I am a Social Justice Witch who goes by xe and xir pronouns, a technopagan devoted to Hermes and Hestia, and a fat black dfab femme. I am everything Tea Partiers fear, and one day, I will be president of the United States. Look forward to my reign of terror.
This is a multi-fandom blog that ain't got time for racism, sexism, ableism or shaming people for their body, religion, who they have sex with, or how much they have sex, and if you think reverse racism, heterophobia, allyphobia, or MRAs are things I should care about, you want to fuck RIGHT the hell off, because you have stumbled upon the WRONG blog, friend.
Feel free to chat me up on the reblog, send me some asks, or ask me to tag anything problematic for you. I don't bite. Much.
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YOU CANT CHANGE THE VOLUME OF THE VOICE IN YOUR HEAD
FUCKING TRY I DARE YOU
ITS IMPOSSIBLE AND ITS REALLY FUCKING WITH MY MIND SOMEONE HUG ME
I CAN MAKE IT SCREAM WITHOUT GETTING LOUDER
H E L P
Holy shit whispering is the same volume as shouting as loud as I can
what do men want? it’s sausage. so much sausage. tons of sausage. They want their chapped. Burly lips wrapped around a length of greasy sausage as it runs over their tongues, probes, and then gently slides down the back of their throats
IS MANCAVE INUENDO BECAUSE IF ITS WASN’T IT IS NOW
AWW YEAH WANNA JAM THAT FAT BRAT IN MY MAAN CAAAAVE
i hope you wake up on christmas morning happy and i hope you are warm and i hope you had good dreams. i hope you get nice gifts and i hope you have hot chocolate. i hope snowflakes stick to your eyelashes and i hope you make the most beautiful snow angel. i hope that even though i will not be curled up with you on christmas morning that you are comfy and cozy and i hope you have a wonderful christmas
You know what I would like to see? A portrayal of an autistic person as religious. Maybe even has their religion as their special interest, so they can name all the saints or have memorized the Quran or something. Basically, why are all the cishet white boy TV autistics cishet white boy atheist autistics?
I think it’s because of the insistence that these cishet white boy autistics have to be ~logical.~ that’s why they’re always good at math or science, never reading or writing or art. because the allistic people writing them can’t wrap their heads around the fact that autism isn’t monolithic, or that intelligent people can have religion without sacrificing their intelligence.
Yeah, that last question was mostly rhetorical. But you raise very good points.
This I find really interesting, because one of the first blogs I ever had featured anywhere where I talked about autism was on TheCaffeinatedAutistic where I talked about what it was like to grow up autistic in a church environment. And it was featured on ThAutcast, and that was amazing, but soooooo many of the comments were all “I thought that autistic people CAN’T believe in anything”? And that pissed me off so much, because it basically invalidated my entire belief system and made me question my diagnosis and siiiiiiiigh.
But yes, I would love to see an autistic character portrayed as religious.
Print with Watercolor on Paper, 27.7 x 23.7 cm.
Royal Collection Trust, UK.
A hand-coloured print of a drunken party taking place in a kitchen where four couples of domestic servants frolic with each other. In the centre of the print, a footman holds up a maid to kiss her underneath a bunch of mistletoe hanging from the ceiling. Another couple lie on the floor kissing in front of the hearth. A punch bowl and glasses are in the right of the foreground.
Inscribed in the plate: Pubd Nov 30 1804 by T Rowlandson N 1 James Street Adelphi / Rowlandson 1804
let’s stop making jokes about girls and start making jokes about white boys
here i’ll start
*white boy voice* chill out man it was just a joke
[walks into class 10 minutes late with a can of Monster] sorry I’m late I got frontpage on Reddit
[wipes cheeto dust off onto cargo shorts] so if you support gender equality does that mean it’s ok to hit women now?
[arrives in the winter with shorts and flip-flops] reverse racism is just as bad as being in the KKK
[pauses Macklemore song] why aren’t there scholarships for white men
[adjusts fedora, pausing my little pony episode] women use sex against men because it’s the only asset they have
[mangling of asian language] whatever dude it’s not racist if I don’t mean to be racist
In 2002, having spent more than three years in one residence for the first time in my life, I got called for jury duty. I show up on time, ready to serve. When we get to the voir dire, the lawyer says to me, “I see you’re an astrophysicist. What’s that?” I answer, “Astrophysics is the laws of physics, applied to the universe—the Big Bang, black holes, that sort of thing.” Then he asks, “What do you teach at Princeton?” and I say, “I teach a class on the evaluation of evidence and the relative unreliability of eyewitness testimony.” Five minutes later, I’m on the street.
A few years later, jury duty again. The judge states that the defendant is charged with possession of 1,700 milligrams of cocaine. It was found on his body, he was arrested, and he is now on trial. This time, after the Q&A is over, the judge asks us whether there are any questions we’d like to ask the court, and I say, “Yes, Your Honor. Why did you say he was in possession of 1,700 milligrams of cocaine? That equals 1.7 grams. The ‘thousand’ cancels with the ‘milli-’ and you get 1.7 grams, which is less than the weight of a dime.” Again I’m out on the street.