Americans are so fucking Oedipalized, the whole election culture war was just them debating whether you should prefer Mommy or Daddy. They kept saying it so explicitly too, like JD Vance talking about how Trump is daddy and was coming home to put mommy in her place (???) and the constant Blue MAGA posting about Momala or whatever
European settler-colonialism really is one of the evilest institutions humans ever created huh. just an absolute blight across the entire planet
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I don't think gender is something which is joyful, any more than I consider capitalism to be something which is joyful. I think, like with capitalism, there is joy to be found and had within these class systems -- joy in resistance, in autonomy, joy and beauty in the finding of love and community, and joy and pride in courage and conviction. I think these things certainly are true. but at the end of the day, to me, what gender is, at its core, is a class system of violence, an immense structure of centuries of brutal and vicious subjugation and cruelty, a machine which punishes resistance-in-the-form-of-deviance with systematic and merciless force. I am the person I am because I am true to myself and I take joy in that -- this is distinct from my "gender," or rather my "gendering," which is a process of violence, an act which is done to me, without my consent, and against my will. That which renders me woman is nothing intrinsic to myself or about my choices -- it is the violence of society which renders me woman, renders me faggot, constructs my place in gender-class, places me within a system of subjugation. I find joy in being a woman not because of gender, but in spite of gender. my pride as a transgender woman, as a faggot, is in opposition to the forces of gender which seek to brutalize me for the way that I am. gender is not something I would ever, ever seek to preserve, or sustain, something which I consider not to be a sacred institution worthy of respect, any more than capital or empire. I consider gender to be my enemy, my opponent, the iron fist within the velvet glove, the barrel of the gun pressed to the back of my skull. gender and I exist in opposition to each other, with gender hell-bent on forcing me to submit to its will, and myself hell-bent on bringing about its total and absolute obliteration. by my analysis, it is critical that any feminist, any act of resistance against gender, correctly understand who the enemy is. the enemy is gender, and it has always been gender. we as transgender women are in a unique position to understand this, by way of the profound violence we experience under the orders of gender, by the consciousness imparted to us by the unique and peculiar acts of punitive cruelty struck against us under the commands of gender. but, for us to be able to do this, for us to be able to liberate ourselves from the wretched shackles of gender, so must we understand that we cannot trap ourselves in a prison of our own making, that we cannot mistake the prison for a home, that we cannot allow ourselves to be tricked into defending that force which exists only to do us harm.
i actually forgot About politics i dont know what they are anymore. idk who joe biden is and if anybody tells me i will kill them
'The chain of a kiss'
the one thing thing funnier than this caption is that the only reason they stopped doing it was that the ferret shit in the tube
every time i download a pdf to put on my ereader i take bread straight from the author's mouth. for dessert i eat the moths that fly out of their empty wallets. i saw stephen king walking around wearing a barrel and suspenders today. i don't even read the things
you're gonna have to do clockwork orange shit to me if you want me to learn whatever the fuck an abundance agenda is