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When the cute little gay boy you used to have a secret crush on months ago scratches your chest with that steampunk jointed full finger eagle ring...
my mama always dreamed of being an alvin ailey dancer but then she really injured her leg and wasn’t able to dance for a...
how you gon’ talk it without talking cheating?
imma be mad honest #unpopularopinion. i spent a lot of time feeling...
The guy next to me on the shuttle bench smells like chocolate rum balls.
*applause* It’s a fundamentally capitalist discourse, in a way, that we as activists have this responsibility to make ourselves productive, our worth is determined by our productivity, and any impedances to this productivity must be dealt with, and on our own time/with our own energy/with our own resources.What gets me is that so many of the people I know who are really into, like… I’ve started calling it “self care evangelism” because I’m a bitch - defend their positions by being like “well self care is important because it’s CAPITALISTIC to not make room for self-care, because THE STATE and CAPITALISM are what push people to work themselves to exhaustion with no time for themselves!”
like
no
I mean yes capitalism and the state do that! It is a problem, though, when peoples’ response to that is, “WELL THEN MAKE TIME FOR YOURSELF ANYWAY BECAUSE THAT’S GOOD SELF CARE!”
Just… okay, fine, I’ll do that when you do all my housework, homework, when you make sure my rent is paid, oh and my phone bills, they’re pretty high because of all the long-distance calls back home to where I’m supporting my family (sometimes financially) through crisis, you should probably also take that on, too.
THEN I will gladly buy myself some fucking bubble bath.
OR you could acknowledge that we as a “community” (and I use the term loosely because I have issues with that term too but w/e that’s another post) are responsible to some degree for one another and that we contribute to each other’s mental state and not just… fucking dismiss anyone who is having legit issues as “needing to do self-care” or “not doing enough self-care”, or protect abusers in the name of their “self-care”. Because my problems with self-care discourse go beyond the consumeristic nature of it - the “oh just go buy yourself some nice tea and take some time off work” - and have a lot to do with the collective disengagement inherent in expecting people to deal with things like being arrested, beaten, etc, etc on your own and if you don’t then you are a bad activist
It really puts the lie to the myth of the “activist community” when people thing of activist self-care in individualistic terms like that, is what I’m saying. I MEAN: NOT TO SAY THAT PEOPLE AREN’T ULTIMATELY RESPONSIBLE FOR THEIR OWN SHIT. BECAUSE WE ARE. But when someone withdraws from a group or particular campaign or whatever because of “burnout” - it’s because the group or campaign has failed them, in a way, too. We NEED to be able to keep each other going, as activists.
A term I am exploring is “community care” - I’d really like to start up some kind of community care group or collective, of folks who can help other folks in our vague “community” with stuff like running errands, doing chores, or just idk, hanging out so people don’t feel isolated or whatever.
*SO* glad this discussion is happening.
[TW: sexual harassment, rape culture]
I remember when I was 16 I used to volunteer at this nonprofit where sexual harassment of teenage girls was rampant—like, happening every other shift if not every shift—and common knowledge. And while everyone agreed that it was “bad,” the attitude was very much that NO structural changes needed to be made in response to it and that any stress caused by the harassment should just be dealt with through the victim’s “self-care.”
Looking back I’m completely floored. Like, why didn’t anyone make it so that I could opt out of working with older men (who were 99.99% of the perps but only ~40% of the people you were expected to interact with)?? Why didn’t the adults and teenage boys get taught how to support a co-worker who was dealing with a sexual harassment? Why were so many of them allowed to victim-blame or yell at us for our “complicity?” Why didn’t someone tell me how to recognize red flags or that I was allowed to assert boundaries? Why was it a rule that you were being “rude” to someone who crossed small boundaries and that you had to wait for something “big” (like an assault) to happen before the administration would support your decision to disengage? Why was an institutional violence being passed off as my individual problem?
I’m sure there are organizations that use the phrase “self-care” in ways that are legitimate. But mostly—at least on an institutional level—I think that the “self-care paradigm” is about—exactly—it’s about shirking collective responsibility, de-centering issues of oppression, and then putting the onus on the oppressed person to clean up the mess made by the organization as a whole.
All of this.
(via queasyfemmeproblems)
Only focused, perfect practice, leads to improvement.
I could have ridden for years without doing a long trip like I just did, and I wouldn’t have become a better rider without actually putting myself in unfamiliar situations.
Indecisiveness kills.
On my way back, on a detour looking for a gas station, I dropped my motorcycle twice. Both times, I was coming to a stop sign, and hesitated on which way to point my bike because I was indecisive. I’m not saying you should make snap decisions. I AM saying that you should come to a complete and decisive STOP if you don’t know what to do next.
Cities are bereft of life.
I frequently ride with my helmet visor up, because I like the wind in my face. I tried that further away from the city. Once. I got a mouthful of bugs. I have so much bug splatter on my visor. It underscores how sterile and lifeless the air around Boston is.
Little annoyances over time become a big deal.
My helmet squeezes my skull just a little bit (I have a woman’s helmet and my skull has bumps that developed from T. The vibrations from the handlebars made my hands numb. The seat presses against my PC muscles. None of these things are a big deal. But each over the course of several hours made riding unbearable, and made me more reckless and impatient than I should have been.
Preparation and supplies are everything.
I have a motorcycle suit. It was very expensive. But I could not have done the trip without it. The confidence alone that I got from wearing body armor made the ride doable.
Performance enhancing substances have a place.
I fell asleep on the motorcycle twice. Both times, I was OK only after I got coffee. How incredibly dangerous it is to fall asleep on a motorcycle.
Sleep is key for learning.
Before this trip, I had never been on the highway for longer than 30 minutes at a time, and never really in the fast lane. The way down was incredibly nerve-wracking. Going 60 for an extended period of time was enough to freak me out. And though I got better during the trip, it was slow going. One night’s sleep made all the difference. I was comfortable doing 75 on the way back, and by the time I was back in MA, I was doing 80 on average and handling corners at that speed with ease.
The first time you do anything, leave buffer for stress.
Even though I could handle it, the simple fact that it was the first time doing it was so emotionally draining that I had to keep stopping. It’s OK to freak out, because that means you’re pushing yourself, which is good. Stress is required to grow. But leave room for the stress.
I just realized I don’t have any recent photos up. Here’s one of me on my motorcycle. I’ll put a face one up soon but you can definitely see how hormones have changed my face.
I’ve also gained weight either from hormones, antidepressants, or drop in physical activity, or all 3.
One of the best decisions I’ve ever made.
Online dating profiles that say, “I’m into cis men, trans men, and cis women.”
I’m obviously a masochist.
I’m not a lesbian because lesbians don’t want me.
I identify as a spinster.
————— _ — ——- Result ——- — _ —————
You are the Page of Heart.Derse DreamerYour genetic sequence is TA.FDFHDF???? IT MATCHED TO MY ALREADY SELF PICKED TITLE HOLY SHITT????
————— _ — ——- Result ——- — _ —————You are the Mage of Light.Derse DreamerYour genetic sequence is AT.i like this better than my other one————— _ — ——- Result ——- — _ —————You are the Mage of Blood.Derse DreamerYour genetic sequence is GG.Fuck yes I’m okay with this
————— _ — ——- Result ——- — _ —————You are the Prince of Rage.Derse DreamerYour genetic sequence is CC.oh man a prince fuck yesResultYou are the Seer of Breath.Derse DreamerYour genetic sequence is AA.Oh man I wanted to be a Knight but Seers are so cool and also seers of breath sound supercool. I am okay with this.Knights are still the best thing ever though.
————— _ — ——- Result ——- — _ ————— You are the Seer of Life. Derse Dreamer Your genetic sequence is CT.
I already knew that. Like Cassandra. I wonder if I’ll die like her?
I’m just getting fed up and increasingly bitter. Seeing happy lesbian couples makes me furious. I start to snap at my friends when they feed me bullshit about how everything will be OK. I hate that shit.
A day doesn’t pass by without me crying my eyes out.
I can’t engage with any social media. It all reminds me how much the world hates people like me.
I can’t enter queer women’s spaces. Not a moment passes that I don’t feel the truth that I don’t belong, nor the truth that cis women don’t see me as a woman.
My emotional armor is calcifying into hatred and bitterness. The only way I maintain emotional safety is by internalizing the fact that I’m worthless, ugly, and undesirable.