Friendly reminder, prompted by a post that I agree with but that doesn’t completely fit with this blog: while my cardiophilia is predominantly not sexual, I do not want to have minors as followers. Stay away until you’re of age, please. If you don’t and I find out, you’ll be blocked. Hai capito?
shout the fuck out to bald girls btw. let it be known that i will show the fuck up for bald/balding girls any hour of the day, any day of the week, any week of the year. you could call me up at 3 in the morning and tell me that you happened upon some receding hairline queens who need hyping up and i would tell you i’ll be there in five. i love you bald girls
to clarify for some who asked: i’m talking ALL bald/balding girls, regardless of the cause of hair loss. alopecia, chemo treatment, trichotillomania, hormones (looking at you, trans girlies!!!), or even if you’ve shaved your head yourself, all of you deserve to be hyped up and to be reminded that you look fucking amazing and you are 1000 times stronger and swaggier than anyone who isn’t willing to let go of beauty standards to see how brilliantly you shine. to take it again: I LOVE YOU BALD GIRLS
There’s a cinematic equivalent of “this meeting could have been an email” where you get about two hours into a feature-length blockbuster and it occurs to you that this would have lost nothing meaningful if it had been a ten-minute short film on YouTube.
I think that short films get even less respect than animated films (and short stories get less respect than novels).
Which is a shame, because short form media are skillful, demanding craft.
And the world is a better place when a wide variety of art and craft are easily accessible.
The one that broke me was “you have one more meaningless conversation with them.”
My mother died a year and a half ago after a long, slow physical and mental decline. And because of the pandemic, I lost so much of the time I could have had with her while she still knew who I was. The grief caused by her illness and her death has been so much more difficult to cope with because of the extra heartbreak caused by the more draconian pandemic restrictions that were maintained for so long during the last two years of her life.
So, yeah. I would choose one more meaningless conversation with my mother. Preferably before the dementia took hold—but let’s face it, if she could even be just semi-lucid, like she was in early March 2020, I would still be kind of overwhelmed to be able to talk with her just one more time.
I know this audience skews young, so I wanna tell y'all something. Listen.
If it hasn’t already, there’ll come a day in your late teens or early 20s when you get disillusioned and relieved of a whole bunch of childhood notions at once, when you take a good look around at the life you’re in or seem to be walking into and you ask yourself, “Is this it? Is this everything life is going to be? Am I really supposed to devote my life to making money for someone else day after day and year after year, with two days a week and one week a year left over to live, until I die? This is a helot’s stake. This is the wrong side of the line between libertas and servitas. How can this be it?”
And when that happens, I want you to remember that you’re right. It is bullshit, and it is a misery, and it doesn’t have to continue. People are gonna tell you you’re wrong, they’re gonna say shit like “That’s just how life is, kid, so grow up,” and I want you to remember that those people deserve equal measures of pity and contempt.
If this makes you angry, that’s good. It ought to.
And once you’re good and angry, you can read up on this cool thing we got called a union.
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idk who needs to hear this but if someone is religious, it is their business. you aren’t funny or edgy for expressing your hatred for all religions on earth (which i doubt anyway, because i dont think you know all roughly 4000 religions on earth). if you have your own gripes with it, that’s fine. whatever. but also don’t generalize, and don’t make it anyone else’s problem. i do not care what religion it is. just keep your lovely mouth shut.
also. this goes doubly for white people. respect other people’s religious practices. even if it inconveniences you. even if it’s in public. even if it seems weird or trivial to you. understand that we as humans do not exist in a bubble and no one has to adhere to your ideals.
and another thing. i know its scary. but maybe try to learn about religions? have a. i don’t know. open mind. and also. you arent entitled to knowing anyone else’s religious practices. such questions are seen by us polite folk to be quite invasive, actually :)
also stop saying “religion” when you mean “very specific conservative subsets of Christianity”
other religions can have issues, but they’re not all the Westboro Baptist Church
its so sad that radfem just means transphobe and not like. this
I have to double-check every blog name with “rad” or “radical”, and I HATE IT, because rad/radical were some of my favorite words! people who don’t respect trans men/women aren’t radical, they’re tragical!!!
YOU ARE SO RIGHT HOMIE we gotta reclaim rad and radical as phrases only trans people can use forever now
“crochet can’t be made by machines” went from being a cool fun fact to being a call to action of “so if you see mass manufactured crochet in Target, that was made by a person and they were underpaid and you should boycott it” which is true, it was made by a person, but EVERY item of clothing you own (that you did not purchase from a company using ethical labor) was made by a person being underpaid (at *best*.)
Sewing machines are operated by *people*. Knitting machines are operated by *people*. Yes lots of the process is automated but you cannot tell a machine “make me a t-shirt” or “make me a knit cardigan”.
Higher awareness of fast fashion, and the true human labor and abuse behind it, is GREAT, but let’s not pretend that the crochet hat in target is THE problem. Every article of clothing in target is the problem. “All clothes are made by people” is the jumping off point here into understanding this issue it’s not just crochet it’s the whole thing ahhhhHHHHHHHHHH
Call me Desdemona. 41, bisexual, Canadian, long-time lover of the sound of heartbeats, writer, teacher, and musician. Oh, and while this *is* a cardiophile blog, other things show up here on a regular basis as well. TERFs, exclusionists, and miscellaneous jerks who want to take me to task for using the word “queer” to describe myself and others who have claimed it will be lectured. And then probably blocked.
Blog colour now orange for the foreseeable future because Every Child Matters.
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