Bjork in a giant hat

It's HAT day on the Bjork posting

Likewise submission. Can't have dominance without submission. The coward has a position in patriarchy as the loyal toady of the bully

Affection is permitted but again its display is channelled to patriarchy's ends: one can have affection for teammates and coworkers, provided the job is dangerous

The argument being made was that's only the simplified version of something more complex: patriarchy permits vulnerability, fear, and affection but only on its terms.

Patriarchy excuses men displaying fear in certain circumstances, like when a trans woman's hitting on him or his wife might leave

I am monitoring the situation. YouTube video by Kai Lentit

This couldn't be me. I'm not that smart

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Trying to remember who wrote an essay that said that men aren't taught to suppress their feelings, they have a full range of emotions, they're just only allowed to express them through patriarchy

Patriarchy fucks men up like the Amigara Fault

it probably feels so good to do something with your life

You will have it and you will get it from me

I made it to "the fat prince stood undulating in insurmountable fear" at the end of Chapter 2 before cracking up. Pretty good performance as these things go. I don't think I would have made it that far in My Immortal.

Garlic cloves and bread from a fresco originally from Herculaneum and now at the National Archaeological Museum of Naples (MANN), Italy. Photo by Sophie Hay

Happy National Garlic 🧄 Day! Greeks & Romans loved garlic—but Mesopotamians loved it 1000s of years before them. The Greek ἄγλις (Latin alium) is an Akkadian loan word. At Pompeii, there was even a garlic seller (aliarii) workshop ( 📸 by @pompei79.bsky.social): pompeiiinpictures.com/pompeiiinpic...

What things? I mean I'm not gonna do them but I still wanna know

"she stated bustily"

???

"unexplored lands beyond the crest of a bleeding horizon" okay I can pay that

Crushing prudence to the sward

They really should go by the cat's SIN number or something

If only one guard or mercenary had a crossbow, this would be so much shorter

A moment of carlessness

An electronic accordion has made an appearance

Oh god she's doing the voices

The weather beaten trail wound ahead into the dust racked climes of the baren land which dominates large portions of the Norgolian empire. Age worn hoof prints smothered by the sifting sands of time shone dully against the dust splattered crust of earth. The tireless sun cast its parching rays of incandescense from overhead, half way through its daily revolution. Small rodents scampered about, occupying themselves in the daily accomplishments of their dismal lives. Dust sprayed over three heaving mounts in blinding clouds, while they bore the burdonsome cargoes of their struggling overseers. "Prepare to embrace your creators in the stygian haunts of hell, barbarian", gasped the first soldier. "Only after you have kissed the fleeting stead of death, wretch!" returned Grignr. A sweeping blade of flashing steel riveted from the massive barbarians hide enameled shield as his rippling right arm thrust forth, sending a steel shod blade to the hilt into the soldiers vital organs. The disemboweled mercenary crumpled from his saddle and sank to the clouded sward, sprinkling the parched dust with crimson droplets of escaping life fluid. The enthused barbarian swilveled about, his shock of fiery red hair tossing robustly in the humid air currents as he faced the attack of the defeated soldier's fellow in arms. "Damn you, barbarian" Shrieked the soldier as he observed his comrade in death. A gleaming scimitar smote a heavy blow against the renegade's spiked helmet, bringing a heavy cloud over the Ecordian's misting brain. Shaking off the effects of the pounding blow to his head, Grignr brought down his scarlet streaked edge against the soldier's crudely forged hauberk, clanging harmlessly to the left side of his opponent. The soldier's stead whinnied as he directed the horse...<Eye of Argon continues>

Marcy: So would you mind if I did some voice practice
Devin: I'd be honoured
M: <starts reading>
D: Fuuuuuuuuu

Ditto SFF writers. I know IPA is intimidating but it's nice to know whether your names are pronounced with a trilled R or a flapped R!

love to all cisgender people of the world, i hope that you all continue to find comfort in the sex assigned to you at birth

my rat OC Puff carries a transgender flag in their mouth as they run forward, smiling. text reads, "if you're transgender you have to live"

if you're transgender you have to live. if you accomplish something else then good. if you accomplish nothing else then good. but you have to live

#rats #art #trans

Meanwhile, virtually every Canadian governmental official (with the exception of our privacy commissioner) is not only not questioning the legality of X becoming the largest CSAM and non-consensual porn site on the internet, they continue to support the site by posting there.

Everything reminds me of her

painting finger opening a book

Fingers buried deep in book pages

another painting of fingers deep in book pages

Jen Mazza, Books and Fingers.

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I can think of a few family dinners where I wish I'd saved the conversation, but I suspect they'd primarily be of interest to my therapist and maybe people who slow down to gawk at traffic accidents

*pro rates

There's a couple of stories I can probably put together without a complete rewrite, hmm

I did have a story published - probably rates even - but I don't think it was very good.

I have a terrible habit of almost but not quite finishing stuff. The longer it goes on the more I change, and the more work I pour into it.

it would be useful for almost everyone to learn the word "innenpolitik"