fueled with the ferocious bitterness of the oppressed who have been forced to play seemingly bit parts in your dumb, heterosexual shows throughout the ages. We too are capable of firing guns and manning the barricades of the ultimate revolution.

Tremble, hetero swine, when we appear before you without our masks.

[shadeslayer]

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FEMME

FAT BITCHES KNOW!

SHILOMBISH TOKLO

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anti-copyright!!

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put it anywhere & everywhere print, copy, distribute, sell, w/e made in nov 2023 <3

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femme is about being ugly being fat and loud and bright too bright, solar, radioactive making all but the bravest turn away those who dont understand cant look us in the eye

they look at our heels our skirts our legs our jewelry our hair anywhere but our eyes because they know whats there will burn them inside out

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femme is confrontational by nature. you will know we are here & you will deal with us

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the ideal woman is not a woman she is a sex doll a little sister to push around a mother to be spoonfed by a wife to be the ultimate signifier of male heterosexuality

when you are a woman with a mind, with will, with thoughts of your own, you have already failed. as a failure of the ideal, you can only reach for the standard.

all women are failed women. but there are ways to fail more - to not even reach the standard. to be fat. to be brown, or black, or red, or racialized as anything other than a pleasing perfect White. to have crutches, or a wheelchair, or a limb difference, or be anything other than perfectly prettily abled. to have any visible sex characteristics they dont like, that arent “womanly” enough.

being a woman is already a zero sum game. any deviation from the standard is punished. the standard is a failure of the ideal. so whats the fucking point?

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the point is:

FUCK THAT!

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FEMMES MAKE THEIR OWN WOMAN

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the games rigged so we cant win so we’ll change the rules

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the ideal woman is an impossible challenge - so we challenge the world with an impossible woman

all the things they told us were ugly, were unwomanly, the reasons we were barred, excommunicated,

denied entry to a supposed ‘sisterhood’ of ‘better’ women

fat, tall, loud, dark skinned, slanted eyes, big nosed, big lipped, bearded, deep voiced, disabled, angry, unstoppable

& worst of all?

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HAPPY!

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want 2 see some femmes who GET it?

✪ look up the femme shark manifesto from leah lakshmi piepzna-samarasinha ✪ look up i think i came out the first time i didn’t fuck someone back from hana malia ✪ look up hard femme from jackie wang ✪ look up femmes unite from FAG & most importantly - look @ your local freaky femme!

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the ugly, freaky, toothy, stompy, hairy, shriek laughing femmes the ones w/ the wrinkly clothes, the bad makeup, & the biggest smiles the girls who make the party happen b/c no one was inviting them to theirs

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theyre the ones to rock with - always.

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because not enough girls are reminding ppl femmes are more than just a pretty face or that they can be an ugly face, too or that femme is the power of turning ugly into pretty but not w/ makeup

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shilombish toklo is two-spirit in the chickasaw language find her @zufoxz on instagram or zufoxz@gmail.com if you need his lovely, fat, faggy input

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XOXO,

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shilombish toklo

my first foray into digitally making zines (and 2nd foray into ever making a zine) ...... i really enjoyed it. found a lot of words i didnt know i had!

dont have alt text yet bc itll take some typing, hoping to put it on my neocities w/ the alt text once its done <3

[whosebob]

Letting you all know that We: A Manifesto for Women Everywhere is a great book! I’ve read loads of self-help and spiritual texts and this book is one of the best because it includes almost everything you need to move through your bullshit. Lots of platitudes without being platitudinous. Um, and also Agent Scully wrote it. I bought a bunch of copies to give to friends. Can’t wait to share with my mentor Dede. I recommend getting a copy of the physical book (or Kindle version) and the audiobook. This isn’t a one and done read. It’s a get better and better read. 

[sayitwityachest]

tell me how tf the self proclaimed "radical" prof told us today she questioned whether or not we, as in college student women, could consider ourselves oppressed as women??????!!!! girl!!!!

rest assured literally every girl in the class was like what the fuck. someone came out real quick with "there is no hierarchy of oppression" and that shut her the fuck up. This came about bc of a comment i made btw lol i was confused bc bell hooks was saying that some women arent oppressed, just discriminated against and me and the whole class were like ?????

jesus it was so tone deaf bc then she started going on about her place in life and whether or not she was oppressed and she was like "haha i can do whatever now.. once ur parents are gone youre free" so like overlooking that that's not how oppression works.... FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUU

she assumes a lot about our experiences if she thinks that her own interpretation of her life applies to all of us.

[rachelalderson-]

I have a tendency to no longer pay attention or to give a fuck about what anybody else thinks about me.

Gillian Anderson, Women of the World Festival #WOWLDN

[annikoxfiles]

Gillian Anderson and Jennifer Nadel, The Dr. Oz Show @justholdinghandsok