#joy is resistance

[queertranshappiness]

You deserve happiness, no matter what anybody else says. Even in a dark world and a political moment so shitty, your happiness is worth more than appeasing a bunch of sad hateful idiots who don't know what they're talking about. Your joy is resistance. So don't be afraid to bite straight in and get it all down your face, metaphorically. Your peace comes first, so block that trigger word or tag or news site, have a nice hot or cold drink, and do something you love. The world may be dark, but fighting for happiness as an act of rebellion is a much better alternative than not. Queer and trans lives, joy, community, hope, rest and peace are sacred. Do not forget that.

[never-quite-buried]

Correction to video: these girls were SIX. Not twelve. In no world do these babies look 12 they were SIX.

Remember their names. Sidra Hassouna. Suzan Hassouna. Remember their names, remember their smiles and their laughter.

[queenpinkireellylikethisname]

Songs for Palestine...

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[anticrapitalist-rage]

This morning I stood barefoot in the first frost, watching my breath curl through the air, deliberately delighting in being alive.

I've been really struggling for a long time. Things are looking pretty bleak, on a personal and global scale. It's increasingly difficult to resist the yawning void of grief and despair. That's the point, though, isn't it.

I'm working hard to pull it together. I refuse to wither and fade into complacency, yet another slow sacrifice at the altar of capitalism. The Horrors will not consume me, I will not succumb to apathy.

If I am ground into dust by this relentless machine, may the last grains of me jam its gears.

[llfreude]

Life is like vibration of sound And man is but string work If a blow hits him too hard, He loses resonance, never to find it back again. Any sound of him will cause but displeasure And he will never unite to the well-adjusted choir Without ruining its harmony with dissonance

Quote from Müllner's theatre play Die Schuld (1813) Found in Ludwig van Beethoven's personal notes.

[pommedepersephone]

When the world is dark, protecting a spark of joy is a worthy task.

Patron Saint Bluebell

Hey, listen. I know the world’s on fire. But listen. I’ll tell you a thing. On the day after the election, when everything was worst and all I could do was go numb or cry hysterically, do you know what gave me the most comfort? It wasn’t the words of Lincoln or Gandhi or Maya Angelou, it wasn’t Psalms or poetry, it wasn’t my grandmother, it wasn’t contemplating the long arc of history. It wasn’t even hugging the dog. It was the Twitter account @ConanSalaryman. This is a joke account. It’s somebody who narrates as if Conan was working in an office. Tweets usually sound like “By Crom!” roared Conan. “You jackals cannot schedule a mere interview without gathering in a pack and cackling?!” or “Conan slammed his sword through his desk. Papers and blood rained through the office. Monday was slain.” I followed it awhile back and have found it funny. (I’m not a huge Robert Howard fan inherently, but whoever is writing these does the schtick well.) But if it had not posted once that day, no one would have noticed at all. Instead, Conan the Salaryman posted something inspirational. And then replied to dozens of people replying to him, for hours, in character, telling them that by Crom! it was only defeat if we did not stand up again, that the greatest act of strength was to keep walking in the face of hopelessness, that the gods have given the smallest of us strength to enact change, that we must all keep going as long as Crom gave us breath, and tyrants frightened Conan not, but we must look to those unable to fend for themselves. (“Though by Crom! We must hammer ourselves into a support network, not an army!”) I have no idea who is behind that account. But it was the most bizarrely comforting thing I saw all day, in a day that had very little comfort in it. There was this weight of story behind it. It helped me. I think it helped a lot of people. If only a tiny bit–well, tiny bits help. I have been thinking a lot lately about Bluebell from Watership Down. There’s absolutely no reason you should remember Bluebell, unless, to take an example completely and totally at random, you read it eleven thousand times until your copy fell apart because you were sort of a weird little proto-furry kid who loved talking animals more than breath and wrote fan fic and there weren’t any other talking animal books and you now have large swaths memorized as a result. Ahem. Bluebell is a minor character. He’s Captain Holly’s friend and jester. When the old warren is destroyed, Captain Holly and Bluebell are the last two standing and they stagger across the fields after the main characters. By the end, Holly is raving, hallucinating, and screaming “O zorn!” meaning “all is destroyed” and about to bring predators down on them. And Bluebell is telling stupid jokes. And they make it the whole way because of Bluebell’s jokes. “Jokes one end, hraka the other,” he says. “I’d roll a joke along the ground and we’d both follow it.” When Holly can’t move, Bluebell tells him jokes that would make Dad jokes look brilliant and Holly is able to move again. When Hazel, the protagonist, tries to shush him, Holly says no, that “we wouldn’t be here without his blue-tit’s chatter.” I tell you, the last few days, thinking of this, I really start to identify with Bluebell. I am not a fighter, not an organizer, certainly not a prophet. Throw something at me and I squawk and cover my head. I write very small stories with wombats and hamsters and a cast of single digits. I am not the sort of comforting soul who sits and listens and offers you tea. (What seems like a thousand years ago, when I had the Great Nervous Breakdown of ‘07, I remember saying something to the effect that I had realized that if I had myself as a friend, I would have been screwed, because I was useless at that kind of thing. And a buddy of mine from my college days, who was often depressed, wrote me to say that no, I wasn’t that kind of person, but when we were together I always made her laugh hysterically and that was worth a lot too. I treasured that comment more than I am entirely comfortable admitting.) But I can roll a joke along the ground until the end of the world if I have to. And increasingly, I think that’s what I’m for in this life. Things are bad and people have died already and I am heartsick and tired and the news is a gibbering horror–but I actually do know why a raven is like a writing desk. So. First Church of Bluebell. Patron Saint. Keep holding the line.

[skeletonpandas]

[aire1111]

"Joy is resistance" is clearly a mossad slogan

[averys-place]

Especially for all my American siblings. Sending love and hope from Australia 🫶

To all the trans people who see this tonight, no matter what happens, we will survive. Trans people will still be here 4 years from now and 10 years from now and 100 years from now and tomorrow. We have always existed and we always will. The world cannot unlearn about us; we are too public, too loud, too beloved, too present. Ill be here tomorrow. Please stay here with me.

[odinsblog]

iconic

[jasondamien93]

Spotify Wrapped but make it trans

[houseofpurplestars]

A Resistance fighter mid-air, jumping for joy after defeating a zionist tank with an RPG.

[ladyinrainbowglasses]

Fascism relies on fear and withers against mockery.

We are all terrified, for excellent reasons. We keep getting reminded that we need community and joy to survive this.

I propose we #RockytheInauguration

Organize as many stagings, showings, and shadowcasts of "Rocky Horror" as humanly possible on Inauguration Day 2025.

Make it a newsworthy event. Showcase queer joy and queer love. Fill every capital city, especially DC, with people dancing in fishnets. Have an Eddie brigade re-enact Rolling Thunder wherever they can. Play "The Time Warp" on the steps of every Capitol building.

Make our militant, joyful defiance a news event for the history books. Let all coverage of Fueher Scheisshosen's coronation be forever linked with Dr. Frank-N-Furter.

Let's make this happen.

[cosmobrain00]

if femzai doesnt look like the worst girlfailure on the block I dont want her

[fullbodycringe]

Amazing work guys, no notes. If some over-serious wannabe bureaucrat comes in and "fixes" this, I hope they know they've killed one of the tiny but rare pieces of magic left in the world

Fun thing I learned today. On Wikipedia's List of Cetaceans, where a photo is missing it says [cetacean needed]

[hilacopter]

me remembering that antisemites are so so upset and mad over my existence and they can't do anything about it