He's Saying What We've All Been Thinking

"red-pill" "snowflake" everything about v for vendetta...fascists really do love to steal and bastardize culture from the queer people they are trying to destroy

in absolute tears about the pride module at my work

the implications of this poem by Maggie Smith from her book Good Bones, astonishing

?? on my post with a recording from a decommissioned satellite

To anyone wondering if it's worth it to tear down fascist posters or whatever. I spent a few months last year engaged in silent battle with another student at my school who was putting anti trans stickers up everywhere. I had it down to a system where every night I would walk the five block radius they went up in, and tear down all the ones I could reach, and use a stick to put duct tape over the others. Like, within hours of the stickers going up, I would have already purged the whole zone. I knew the basic schedule of whoever put them up based on when and where the stickers appeared. I probably could have found them in person if I'd wanted to. And I told all my classmates and friends what the stickers looked like and got them to rip them down too. And after a few months of this, the stickers slowed, and then stopped forever.

My point is, a lot of this fashy or right wing stuff is one local weirdo. And if you pay attention, and do a little light organizing with your friends, you can basically make their efforts into a giant sisyphisean exercise in misery. You control your streets!

resting my freezing cold no circulation fingers over my eyes to achieve the same effect as refreshing cucumber slices

reddit is having a glitch where it puts the wrong captions over photos and it’s the only thing i care about right now

i love my dog so much

yesterday i was wailing in my room in intense abdominal pain, and my dog baxter was licking my hands and sniffing me. i ended up having to leave in a rush to go to the er, and discovering i had appendicitis. i had to stay overnight at the er to wait for my surgery for appendix removal this morning (it went well!), so i asked my housemate to take baxter out to the bathroom for me while i was away.

she couldn’t make him leave my bed. he refused to leave and i know he needed the bathroom. he’s 13 years old and on a routine for his bathroom breaks. but he wouldn’t leave. to the point that he growled and nipped at my housemate’s hands when she tried to pick him up and make him go.

he refused to leave last night. he refused to leave this morning. he refused until i got home and he knew i was back and i was going to be okay. he needed to keep watch over my room and wait for me.

i’m home and in bed now and he’s cuddling up next to me. his tail won’t stop wagging. he’s such a sweet old man.

pictures of the boy:

just found this comic i drew in 2012