#our bodies are not yours to own

[winterdeepelegy]

I can always count on @ninjamonkeystudios to run with my crazy ideas. Thank you!

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

None of our hands are clean

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[bixels]

The idea that uni protesters are "elitist ivy-league rich kids larping as revolutionaries" on Twitter and Reddit and even here is so fucking funny to me if you actually know anything about the student bodies at these unis. Take it from someone who's going to one of the biggest private unis in the US, 80% of the peers I know are either from the suburbs or an apartment somewhere in America, children of immigrants, or here on a student visa. I've heard about one-percenter students, but I've never met one in person. Like, don't get me wrong, the institution as a whole is still very privileged and white. I've talked with friends and classmates about feeling weird or dissonant being here and coming from such a different background. But in my art program, I see BIPOC, disabled, queer, lower-income students and faculty trying to deconstruct and tear that down and make space every day. So to take a cursory glance at a crowd of student protesters in coalitions that are led by BIPOC & 1st/2nd-gen immigrant students and HQ'd in ethnic housings and student organizations and say, "ah. children of the elite." Get real.

[tic-loud-tic-proud]

"Maybe white men wouldn't have overwhelmingly voted for Trump if it wasn't for feminists telling them they're bad all the time!!1!!" Weird how everything men do ends up being women's fault somehow

[reality-detective]

Our bodies need nutrients to heal itself 🤔

[lilacprose]

MECHANICAL MIND // MECHANICAL BODY — a star wars story

There he’ll awake, with a clear mind and clear direction. Black cloak drifting over his empire. This is what he wants. There he’ll stand, atop manmade planets surrounded by explosions of stardust. Breathing in power, exhaling out fear...

Read my new short story MECHANICAL MIND // MECHANICAL BODY on ao3.

I wanted to get a little sappy below the cut for a bit. First of all, thank you if you decided to read this note and Mechanical Mind // Mechanical Body. This story means a lot to me. The idea for this story came to me in a dream. At first, I didn't intend to make anything out of it. But the images of that dream stayed with me in my mind for a long time until I simply had to put them down to paper. I started writing it in November 2023 and it's been a labor of love for the past six months. Dear reader, I sincerely hope you enjoy this story.

Finally, I would like to express my deepest thanks to my best friend @itsladyliv who took the time to beta read Mechanical Mind for me. Your feedback and sweet comments mean the world to me. Couldn't do this without your support 💜

[thepoisonroom]

'I flirted with the idea that instead of being trans that I was just a cross-dresser (a quirk, I thought, that could be quietly folded into an otherwise average life) and that my dysphoria was sexual in nature, and sexual only. And if my feelings were only sexual, then, I wondered, perhaps I wasn’t actually trans.

I had read about a book called The Man Who Would Be Queen, by a Northwestern University professor who believed that transwomen who were attracted to women were really confused fetishists, they wanted to be women to satisfy an autogynephilia. And though I first read about this book in the context of its debunkment and disparagement, I thought about the electricity of slipping on those tights, zipping up those boots, and a stream of guilt followed. Maybe this professor was right, and maybe I was only a fetishist. Not trans, just a misguided boy.

About a year later, on the Internet, I come across a transwoman who added a unique message to the crowd refuting this professor. Oh, I wish I remember who this woman was, and I wish even more that I could do better than paraphrase her, but I remember her saying something like this: “Well, of course I feel sexy putting on women’s clothing and having a woman’s body. If you feel comfortable in your body for the first time, won’t that probably mean it’ll be the first time you feel comfortable, too, with delighting in your body as a sexual thing?”'

-Casey Plett, Consciousness

[road-kill-eater]

im a big fan of the way you draw monsters with their cocks out. like its one of those little arrows in an iron wrought gate or the long curved nose of a creature or something. if there was any kind of bottom surgery that could do that to a guy i'd do it in an instant. anyway have a nice day! :-)

i feel kind of alienated from normal human genitalia in a way. its cool to see things that transgress and obfuscate those boundaries like my own body does, i suppose. or we are just deviants for no good reason. peace ✌️

[indieyuugure]

positive energy guys!

I love you You love me We're a happy family With a great big hug And a kiss from you to me Won't you say you love me too? I love you You love me We're best friends like friends should be With a great big hug And a kiss from you to me Won't you say you love me too?

Barny the dinosaur!!! wont you come and sing with me???

ALL THE POSITIVITY ALL THE TIME!! Lot’s of love guys💕

[faaun]

we sang in the aeroplane over the sea tgth ☆

[jingerpi]

to be clear to my Marxist followers, while I stand by the quotes in my pinned, do not worry I am not out here judging people for if they have enough "love". correct understanding of the world comes first always, they're mostly there to calm the scared liberals and also express that despite not being concerned with bourgeois morality, Marxism is still an ideology that can be filled with love and wonderful things.

Marxism has a bit of a reputation for being the brutal man ideology (anti communism woo) and I want to fight against that a bit, because I do genuinely think it is deeply compatible with compassion and care, as one of it's central truths is the unity of our class in a collective struggle... its just not that compassion and care is what makes Marxism correct, and it's not bad (perhaps even good) if you're a Marxist because it makes scientific sense and you're not all lovecoded hippie posting, that's totally fine (Marxism primarily informs my love, not vice versa)

I'm a bit of a weird one with how I see emotions as informed by social positions and as such I see love as deeply related to solidarity and class struggle, but I do also understand emotions are fickle and may not correctly line up with class interests for everyone for example. I do actually think emotions can be correct or incorrect in a way, like pretty much anything else, it's just quite a bit more complex to understand them than other things, they function as guidelines and it's important to work to have those guidelines be actually helpful and correct, but that's a whole different conversation with a lot of difficulties and nuances, so I'll leave it here for now.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

hope you feel better soon!

I am riddled with ailments, but I stay silly!

[atissi]

as much as i dislike a lot of the backstory re-writes in darkest dungeon 2, i still think it's cute that plague doctor loses stress when she sees her professor cough up blood. you can take the freak actions away from the scientist but you cannot take away the freak behaviour.

[agir1ukn0w]

Ariana: Don’t comment on my body, do not reply.

everyone: she looks so skinny and unhealthy it’s making me wanna starve myself

[novelconcepts]

this is a gift (it comes with a price)

Van Palmer cannot die. There are advantages to this fact.

(prompted by OwlsOwlsOwls)

M, 2535 words

She’d do it for all of them, when push comes to shove, because that’s the bargain they’ve made. With the woods. With each other. With these cards, and the story, and the desperation of survival. This is the bargain. For everyone to live, someone has to die. She wish it wasn’t her. God, she wishes. She wants so badly to go home. To fight with Tai, and then kiss her until the anger melts away. To see the walls of her bedroom again, if only to pull the posters down and say a long goodbye. To go to school, to travel the world, to play one more glorious game with gloves on and head held high. She wishes. But this isn’t a world for wishes. It’s a world built on blood and bargain, and she’s already spilled so much.

[reality-detective]

Barbara O'Neill - DNA 🤔