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writer, poet, researcher, poly kinky LGBTQ* atheist Jewish activist workin' to repair the world.

Fan of: Doctor Who, Octavia Butler, Lord of the Rings, Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, Captain Awkward, Tamora Pierce, and many, many more.

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I'm currently on hiatus from all RPing, but the Terre d'Ange Roleplay Boards are super rad! Send me asks for more information, or just come and join them!

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I'm a GENDER scout!

 

Anonymous asked
the dawn room is not working for my computer. do i need a web cam

Answered this in this post just now! Sorry for not seeing this six months ago. :(

"Assigned Sex" Trailer: The Cost of Being Transgender In America

Content Note: trailer includes close-ups of hormone injection, mentions of suicide

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OK BUT ACTUALLY WHAT THE FUCK IS THE POINT OF BEING AN ASSHOLE TO PEOPLE ON THE INTERNET? LIKE WTF DID PEOPLE EVER DO TO YOU THAT YOU NEED TO GO ON THEIR BLOGS & SAY SHIT

DO YOU NOT HAVE ANYTHING BETTER TO DO WITH YOUR LIFE

GO PLANT A FUCKING GARDEN

VOLUNTEER IN A MOTHERFUCKIN FOOD PANTRY

GO DONATE YOUR TIME TO A FUCKIN NURSING HOME

TAKE TAE KWAN DO

FUCK

Anonymous asked
do you need a web cam gor the dawn room to work?

Hey anon, sorry I didn’t see this post! I kinda forgot my askbox exists for a while. My bad!

I didn’t need a webcam to get the dawn room to work. It was just text. You might need to check if your flash is updated. If you’re having problems with the site, I’d message the site manager/creator (who is not me!) & they can troubleshoot it for you

Anonymous asked
Surprise, beautiful person! Once you get this, you must put it into at least 8 people’s asks (anonymously) who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing bad will happen, but it is nice to know that someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. Help spread Anon love, not hate.

Holy crap I completely forgot about my askbox and there’s like five new things omfg!

Sorry for not seeing this three months ago, anon! Thanks so much for your kindness. <3

Erin Mackeown - Queen of Quiet

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pervocracy:

stuffman:

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People have written a lot of touchy-feely pieces on this subject but I thought I’d get right to the heart of the matter

This is 1000% more motivating than every preachy “real writers write every day” post on all of Tumblr.

this is the most accurate

“There are 100,000 total marijuana smokers in the US, and most are Negroes, Hispanics, Filipinos and entertainers. Their Satanic music, jazz and swing, result from marijuana usage. This marijuana causes white women to seek sexual relations with Negroes, entertainers and any others.”

“Reefer makes darkies think they’re as good as white men.”

“…the primary reason to outlaw marijuana is its effect on the degenerate races.”

“Marijuana is the most violence-causing drug in the history of mankind.”

Henry Anslinger, first Commissioner of the Federal Bureau of Narcotics and chief proponent of marijuana prohibition. (via lost-and-searching-in-america)

oh yes… the War on Drugs started out of racism— the U.S government banned opium in order to get rid of Chinese immigrant workers in the United States. The drug war has always been based on racism and pure hatred for people of color. To this day, the War on Drugs is still very much a war on POC communities.

(via deafmuslimpunx)

Let’s not forget this.

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lovablechaos:

haveahiddles:

nottheleastbrave:

BUT THE ACTING HERE. BECAUSE HE’S DIGORY. AND HE BUILT THAT WARDROBE. WITH THE WOOD FROM THE TREE HE PLANTED. AND SO HE KNOWS IT’S NARNIA. HE’S WAITED HIS WHOLE LIFE, AND HE’S PROBABLY GIVEN UP AND SHOVED THAT HOPE AWAY IN THE BACK OF HIS MIND AND SUDDENLY THESE FOUR CHILDREN SHOW UP AND THEY FIND IT. 

Fun fact: CS Lewis based the professor on JRR Tolkien. Tolkien in turn based Treebeard on CS Lewis.

that is a very fun fact yes 

ahhh yessss.

(Source: darvll)

transhumanisticpanspermia:

i have limited sympathy for people who get told “no” after a public proposal because public proposals are pretty much emotionally abusive

like seriously

if you think it’s kinda cute, you can discuss it beforehand and then do a staged one later

but putting someone on the spot in front of a crowd of strangers (or worse, friends) and demanding they give you a yes or no answer to a complex question which will affect the rest of their life is

really not okay

MY FEELING EVERY TIME I SEE ONE OF THOSE THINGS. ALSO, FUCK YOU, JOHNNY CASH. 


NOPE NOPE NOPE.

Christina Rad shoots down the annoying idea that “Elliot Rodger was a madman” and that’s why he killed people. And she does it really freakin’ well.

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Trigger warning: anti-choice harassment

Brittany, 28, Colorado

I was 21 when a routine physical showed that I was pregnant. I fainted when I found out. I was on the Depo-Provera shot and in a committed relationship. I was also going to college, working full time and decided to end the pregnancy. I wasn’t ready physically, emotionally or financially to be a parent. I spoke to a woman at the clinic who asked if I needed an escort from my car on the day of my appointment. My aunt and best friend were accompanying me, so I said no. But then she told me to call if I was having trouble. I asked, “Why?” She paused and said, “Just please call if you are having any issues.”

I was the first appointment that day and noticed a few men, all in their 50s or 60s, milling around the parking lot when we pulled in. Once we got out of the car, one made a beeline for us with a fistful of pamphlets. My aunt said, “Thanks, but no thanks,” and he got irate, screaming, “How can you do this? You’re killing your baby to continue on your whore lifestyle, you jezebel!’ Suddenly we were surrounded by five other men — that’s when the baby-doll parts starting hitting us.

They had a box filled with torn apart baby dolls covered with red paint. All three of us were hit — in the head, chest, torso. As they were pelting us, they yelled, “This is what you’re doing to your baby! Look at the street! It’s strewn with the blood of your baby. That’s your baby scattered across the street!” It was surreal and terrifying at once. And we still had to cross a wide street to enter the clinic. Then they shouted at my aunt, “Grandma, why are you letting her do this? Tell her to give her baby up for adoption!” My aunt responded, “First of all, I’m not old enough to be a grandma. Second, come talk to me when you have a uterus and a vagina.”

I thought I’d feel better once inside the clinic. But as I sat in the waiting area, I could hear every single girl get out of her car and do that walk of shame. That was the worst part of the day. When the doctor pulled up later that morning, there was such a frenzy the building almost shook. I heard them shouting, “Murderer!” and “Butcher!” and my heart started racing all over again.

I was the first to see the doctor. After he went over the procedure with me, he asked, “Do you have any questions?” I said, “Are they going to be there when I leave? — not, “Is there any pain?” or “How long will it take to recover?” He said, “No. After I arrive, they disperse.” That was true, and I was grateful. I would have stayed until they left. I couldn’t go through that again.

But there was one good thing the protesters did that morning: They convinced me I was making the right decision. I bet every single woman inside that waiting room felt the same way, even though none of us spoke. We’d all just been through the most heinous experience, but there was a feeling of quiet satisfaction among this group of women amidst the horror. I thought, “If I can make it through that, I can make it through the rest of this day.”