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trash hat update + other recent stuff

i got That Autism where i only enjoy such a small number of Media that like i may actually go an entire year in Media Hibernation where i literally do not buy/watch/consume any like New Media for that whole year. like i literally just wont get into things i dont have a big interest towards

typical

now whenever you say you dont like a band the first thing people will is ask ‘omg did they do something bad?’ no theyre just kinda ass

🎶 Air Hunger - Red

Every day feels like sieging enemy castle with no trebuchet

art for @miranda-ska

inspired by traditional andean art

luna

Inspired by yesterday's mobile ad stream where Mike looked through a folder titled "Too Vile for Vinny."

I really really hate how most art of transfems is just a cis girl with a cock or the most cis passing/adjacent body type ever.

Yeah, girlies like that do exist, but you know what there is so much more of?

Fat transfems, "clocky" transfems, transfems early on in or without hrt, transfems who don't "pass", transfems that don't get rid of or ashamed of their "boyish"/"masculine" features.

Not all transfems look like cis women models or twinks with boobs, please understand

Entre lo mejor de la música fusión latina y el ska latino ❤

Smoke break

I've been doing a lot of very high effort art lately, experimenting with a more "painting-like" style. I think it's time I take a break with some smaller, easier to make drawings that I can finish faster, like this one.

I've been seeing a lot of punk-furry art on this website, which inspired me to make this fox woman.

Definitely will be turning these into patches. hell yeah

Definitely will be turning these into patches. hell yeah

Plop

(via)

⚡ Bob Marley⚡

I fucked up

Somewhat on the vibe of "your glorious revolution doesn't exist," I want to talk to you all, especially the young folks, about effective anarchism.

Spoiler alert, it's not blowing stuff up or arson.

I am considered the most anarchical person of all among my friends. Granted, most of my experience has been wreaking anarchy against the systems present in my high school and college, but the principles are the same.

Practical anarchy is not the big, flashy, romanticizable thing people online make it out to be. It's more about the long haul - digging in your teeth and just being a menace that no one can really get rid of.

Everyone's "Why vote when you can firebomb a Walmart" posts (that they don't follow through on) are just not pratical because this is a surveillance society. With CCTV and DNA testing and cell phone cameras and GPS tracking, if you do something big like that, you are GOING to be caught; then that is the end of your anarchical career. And, keep in mind that you might get caught while you're setting up this big event - it's a crime to blow up a Walmart and also a crime to conspire to blow up a Walmart, so your career in anarchy might end before it begins, and then you are permanently out of the game. No matter what causes you were working for that inspired you to do something big and violent that you thought would get someone's attention, you now can't help at all ever again in your entire life. What you did will be a passing headline on the news, and then everything will go back to exactly what it was because big, acute actions can't compare in effectiveness to small, constant actions (just being a thorn in the side of the system, poking and poking, but unable to be dislodged).

This is just the practical side of it too: think about the risk of hurting innocents if you really advocate for doing things like that. You think blowing up a Walmart would really make a dent in that big of a corporation? But if you intentionally or unintentionally kill a bunch of Walmart shoppers, that's going to devastate families that had nothing to do with whatever your cause is.

So all that big talk about violence and destruction: not practical, not effective, not ethical.

The only way I've started to change oppressive systems around me is by justing chipping away from within the confines of the rules of these systems, and/or only stepping just outside them (never breaking rules in a big way that could have allowed said system to easily and "justifiably" get rid of me).

So if you're going to be an anarchist, you need to consider:

Having the longest career in anarchism possible (i.e. being careful enough and judicious with your actions so that you don't get expelled from the system you wish to fight).

And then for any given anarchical plan:

2. Potential consequences.

3. Insurance.

I'll give you an example. I had serious beef with the culture of my college's science department. Students were constantly overworked, and if they expressed their misery outloud or reached out to any of their professors about their struggles, they got apathetic responses if not direct insults to their abilities or dedication. I had too many similar disparaging interactions with professors in one week, and I realized a lot of the responses I was getting were just the result of professors not really knowing how they sounded when they said certain things to students (ex: If someone says they're struggling with a course, don't IMMEDIATELY respond with "change your major," - you can give that as an option, but if you make it your first suggestion, the implication to the student is that if they're having any trouble with the course, they're not good enough for the program).

So I wrote up a flier of examples of good and bad ways to respond to students having anxiety with explanations and distributed it to every professor in the department. Everyone who knew about this perceived it as a great personal risk - that I would get in some kind of unspecified trouble or piss off an important professor, so before embarking on this project, I considered...

Potential consequences: I couldn't really think of any specific college or department rules I could be violating. People postered and handed out fliers in the department all the time. What I was doing fell pretty clearly under freedom of speech. I just shoved the fliers under professors' doors, so I didn't trespass in anyone's office. Worst I could think is that individual professors would get mad at me and make my life difficult, or I'd simply be told to stop fliering in the department.

Insurance: Just in case there were any consequences that I didn't think of and to insure me against the ones I had thought of, I didn't put my name on the flier. It was typed in Word, something everyone had access to. I came in to do it after professors had all left for the day but before I needed to use my ID to get into the building (no electronic record of me being there). I took the elevator to the first floor offices because the stairs require ID swipe after 5pm, but the elevators do not. I found out the building had no cameras by asking about it on the grounds that something of mine had been stolen a few weeks prior. I shoved the flier under the doors of dark offices and left it outside offices with lights on (so that no one would come out and spot me). And here's one of the most important pieces of insurance: I put up a few of the fliers on public bulletin boards in the building. This was important so that if I slipped up and said something that conveyed that I had knowledge of the content of the flier, I would have an excuse for that, i.e., I read it on the bulletin board before class this morning.

And then I did the thing. And surprisingly, it was incredibly well-received by professors. A few who knew that the flier must have been mine (because of previous, similar anarchical actions rumored to be associated with me) told me that everyone was RELIEVED that they finally had an instruction manual from the student perspective on what the hell they're supposed to say when one of their students is panicking. It sparked a real change in the vibe of the department and student experience. Had it instead pissed people off, I would have simply said I could not claim authorship of the flier but had read it and thought it contained good ideas then gone on creating more anarchy while angry people grasped at the zero straws I had left them to pin the action on me.

That's an example of a single action I took that was part of a much longer (~3 years) campaign of mine to change the culture of my department. Everytime I did something in that campaign, I made that consequences vs. insurance calculation to make sure they couldn't expell me from the program, the department, or the school before I succeeded.

Real lawyer plays Phoenix Wright Ace Attorney

smoke break 💨💕🐱

All of my in person sex work clients and the majority of the phone ones were more respectful and less traumatizing than the average Target shopper was when I worked there through six departments in two years

The one TRULY disrespectful and potentially dangerous irl client I've had doing sex work ended up getting his ass beat and getting booted without a refund. At Target, for an entire year, a child employee (16) was forced to hide in the breakroom any time one specific stalker came in looking for her. Management wouldn't ban him.

Just. Thinking about that sex work clients post. Yes, some of them say horrible things. No worse than any retail or call center customer. Ever.

When the pervy guy calls the hotel reservations line jerking off and moaning, my supervisor had a duty to keep him on the line and keep trying to book him even though he just hung up when he came after making her uncomfortable for 20 minutes. Phone sex averages $2/minute and you can hang up on anyone for any reason, they might just get a refund.

Why are sex work customers and clients seen as the inherent slimebags? When they're the ones exercising an understanding of consensual exchange of money and services within specific limitations. Not the multiple people who reached over my register to touch me when I was 18. Or the woman who told me I was everything wrong with the world and I should die bc we were out of soft pretzels when i was also 18. Nobody's ever said soulcrushing shit like that to me as a sex worker lmao, "ugly fat whore" is just facts

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, to listen to doctors and get my flu vaccine and any shots i could because they remembered Before.

then they started fighting Covid precautions.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that the ozone was disappearing and the earth was dying and we needed to recycle and save the planet.

now my parents think climate change is a myth.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that racism was a plague, that we had to love and accept everyone, that we should never judge before walking a mile in their shoes.

then they told me that protesting for my Black siblings was wrong.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that we needed to give to the poor. working at soup kitchens. making quilts. collecting food and money and supplies. building houses. because it was the christian and just plain right thing to do.

now they look at me, on food stamps with their grandchildren, and lament the "welfare state".

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, that it was easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than a rich man to enter the Kingdom of Heaven and that any rich man, especially an immoral one, should never run our country.

you can guess who they voted for.

i remember adults telling me, as a kid, so very much.

when did they forget?