some of these are SUUPER old lol sorry…. <-forgets about tumblr dot com

it's orange season

i find this image rlly funny bc its so blatantly tells on itself like whoever made it thinks that marginalised men cannot be misogynists and has this thought so naturalised in their mind they typed out all these different kinds of men and never considered that they might also be misogynists

"potential allies" is driving me nuts lmfao yes historically the greatest allies to women have been men who believe misandry exists

AND it actively admits that misandry is often a retaliation against the actions of misogynistic men oh this image has been a delight to think about

this isn't the most central issue obviously, but like, why would "misandry" negatively effect nonbinary people?

the way some transandros try to "claim" nonbinary people as "basically men" in these ways is gross. the transmisogynistic erasure contained in the implication that all nonbinary people are TME, the erasure of nonbinary subjectivity itself while nominally "including" us (constructing "nonbinary" as meaning nothing!) contained in the implication that all nonbinary people are essentially "on their way" to trans manhood or are like lesser or knockoff trans men.

& of course the overall transmisogyny of trying to claim there is this alliance of trans men and "nonbinary people" which serves to imply trans people as a whole are split between trans women on one "side" and all other trans people on the other.

nasty misogynist, transphobic, and transmisogynist, shit.

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wife changed its url youknow i had to fix mine back too

coughing baby vs nuclear bomb (turning ur switch into a heat source)

deadkids

revisiting the prolegomenon characters page. here's the first six i've got done.

the next 3 i've done up... paces and wrings my hands. please enjoy.

400+ people were killed in gaza last night.

my friend tarek has been doing some amazing community organizing in palestine — he’s been teaching classes for children with my other friend farah AND distributing water and providing iftar meals during ramadan throughout rafah! his brother just had a major orthopedic surgery he had to wait about a year for and since food and water is incredibly scarce he can’t properly recover. please donate to their efforts!!!

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quick reminder: tarek isn’t just a word on your screen, he is my friend.

he’s 21, the same age as me. before the war he was studying to be a translator and he dreamt of voice acting, just like so many of you reading this. (he’s pretty good too actually.) he would probably not call himself a poet but every few days he posts something so beautifully worded that he might as well be a poet laureate. he recently wrote: “gaza is sick of being praised by anyone. gaza is tired that its image is on satellite tv. gaza is sick of its name in the sad poems. gaza is tired of the repeated endings.” the message is clear — sentiments are not enough, his people need HELP.

every day i tell him im doing everything i can. and it’s true, i am, but its barely anything, as i’m disabled and bedridden. i’ve kept that fact from him out of shame because i see what he has to endure each day, but i feel SO POWERLESS. every time an announcement breaks that more bombs have dropped in the night or more innocent people were gunned down in broad daylight, my heart sinks with terror and i wonder if i’ve lost my friend. it really would mean so much — not just to him, to me — if you could donate anything you can spare to tarek and his family. he deserves the whole world and more.

yesterday tarek almost got on a water distribution truck that was targeted with bombs. the day before his neighbors had their house bombed (during Eid) and that whole family died. please help my friend

I will succeed because I'm crazy. 2025 mantra