"Sin" Is An Idea Grounded In False 'Might Makes Right' Thinking.

"Sin" is an idea grounded in false 'Might Makes Right' thinking.

"My god (one of at least 3,000 other imaginary 'gods' the human race has dreamed up, all with their own particular set of arbitrary made-up rules and lore 😳) says it's wrong to love someone of your same gender, so you have to do what he says and stop it!!!!!"

Complaining about something harmless like a man kissing another man; has no equivalency to the very actual and REAL concerns the populations of this world struggle with: the active harm being caused by the conservative championing of pollution, greedflation, tampering with education, denying free medical care to people, and taking people's rights away from them.

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bros yall probably already know what i’m about to say but i’ll say it anyway just in case

learn to sew, the joys of sewing are never ending. I sewed a witch hat last month, this week i turned some old pants into shorts, if my favorite socks and tshirts get ripped i can stitch them back together, i made a mouse plushie from an old airline blanket.

you can do a lot of things by hand sewing, albeit slower. but there are more basic cheaper machines too. if you don’t want to invest in a machine sometimes there are public places where you can use the machines. I did most of my sewing at my university campus library, some public libraries have machines too. but if none is available remember you can fix stuff by hand (i learned hand sewing solely so i can repeatedly fix my favorite socks, and it’s doable)

so yeah learn sewing, it’s a good skill

criminal profiling is just astrology for cops

Hocus Pocus

There was a brief moment when the sun was only a spark.

Before that, it was only dust gathering upon shivering dust tramping through the long, concentric paths of dirt and silence

I do not have words for how lonely those eons must have been: adrift, seeing in the distances great gatherings of beautiful light; admiring, but knowing itself to be only dust, only dirt

Yet

when all the fragments were found

when all that it was was at last drawn together and fused, becoming as fire itself--

What was that joy like? To become Light, Warmth, and Passion

To all at once Burst

like a flower in a hurry

What was it like to change in an instant from "nothing" into Something; Something tangible and beautiful and alive?

But I think the sun had to believe, at least, for one second just before that moment--

despite the great cold and lonely dark--

That it could be Something…

It's a hell of a trick