Why Are Conservatives Determined To Threaten Me With A Good Time?

Why are conservatives determined to threaten me with a good time?

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Having terminology to describe yourself and your experiences can be a profound relief after a lifetime of feeling broken and invisible.

I say this as someone who collects underused labels! I'm an ace bi/demiromantic enby, for crying out loud.

However, there is an infuriatingly common impulse to restrict queer labels to one very SPECIFIC meaning and not allow room for interpretation. Which, as an enby for whom a lot of queer labels don't make sense, is. Just. REAL. FRUSTRATING.

Just now, I forced myself to walk by a post defining biromantic as "attraction to two specific genders", which is NOT what I mean when I say it. I call myself bi because I'm attracted to a group of related genders that definitely excludes A LOT of other genders. To whit, I'm attracted to men, trans mascs, and the occasional stone butch with incredible biceps. There's a lot of wibbly wobbly gender wender in my zone of attraction that defies specificity.

And honestly, as a bi enby, that's one of the reasons I gravitate toward bi as a label. Not everyone means the same thing when they use it, and that's FINE.

I don't want or need another microlabel meaning attraction to men, trans mascs, and the occasional stone butch with incredible biceps. I don't need another word that conveys "attracted to some genders but definitely not all of them". Bi is a perfectly good word with lots of different usages, and that's FINE. We don't need to invent unique words for every single permutation of adult sexuality and gender attraction combos.

Oh. This is lovely.

Daily reminder that we do not actually live in a dystopian movie put the apocalypse down and back away slowly. You know when your cleaning a room and you pull everything out of it's draws to sort through it and you're like "what the fuck have I done I'm never going to be able to tidy all of this" I think that's the stage we're at in the world. Thanks to social media we've pulled out all the messed up shit from the cupboards of the world, it was always there but now we can see it and we're going to have to sort it all out we made this mess and we can fix it. Falling to the floor sobbing will not clean a crusty room. A group of people working systematically (preferably with music in the background) will.

i took elvish in school and i fucking hated it. the teacher was like 700 years old and he'd like take us on field trips to sit on the banks of babbling brooks and watch the fall of sunlight through the leaves. my friends in spanish class were like conjugating verbs and shit and meanwhile i was in an old-growth forest being overcome with awe at the sight of a majestic stag. like uhh yeah mr autumnheart when are we gonna learn like any grammar "listen to the murmur of the wind in the treetops, and you shall find the grammar you seek" like fuck dude your pedagogy leaves much to be desired

Today's pitch for Greater Boston podcast:

Have you ever wondered how a line of a subway system could be turned into a city? Have you ever thought about how housing, politics, or business might work in a city comprised of train cars?

Would you like a character to posthumously win your heart through the medium of Google Calendar entries?

Have you ever wanted a reason to google weird details about Boston and be surprised at what's actually based in truth?

Are you interested in ghosts, pneumatic tubes, or cheese robots? What about guinea pigs, squeezy stress balls, or mysterious plane hijacker D. B. Cooper?

Would you like to learn how a character's complex emotional journey can be represented through the careers of Ben Affleck and Matt Damon?

Does the idea of narrator shenanigans appeal to you?

Would you like to feel genuine complicated emotions about a man whose first name is Dipshit?

Do you want to learn about obscure and sometimes gross forms of divination?

Have you ever thought that more kidnapping scenes ought to contain a debate about the plural of hippopotamus?

Do you want to find out why I have learned the numbers 1 through 12 in alphabetical order?

Would you like to listen to a show in which so many wild things happen that the discovery of Atlantis is a relatively minor plot point?

Do you want to be proved wrong every time you think that the show has reached its limit in the number of characters it can make you care deeply about?

Would you like to cry whilst listening to a profound long-awaited conversation that takes place on a cheese rollercoaster?

Would you like to experience all of this in a show that also manages to sensitively explore political corruption, economic and racial injustice, mental health, and the importance of community?

If the answer to any of these questions is yes, you should listen to Greater Boston.

I made an Angel Generator last night! I'm currently working on a better one (and an eventual demon generator tbh) but I thought it'd be fun to share the old version! And also that I'd get a kick out of seeing peoples' interpretations of their angels.

It assigns a body type, size and what its skin is made out of, among other things. Also (somewhat) custom palettes! I picked every fucking shade myself and painstakingly pasted their hexcodes into this thang. Enjoy!