Starting To Really Think That The Concept Of Being A "singlet" Or "not Plural" Is Some Sort Of Imperial

drew over something i wrote for a class and liked :] sorry the cars are lowkey ugly, its because I fucking hate cars and cant be bothered to learn what they look like beyond ominous hunks of metal

edit: transcript of the poem by itself under the cut

6 Tips for Crossing the Road

Look both ways

The road is for cars. 

Make sure to look for them before crossing. Even when you have the right of way, cars have a lot of safety features and you have none. 

Use designated crosswalks 

The road is for cars. 

So is the crosswalk but, under brief and temporary conditions, you can use it too! Never jaywalk, never walk in the road, just hope there is a clear and functional sidewalk. 

Cross at the light

The road is for cars. 

There are rules and signs for them, but that can only go so far. Walk quickly and hold your breath and hope that the light doesn't turn. Make eye contact with drivers as their cars teem with potential energy, rumbling with disdain at the inconvenience of your crossing. Try to ignore the cloud of exhaust that you are in and they are above. 

Leash your pets

The road is for cars. 

Obviously. 

To you, it may be natural to sacrifice so much space to them but to your dog, it is not. His instinct is to explore freely. You must curb it. Modern US car models have such high hoods that the average child, let alone dog, is obscured. Even on the sidewalk, hold the leash tight because the sidewalk (if you are so blessed) is next to the street and the threat still looms.

Look out for road kill

The road is for cars. 

And no one was there to leash the deer. 

Or the raccoon. 

Or the cat. 

Did you know that the most reliable sample method for wildlife in an area is looking at the roadkill? 

Remember these tips

The road is for cars. 

Cars are everywhere. In the city. In the suburbs. In the country. In the woods (the US Forest Service manages more roads than the entire Ministry of Transit in China.) Cars are everywhere because there are roads to bring them there, which is great if you are a car and want to get from place to place fast without worrying about the in-between. 

Unfortunately, you are not a car. 

You are an animal. 

You are in-between. 

So remember to look both ways. 

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go my isopods!!

[“The social function performed by establishing what is clean and what is dirty has everything to do with shame and power; if people believed that while they are responsible for their actions, their feelings and fantasies are nothing to be ashamed of, they would be more difficult to control. It benefits the system of white supremacy for society to have a shared belief of what kind of person is civilized by their nature. It benefits the system of the patriarchy for society to have a shared belief of which ideas are pure and which feelings are perverted. It benefits the system of cis-heteronormativity for society to have a shared belief of what bodies make appropriate families, and what those families shouldn’t be doing in both public and private spaces. And all of these beliefs are perpetuated through the bluntest tools of repression, oppression, and policing, along with the threat of violence and ostracism as punishment for transgressing.

The entire premise of this book is predicated on the why. But ultimately, the answer to anything you could place in the That space of Why Are People Into That? is: Why not? This is the dialectic of desire: it’s worth asking and investigating why people are into that, and, at the same time, it doesn’t matter why people are into that. You don’t owe anyone an explanation of why you’re into that. However, on a very practical level, you can fight the ideas, internal and external, that tell you what you like makes you sick by exploring and discussing and experimenting with your why. Your why might help you to get what you want.

Sex is so overwhelming that we often grasp for prescriptive unyielding advice, but the stakes of pleasure are too high for us to allow ourselves to be fooled by reductivism. Desire, if you’ll forgive me, is slippery. It’s squishy. Like toes pressed against glass, it doesn’t hold a form. We should never expect that it should.

You might like feet because of being bullied as a child or because of a low-to-the-ground glimpse you caught of something that was supposed to be adult and private. You might have had a surge of hormones watching a sexy celebrity’s toes when you were sneaking a peek at an R-rated movie. You might like to torture feet, or huff them, or use them to put someone in their place. You might get off adorning them in expensive spa treatments and designer stilettos or squashing them into mud. You might emphasize their femininity, or masculinity, or androgyny. You might love them because they’re disgusting, because they’re beautiful, because you can use them to control, because they’re aspirational, because they’re what you were denied or what you were permitted. Your fear of being judged for being a foot perv may have calcified into an entire identity. Whatever the reason, if we think of the fetishist as a connoisseur driven to connect with other connoisseurs, we are better set up to explore the why while indulging in pleasures of our own and remaining open to the mysteries of desire. Understanding the fetishist as a tastemaker makes us more empathetic to lovers whose taste differs from our own. This can help us to compassionately see sex in everything, and to see everything in sex.”]

tina horn, from why are people into that? a cultural investigation of kink, 2024

Jk… unless…?? 😳😳😳

transforming the state of a substance and therefore transforming the state of the soul (l’état d’âme)

beeswax, India ink, watercolor on paper. 65x50 cm

THESE ARE MIRACULOUS WTF ?? x)

got reminded of the huge boobs lactation themed incense holders again

there's at least 3...

im telling you… theres something wrong with that little girl, and i dont just mean that shes autistic

this is proof against intelligent design 👍

bodies should have crash logs. why the fuck did that just happen.

the library of babel contains every post. and her? the librarian

all possible posts are known to me