#radical larry

[hyperfixationsofthebagel]

projecting my period cramps onto Larry because he been an ass to me lately in CB 😡😡😡

[wrongfourtytwo]

“I’d kiss you covered in blood and blown to pieces. Not because I love you but bc I’m just fucking Insane like that.”

[chowdergal]

SCP-106

[life-of-a-rat]

finally lined/colored these old sketches.

i wasn't sure which background i liked best, so here's two different versions :)

[real-godzekiel]

fucked up tboi fan miniboss probably

shit cum piss (ORIGINAL!)

i am a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of a copy of

[illwilledomen]

Mom! Grandpa breached containment again!

[jupyyter]

Guess who just stole SCP 106 after raiding with @sigrid-extra and @purplelordscp035j

[thescaryhyperfem]

Can you guess who's my favorite Keter SCP

[zot3-flopped]

The person behind the Briana and Eleanor hate websites wasn’t Amy, it was a blog called fluffyyorkshirepudding. She’s a rad Louie in her 50s who is incapable of accepting that Louis isn’t gay. Many years ago, I was involved with certain cliques on Tumblr, and it was a well known fact among Larries (ex AND current) that she owned both those sites. I never understood how she got away with it for so long without ever being called out. But Larries and rad Louies have one thing in common- they hate women first and foremost. The ones who remain in fandom are basically misogynists who use the Larry story to justify their hate for women. And every single woman who knew who was responsible for those websites but never tried to stop them, is a disgrace. Most of the long time Larries/turned rad Louies know that Larry was never real but they’re completely incapable of accepting the karma of being wrong. I hope that some day, the good guys among them will face it willingly. As for the rest of those fuckers, it will catch up with them eventually.

That blog used to be on the hate list but has posted less and less in recent years.

[wolveria]

The Raven's Hymn chapter 50 without context

[leemarkies]

just cancelled out my brother’s vote 😕

[hyperfixationsofthebagel]

Chat do you fw my CB yaoi

re-emergence. 🪖♾️ that is their ship.name

thank you silo scp 173 ceo for the ship name

[real-godzekiel]

omw to join the scp-106 fandom (members: 5)

i love myself <:)

[all-things-are-nothing-to-me]

Left to right. First row.

1. The Faggots and Their Friends Between Revolutions by Larry Mitchell.

In a joyous and perverse intermingling of fable, myth, heterotopian vision, and pocket wisdom, The Faggots & Their Friends tell us stories of the 70s gay countercultures and offer us strategies and wisdom for our own time living Between Revolutions. These pages sketch a different shape to time and offer instructions for living within it. This story, like our own, plays out in liminal time. Not the time of revolution, and not after-the-revolution, the story occurs between revolutions. Being between revolutions: being enmeshed in slow entropy, in abandoned spaces, in lives forged without recourse to “winning” or “after.” The faggots feel this disintegration, and live best when empires are falling.

2. Be Gay, Do Crime by The Mary Nardini Gang.

Among the discordant chorus of anons who penned the defining texts of the queer anarchist network Bash Back!, none was more fervent in its glorification of criminal desire, decadent hedonism, and social undoing than the Milwaulkee-based Mary Nardini Gang. Their fiery “Towards the Queerest Insurrection” still circulates as an integral manifesto of riotous queerness, while the “Criminal Intimacy” and “Whore Theory” have made their more subterranean way into innumerable conversations and correspondences.

Ten years later, the secretive group supplements these collected writings with a subtle retrospective. Carefully unlocking the hidden layers of their theses on insurrection, they face up to what they got wrong, concede that the world ended somewhere between the Greek insurrection of 2008 and now, and insist upon the vital task of ushering new worlds into being as we live amid the decomposition and cataclysmic death throes of the old one. To their theses on insurrection, they prepend a new arcana tooled for opening onto the queerest of outsides.

Dedicated to their friends among the dead, this pocket edition is a necromantic mirror, an encrypted message to old loves, and an invitation to those finding these words for the first time.

3. The Criminal Child by Jean Genet.

“As for me, I have chosen: I will be on the side of crime. And I will help the children, not to win back access to your houses, your factories, your schools, your laws, and sacraments, but to destroy them.”

So reads this new clandestine translation of a previously censored and unavailable text by Jean Genet. “The Criminal Child” is a critical engagement with the French youth prisons, a reflection on Genet’s formative years within them, a document of hostility towards society and its benevolent reformers, and – as argued by the anonymous afterword – an initiatory magical system.

5. Witchcraft and the Gay Counterculture by Arthur Evans.

This radical faerie classic, first published in 1978 by Fag Rag Press, uncovers the hidden mythic link between homosexuality and paganism in an elegy for the world of sex and magic vanquished by Christian civilization. From Joan of Arc to the Cathars and the underground worshippers of Diana, the author shows how every upwelling of gender transgression and sexual freedom was targeted by the authorities for total and often violent repression or appropriation. The concluding manifesto calls for pagan reconnection with the living world, the creation of armed anarchist cells, and the destruction of industrial civilization.

Left to right. Row 2.

1. What is Gender Nihilism? A Reader.

A collection gathering readings for discussions on an end to gender: not the proliferation or liberation of gender, but its catastrophic cancellation. The reader brings together writings as old as 1883 and as recent as 2015, juxtaposing nihilist, radical feminist, queer, trans, anticolonial, communizing and insurrectionary approaches with other unclassifiable textual/existential disruptions. Many of the readings are out of print or have only appeared online or in zine form, and include: Adrienne Rich, Monique Wittig, Michel Foucault, Judith Butler, A.R. Stone, Paul B. Preciado, the entities known as Radicalesbians, Gender Mutiny, Baedan, Ehn Nothing, Laboria Cuboniks and, as always, Anonymous. Also includes “My Preferred Gender Pronoun is Negation,” “Gender Nihilism” by Aidan Rowe, and the gender nihilism anti-manifesto that inspired the collection.

2. Baedan 1 – journal of queer nihilism.

3. Baedan 2 – a queer journal of heresy.

If the first issue of Baedan was a knife thrust wildly in the dark, the second is an effort to examine our enemies in a new light; enemies who bear scars yet endure. In a sense, this issue follows through our initial attack and pushes beyond our own horrors at the consequences of words. We write at a time when everything which seemed slightly possible two years ago has borne its rotten fruit; when queer recuperation has become more powerful and accepted than ever, while the fetish for technology has reached an unprecedented frenzy; when so many efforts at subversion languish under the tyranny of cybernetic identity and aesthetics (even our own etymologies have become identities!); when friends turn away out of fear of the unknown, turn toward all the comforts and certainties of the past (identity politics, traditionalism, religious morality, activism, et al). The old enemies rear their heads and the terrain is as bleak as ever. And yet we take seriously that adage: “There’s no need to fear or hope, but only to look for new weapons.”

4. Baedan 3 – journal of queer time travel.

Bædan: journal of queer time travel marks a further attempt to pose and to flesh out a queer critique of civilization. Queer not only in the sense of coming from those outside and disruptive of the Family, but also in the sense of a critique weirder than its more orthodox cousins. We imagine the Bædan project as an effort to pose the critique of civilization otherwise, to begin from another place. In this issue (and beyond…) we have conjured a strange bestiary of thinking, trying to unearth and trace the tradition of anti-civilization thought in the literature of queerness and in queerness as immanent critique.

*I couldn't find this one online*

[yearinlou]

In the end, I'll do it all again.

Haaruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood//Clementine Von Radics, In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “I swear, next time I’ll see you I’ll be funny"//Eisha Tandon, A Poem for a Moment with you//Trista Mateer, Honeybee//Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays

we all remember where we were

[draculancer-flow]

I'm moving unregulated. The nature of the thing in itself got me arguing with RA about reality. We smoking applebottom jeans, boots with the fur. The pussy got me howling like the violin in Vivaldi's Four Seasons. Autopods in my ears and airpods on my Goblin, I'm changing the game.

This shit ain't nothing to me, man, I've got enough cocaine in my system to Radical Larry my way into the Think Tank and make those cascade-edged NHPs build weapons of mass drug dealing for me. The Zaza got me terrified of my mistakes coming back to haunt me. I never meant to hurt you, Sandra. Please come back.

Even after Millenia of war, chaos, and a complete and total restructuring of Cradle's society, Detroit still exists. It always will. It lurks in the back of the human psyche, a shadow over history. It is a wide, gaping, abyssal maw of chaos and decay, and brother, that maw is about to give me the sloppiest slurp-n-gurp I ever did have. This shit ain't nothing to me, man!