Do or Die

Graduating college feels bittersweet. Bitter because I know I did not want to go to college, and have struggled with feeling across the 4 years I spent going. But sweet, because despite that, I did find some silver linings. I really did grow up quite a bit over the years, and I’m grateful for it most of the time. Each year posed a unique challenge. Freshman year, I came out to my family, moved to Vermont, switched from majoring in neuroscience to theater, had a serious mental breakdown, spent Christmas and New Years Eve in the mental hospital - which if it isn’t clear, is a horrible place to be, my god, only got out of there because I decided I was going to go on a bender and either die or figure out how to live, gave myself a lot of tattoos, moved back home, got pressured by my family to stop medical transition, transferred to community college, got more involved in ceramics, worked as an overnight janitor and went to class after my shift was over (another version of hell), ate a ton of cracker barrel biscuits out of the garbage and drank a lot more cheap booze than I care to admit, went to the rainbow gathering, got (more) addicted to drugs in Colorado, tried to walk on the beach from the boarder of washington to california, got about halfway and hurt my knee, fell in love with a communist in Oregon, started riding my bike religiously, tried to get sober, played guitar a lot, changed my major from theater to the individual concentration program, got to do a NOLS course for almost free with my americorp award, got top surgery, moved into an apartment with 4 (then 7) other people, took a 1 credit permaculture class and felt really good at school for the first time ever, tried to invest really hard in school by joining the Community Scholars Program (and left a year later), walked around at night a LOT, realized that my friends might actually be insane, started working at Prospect Meadows Farm, got back on hormones, worked the summer as a conservation crew leader and learned possibly too much about people/teenagers, got seriously sober, moved in with my partner after realizing i was definitely homeless, really enjoyed my “final semester”, declared a second major in sustainable food and farming which meant sticking around for the spring semester, got halfway through the semester before the pandemic exploded in the U.S., moved back home, started online classes, spent most of my time gardening and building stuff, and somehow ended up on track to graduate. I probably missed a lot of things, but this stuff stand out to me. so yeah, it was a lot.

cauldroncreations:

lets say, hypothetically, im a cat. a kitty cat. and for the sake of debate, lets say i dance dance dance.

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1/14/20

I might actually be okay. If not now then soon.

futureevilscientist:

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alwayswasalwayswillbeourland:

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antivoltron:

this may be a hard pill to swallow for some people but like. 90% of the fires in australia wouldn’t be happening right now if people had just fucking listened to indigenous peoples

literally just. give us our FULL sovereignty back over these areas half of them aren’t even inhabited and almost none of them have ANY cultural significance to white australia (not that that should even matter cause it’s. aboriginal land and it always will be but whatever). give us control over them and shit like this won’t happen and our communities will heal.

Is OP implying the fires are the result of some kind of Aboriginal curse or something? Is the continent itself breaking out in fever in an attempt to cleanse itself of white people? Do the Aboriginals have some effective anti-wildfire strategy that the white people are too arrogant to listen to?

we had landcare practices to prevent shit like this. we’d burn the forest litter/hazardously flammable stuff in the cooler months to prevent massive forest fires happening. when our lands were invaded we could no longer implement these practices and now the leaf litter will build up and set on fire again and again and now the forest fires will be huge.

Its scientifically proven that Aboriginal people didn’t suffer from wild bushfires, pre invasion. And its also proven that back burning (burning parts of the land per season) actually encourages new life and promotes animal breeding. Aboriginal science outweighs white science.

Followers, ☝️ This 100%. Happy to send people the studies and papers and stuff (or just have the conversation with sources) but by looking at tree ring scars, we can see that some areas had fires once every 80 years - and now those same regions are burning every few years. It’s un-natural for Australia, this isnt a continent meant to be chaotically and uncontrollably burning forever.

The intensity of fire is increasing bc of biomass is changing, plant species are changing, rivers diverted and drying up. Soil salinity is spiking, soil erosion is getting worse - and a thousand other things that aboriginal activists and people have been warning about for centuries.

Areas under native title where mosaic burning happens HAS LESS/NO OUT OF CONTROL FIRES. The evidence is literally right there.

Part of the out of control fires are climate change, part is european settlements and farming practices causing absolute fucking chaos on local ecosystems. these fires are not sudden or out of the blue or anything - they’ve been a long time coming from systematic environmental neglect and intentional environmental fuckery. You reap what you sow.

Plot twist: The peoples that have actually been living in Australia for thousands of years, surprisingly, have got this shit figured out

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11/12/19. I’m 23. I got on T March 20th or so. that puts me at about 8 months on T and 1 year and 2.5 months post-op. I started at .2ml of T a week but shortly after switched to .3ml. I don’t plant to increase yet but periodically consider it. Changes are slowly happening. My happy trail is getting thicker. My jawline is becoming more prominent. I have a few hairs growing on my jaw, on my neck, and on my chin. My scars are slowly fading, too. They are still very noticeable, though in certain lighting they blend into my skin. Sometimes I feel weird about my nipples. I occasionally toy with the idea of getting them removed (something I had considered pre-op was removing them if I didn’t like the way they turned out). I like them in this photo though.

I don’t feel dysphoric much anymore. It’s not that I like my body more. My dislike is just a lot less prominent now that I know I’m doing something to alleviate it. Sometimes I catch glimpses of myself in the mirror and have some euphoria over the masculinizaiton of my body. I wonder if I should just up my dose to get there quicker. For whatever reason I love the idea of gradual change. To be able to notice every new thing that happens. to be able to appreciate the small steps. to notice how I feel along the way. to have time to process without feeling like the changes are passing me by.

I’m also less interested in gender. I am questioning my dense far less. I realized I wasn’t really getting anywhere trying to find a label. I usually just refer to myself as trans if the situation arises where I need to commit to a word for my situation. i try to avoid calling myself anything at all. it felt good to give up on finding a label. I wish I had done that a lot sooner. I like to be human, and not much more.

arbordreamer:

op this is a fantastic semi-essay

biglawbear:

So instead of writing the essay this is exactly what I’m talking about. This shit reduces your capacity for empathy. If you can’t understand why people are hurt by a simple joke, nay, think that’s the whole point… How the hell are you supposed to feel for someone when they come to you complaining of ACTUAL oppression? It’s the foot in the door phenomenon. A little oppression isn’t too bad, cuz it’s funny, right? It hardens your heart against others

Somebody actually wrote this essay already. It’s a Twitter thread about how the alt right recruits teenage boys by getting them to post slightly offensive memes… And then when they get called out and don’t understand why the alt right channels their anger at feminists and women and people of color and liberals. According to this thread, boys are being “set up”

Read the whole thread at the link above this is just a snip

“offensive” shows like Family Guy are a precursor to the alt right and you can’t change my mind

arbordreamer:

OP WHERE’S THE FUCKING ESSAY

biglawbear:

Here’s the thing about shows like South Park and Family Guy that make their money off of being edgy and offensive. They fundamentally reduce their viewers’ capacity for empathy. If I found a joke funny, and you found it offensive, you’re just too sensitive. This is directly related to the ride of the alt right and the election of trump. In this essay I will

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