“can men and women really be just friends??” straight people are so weird
It is a fact that bisexuals can’t make friends. There is only prey.
[[bi-lociraptor screech in the background, the hunt has begun]]
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#bisexuality #dinosaur #puns #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog
Being nice to the people around you will change a lot. Over time. Look at all the people talking about their shitty day and then one friend was nice to them and it made things okay again. You can be that one friend for a few people on a few occasions, and that’ll recharge them. Seriously, not everyone has to be front-line. You can be a medic. We need medics, too. You can be that person we know isn’t making things worse, and that’s sometimes an amazing thing.
Needed to hear this today, thank you.
Activist speaking: Being nice to people makes activism way easier and in a lot of ways is a form of activism.
Also, in general, I’d really REALLY like to get the myth that literally everyone needs to be an activist destroyed. In reality, it doesn’t take a lot to tip scales, as long as the general population is friendly to the problem. Slactivism is okay sometimes! Not being an activist at all is okay sometimes!
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#…that is extremely comforting
Mentally ill person: I’m having a really bad and hard time right now.
Other person: Haha yeah aren’t we all.
You do realise this sort of thing encourages people not to seek treatment for their mental illnesses?
What this post is saying, to everyone not *diagnosed* with a mental illness, is that their current level of misery is normal and proper, and they should just suck it up and deal without so much as a complaint. (Technically, it permits complaining to non-mentally-ill people, but such people are not easy to find, and you usually can’t tell when you’ve found them.)
For some of the not-known-to-be-mentally-ill people who read this post, that claim will not be true. You don’t know which people they are. *They* don’t know which people they are. You have just thrown another stumbling block onto the already difficult path towards even *recognising* that they have a problem, let alone dealing with it.
(This post brought to you by someone who is regularly kept up at night by the worry that maybe she deserves better than her current mental state. Maybe the reason people don’t talk about struggling–multiple times a month, failing–to keep from being overwhelmed by the combined guilt of every wrong they have ever directly or indirectly committed is because they genuinely don’t *have* such struggles. Or maybe they do, and don’t talk about it because of living in a culture that doesn’t allow people to treat guilt as important. Who can say?)
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#posts I am almost certainly going to regret #(but what’s a few more litres in an ocean) #(the following category tag was added retroactively:) #our roads may be golden or broken or lost
sobeitjayt:
YOOOOO OMG
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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #I don’t know what show this is from #TagViewer can probably find me someone who does #I’ll add it in soon #oh hang on the source says it’s #Saturday Night Live #that makes sense
I hear people say “oh my god I hate people” all the time without backlash. everyone knows they don’t hate every single individual in humanity. they have friends and family they love and hang out with. they simply hate the greedy, corrupted, oppressive nature of some human beings.
but the minute we say something about white people or men, no one seems to understand that it’s the same concept.
How does that saying go? “The line between good and evil runs through every human heart”? Everyone is worthy of love, and everyone is worthy of hatred. No exceptions.
When I say I hate everyone (which, admittedly, I generally don’t do out loud, as it’s rather rude), I mean literally everyone. I mean my psychological barriers preventing me from contemplating why I ought to hate everyone have failed.
Said barriers are currently only in the alpha stage of development, and fail frequently: about 2 – 5 times a month, for about half an hour at a time. I’m working on it, though. I hope that one day, I’ll be able to repress my misanthropy as thoroughly as I do my mortality.
(I note that the anti-mortality barriers were a huge project, taking something like 2 – 3 years to develop to a point strong enough that I could talk about it without really thinking about it. I was around age 7 when I started it, so it was a big chunk of my total lifespan at that point. I don’t expect the anti-misanthropy barriers will be any easier, both in terms of how long it takes and in terms of the amount of pain suffered in the process.)
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#Misanthropes Anonymous #’everyone knows’ my foot
Hello! My name is Kerri Miller Christopher Beha AO Scott Ruth Graham Nathaniel Hawthorne Socrates Bob and I’m here to tell you that we’re all going to hell. HELL. Why, you ask? Well, let me expound upon it in a million-word screed that I will make as condescending as possible: because you’re reading and watching things I think are stupid.
Did you know your behavior signifies a decline in greater civilization? You should. No, it doesn’t matter that I’ve never read the stupid things you’re reading. I am the last adult in America.
I see you and your secret, childish acronyms. YA? MG? TFIOS? I had look up this stuff on the World Wide Web and I’m still confused. I’m a person of a certain age and I’ve been left out of the cultural conversation. My feelings about this should mean more than they actually do.
I know this will upset people, but I don’t understand why anyone over the age of six is reading books for children. When I was in kindergarten, my favorite book was OLD MAN AND THE SEA. Old men are grown-ups, and that’s what I wanted to be: an old man wrestling with a fish. Also, reading it was horrible, and no one who is a grown-up ever reads for pleasure, because reading for pleasure is stupid. Just ask all those guys reading Dean Koontz and Lee Child. They’re in it for the metaphors.
Fellow grown-ups, at the risk of sounding snobbish and joyless and old, well, look, I am all those things but you should hear me out anyway, because I have opinions. LISTEN. It’s time to center the cultural conversation back where it belongs: on me. All YA is silly, sentimental and simple and I know this because mostly ladies write it and no one should make that much money from books about a vampire.
All of you are YouTubing right now, aren’t you? You’re totally YouTubing. Stop that.
This is what I’m trying to say: I’m concerned for you. I say these things out of love, not a love for clicks. I am sad that you are reading YA fiction when you could be reading fiction for adults, because it’s never occurred to me that you can read both. Actually, I think there’s a law.
Except for the times I am binge-watching Mad Men and waxing nostalgic for a time that never was and a patriarchy that never died, I only read very smart, literary fiction that is complex and important, the kind of smart fiction that YA can never be, because I said so. Reading this important kind of grown-up fiction cleans out your colon. It puts hair on your chest. It’s like trying to open a locked door using only your head. It’s supposed to hurt. It breaks your teeth, knocks you unconscious and leaves cuts and bruises on your face and your body broken, like Hemingway fresh from the war. Don’t you want to be like Hemingway fresh from the war? Of course you do, because he was an old white man, on the sea, with a fish. These can be your battle scars, too. Wear them proudly. You are a grown-up.
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#anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog #get off my lawn #(…I am actually not sure what MG is supposed to mean in this context?) #(sometimes lists of acrynyms have a made-up one at the *end*) #(but this is in the middle)
…dammit, I knew I shouldn’t have kept listening to that science podcast once I realised it was about antibiotic-resistant infections in chickens transmitting to humans through meat.
Especially when I am having chicken products for dinner. (It’s eggs, not meat, but still.)
I…will probably be able to eat it anyway? Probably without significant nocebo effect? I definitely don’t feel nearly as bad as I did after that one Night Vale horoscope, so I’m hopeful.
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#oh look an original post #in which Brin has a food poisoning phobia #why do I do these things to myself #(well there is the fact that I live in a subculture that considers learning about the horrible things of the world to be a moral imperative) #(except they generally draw the line at things that will aggravate phobias) #(so really the question of why remains) #Brin talks about herself for no particular reason
Now that I look at it, it seems such a tiny thing. Without the broader context, the other straws on the camel’s back, it wouldn’t even be noticeable. It almost still wasn’t noticeable.
And yet…and yet there’s that word. “Stimulating”. Sex ought to be stimulating.
It’s a reminder of everything I hate about the kind of sex-positive sex-ed that’s standard in this subculture. I feel bad about hating it. I shouldn’t hate it. It’s the greatest good for the greatest number.
And yet.
And yet I’m sick of being excluded at every turn. I resent the way the kind of sex-ed epitomised by (though by no means exclusive to) Scarleteen stunted my sexual self-understanding, fed me information and advice consisting mostly of stuff that didn’t apply to me (sometimes the exact opposite of which applied to me) and told me it applied to everyone. I hate knowing that they didn’t even do anything wrong, because I’m such a fucking snowflake that I don’t deserve to expect anyone to ever acknowledge my existence.
(It isn’t my sexuality itself that I have a problem with. I like who I am. It’s the way it interacts with who everyone else is that gets to me.)
(Sexual pleasure is not a stimulant. It is a sedative. If I find a sexual act stimulating, that’s a sure sign that something has gone wrong and I need to change course.)
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#sexuality and lack thereof #rants #TMI
hi tumblr would you like to hear the bedtime story that Alex made up for me on the bus home
So there’s this princess, and some dudebro prince wants to marry her and stuff, because that’s how these things work out. Dudebro’s like “I love you! Let’s get married!” and she’s like “Ew.” And he’s mad because she Just Doesn’t Realize how much he Really Truly Loves and Deserves her! so he pays an unscrupulous witch to put a curse on her so that she will fall into a deep sleep and only true love’s kiss will be able to wake her up.
So the princess falls into a big old sleep and her family is like Oh no! and they summon the best doctors, who gather around her and keep her in a big clean room and try to figure out what do. and her friends leave her flowers and her little dog sits outside the door and whines, and she doesn’t wake up. And then dudebro prince comes in like <ahem> “OH HEY LET ME TRY SOMETHING MAYBE IT WILL WORK” and he pecks her on the lips and like, she doesn’t wake up. Because he doesn’t love her. He doesn’t even know her. He just loves the idea of marrying a princess.
But now she’s still asleep and everyone’s out of ideas and the witch won’t even give Dudebro his money back because like, hey, the curse worked, he was the one who fucked up. Everyone is so sad because they can’t help the princess! Then one day her little dog squeezes past one of the doctors and runs into her room, jumps on her bed and licks her face. The princess wakes up.
Unfortunately she still has some lingering curse narcolepsy and will sometimes fall into an enchanted sleep while she’s trying to go about her business, so her dog becomes a service dog and his job is to give her kisses whenever she needs the spell to be broken again.
And they live happily ever after!
Service dog! Whose task is to give kisses!
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#fairy tales #adorable
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#Stephen Colbert #sexism #anything that makes me laugh this much deserves a reblog
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