The female gaze can be completely inscrutable for men but here’s a quick and not-entirely-sensible diagram I drew while pooping to try and make my preferences clear:
Sorry, let me make it more accurate:
You understand COMPLETELY
The trailer for the first slate of original Crunchy Roll series is out! See it HERE I worked on Onyx Equinox, a fantastical story that takes place in Mesoamerica, we worked very hard on it and I hope you like it! I hope I can soon share some of the work I did for the series on Patreon! ~~~ ¡Ya salió el avance de las primeras series originales de Crunchy Roll! Véanlo AQUÍ Yo trabajé en Onyx Equinox, una historia fantástica ambientada en Mesoamérica,le metimos muchas ganas ¡Ojalá les guste! 🇲🇽 ¡Espero poder compartir el trabajo que hice para la serie en Patreon">monarobot: The trailer for the first slate of original Crunchy Roll series is out! See it HERE I worked on Onyx Equinox, a fantastical story that takes place in Mesoamerica, we worked very hard on it and I hope you like it! I hope I can soon share some of the work I did for the series on Patreon! ~~~ ¡Ya salió el avance de las primeras series originales de Crunchy Roll! Véanlo AQUÍ Yo trabajé en Onyx Equinox, una historia fantástica ambientada en Mesoamérica,le metimos muchas ganas ¡Ojalá les guste! 🇲🇽 ¡Espero poder compartir el trabajo que hice para la serie en Patreon dentro de poco!
The trailer for the first slate of original Crunchy Roll series is out! See it HERE
I worked on Onyx Equinox, a fantastical story that takes place in Mesoamerica, we worked very hard on it and I hope you like it!
I hope I can soon share some of the work I did for the series on Patreon!
¡Ya salió el avance de las primeras series originales de Crunchy Roll! Véanlo AQUÍ
Yo trabajé en Onyx Equinox, una historia fantástica ambientada en Mesoamérica,le metimos muchas ganas ¡Ojalá les guste! 🇲🇽
¡Espero poder compartir el trabajo que hice para la serie en Patreon">monarobot:
The trailer for the first slate of original Crunchy Roll series is out! See it HERE
I hope I can soon share some of the work I did for the series on Patreon!
¡Ya salió el avance de las primeras series originales de Crunchy Roll! Véanlo AQUÍ
¡Espero poder compartir el trabajo que hice para la serie en Patreon dentro de poco!
how terrifying, to be aging and girl. at 18 i was told by men that i was “the perfect age,” and i still thought it was a compliment. is it because at 20 i figured out how sharp those words were. i felt old at 21, felt like if grey hairs came and my spine cracked i was done for. how scary. i am reminded constantly by “realistic” ideas in fantasy novels that i should have five kids.
my life feels short. like it is squeezed into my twenties. like at 30 i become ghost, just another mother or hard worker or both, just another background character. like if i am not settled and making a difference by 27 i should just give up already. is this something men feel? like a clock is painted on their back, one hand warning: your beauty is something you are valued for and it is something you cannot get back.
and why was i only beautiful, i wonder, at 18 on a riverbank. i’m told often my childish face is a blessing. that i shouldn’t want to look older. one told me i was a trap falling: “you look young but you’re not” he said to me, “it kind of led me on”. am i not young?
maybe i am wrong. maybe it’s just how we all feel, getting old, like time is slipping from us. maybe men do worry that they will be alone forever if they don’t settle by thirty, maybe it’s even because they think they’ll turn ugly. maybe we all squish our lives into that incredibly young decade. what do i know. i’m still learning.
I’m almost 25 and I’ve been feeling this a lot lately.
As a 48 year old lesbian, I offer my perspective on aging, and you all can take it or leave it.
Our understanding of our own aging is very much conditioned by the priorities of straight men, who in the aggregate understand beauty and femininity, indeed women in general, in literally superficial terms. Most of the ads you see for anti-aging products, for instance, focus on its *visible* symptoms: graying hair, wrinkling skin or discolored skin, sagging breasts, changes in body shape, etc. These are the symptoms of female aging that men perceive, and they are the ones that the cosmetics and the larger anti-aging industry therefore target. (Men do have their own anxieties about visibly aging, mostly related to hair loss and body shape; but they are not, for instance, generally terrified by the appearance of wrinkles, unless they work in the entertainment industry.)
But aging is not just something that happens to everyone else’s perception of you; it is something that happens in your own body, at levels deeper than anyone else (especially anyone male) is ever likely to perceive. From my POV the really important thing about aging is how you feel. Your body is where you live; it is for you. Aging is inevitable, but it can to some extent be intentional, in that you can (to some extent; all this is limited by the amount of time and money available to you and the healthfulness of the environments you have lived in and how you did in the DNA lottery) choose to do things that will help preserve the things about your body that make YOU happy to be living there–things like flexibility, strength, and the smooth functioning of your major organs. Generally, if you’re healthy, you don’t think about any of this stuff at 18 or 25; but when you are 40, you will start to take more of an interest as you come to understand how important all of this is to your own ability to enjoy life.
So that sucks, as does menopause, which is the unacknowledged referent of a lot of cultural anxieties about female aging. But the point I want to make is: one of the worst things that the phenomenon described so evocatively by the OP does to girls and young women is to make them so anxious about their own bodies that they are unable to enjoy and appreciate their youth while they have it. And that is theft. It really is. I miss youth, but even more do I regret the fact that when I was young I was so fucked up by cultural obsessions about female beauty that I was unable to fully enjoy the body that I had then. I did not appreciate its many excellent qualities, and it was a long time before I allowed myself to accept and act on its desires. At a time when I was beautiful, I thought I was fat and ugly, and that because no man would ever find me attractive, I was doomed to loneliness and isolation. After I met Mrs. Plaidder, her conviction of my beauty eventually passed into me. As a result, I enjoyed my life in general a lot more in my 30s than I did in my teens. I’ve enjoyed my 40s more too, apart from the cancer and the current catastrophe. Age does actually bring experience and knowledge and, to those able to profit from it, wisdom. You do gain, even as you lose.
Catullus, yelling in Latin verse at his lover Lesbia, asks her venomously, “cui videberis bella?” By whom will you be seen to be beautiful? It’s a question that still poisons our sense of self and our understanding of our own possibilities. By myself, asshole, she should have replied; and so may we all, at any age.
Long post, but - my three cents. At 67 I don’t feel old and/or ugly. In fact, I really enjoy myself. I’m happy with how I look - because I got over the brainwashed way we see ourselves. As plaidadder said: “even more do I regret the fact that when I was young I was so fucked up by cultural obsessions about female beauty that I was unable to fully enjoy the body that I had then.” BTW, plaidadder - you are STILL beautiful, trust me. The American cult of youth and they way of evaluating women’s beauty as inevitably liked to age is fucking TOXIC. I now live in South America; was complemented ( in a non-creepy way) by two guys less than half my age last week, grey hair & all. Love it here.
You will never feel as old as you do in your late 20s to late 30s. Seriously. Western culture makes the passing of youth into a tragic death and that’s – so fucking sad. Once it has passed and you can no longer reasonably think of yourself as young, no matter how desperately you try to hang on to it – you find yourself in a whole other country, you realize that you’ve lived on one side of a mountain all your life and told there’s nothing beyond it only to discover that there is, in fact, an entire world on the other side. Don’t believe the lie.
I enjoyed this post. I also lacked the clarity on culturally imposed bullshit to enjoy my youth and beauty, and at 47, I have good days and bad days. I’m looking forward to one day not giving a flying fuck what anyone thinks about my body. I’m embarrassed and a little ashamed to report that I’m not there yet.
What I like about getting older (I’m 46.) is that the less “attractive” I become, the more I get to fill that space with things I choose. The more invisible I become as a person with whom someone may wish to have sex, the more I can just wear clothes that I like and think are pretty, the more I feel free to let my hair have no real “style.” I wear flat shoes that I think are cute. I wear the same earrings I’ve worn for twenty years. I get to choose to present myself as eccentric or artsy or sloppy or outdated without much commentary from the peanut gallery, because nobody is concerned any more with my fuckablity. And without the constant input, I have more room for my own opinion.
Not that I’m there all the time, but I’m sure there a hell of a lot more often than when I was in my twenties.
One of the things I love best about tumblr (and there are many, many things) is that here I have found a circle of middle-aged and older women who are kind and wise and brave, and are willing to share their experiences and to mentor younger women through aspects of aging. I’m 40, and I feel like I am beginning a journey into a new phase of life with a tribe of women beside me. It is so hugely valuable. ❤️
Well, at 67, I can tell you that finally no one is looking at me like a tarted-up slab of meat with a vagina. Of course, I’m easy to mistake for a little old lady now, my hair having come in a disorderly charcoal grey after my chemo. But that’s a fun stereotype to work (some years ago the teens I was working with described my personal style as “granny goth”), and it also lets you comment and converse with other people with impunity: no one really worries if their kid shares a word in the store with “that granny” and when someone is unspeakably rude, you can just fire right back at them and they actually, sometimes, demonstrate at least momentary guilt. I dress for my own comfort—although I believe one can demonstrate respect by dressing nicely for things like meetings or travel, I tend to mean beyond what simply amuses me that I am clean, relatively ordered, and have all body parts covered that would cause arrest in my local jurisdiction.
The rest of it? Fuck that noise; I’m old and I haven’t got time for that shit.
Just to chirp in (45). One of the many gifts of the Michigan Womyn’s Music Festival was the intergenerational community of dykes. So first, as a dyke, I wasn’t around men a lot who were telling me how unfuckable I was. So aside from the general socialization, inside stepped a ton of bullshit. But also, at 21 I was hanging with wyms who were 40, 50, 60. I was seeing all of these older women in their fullness and glory and sexiness and intelligence and BEAUTY and like everything that happened there, I realized the head trips about aging were a lie.
These women, who embraced being crones, were EVERYTHING. I wanted to be them. And as I age, I remember their power, their gorgeousness. I aim for it with all my might.
Unlearning lies is such hard work, but patriarchy spends a lot of energy reviling things that are powerful.
I can’t believe all the wisdom in these posts above. you GO. I am so in love with all y’all.
There is so much women are not only not taught, but flat-out LIED TO about aging. Even within fandom, a space that is very much women-driven, occasionally you come across someone trying to pressure older women to bow out because our mere presence makes some people uncomfy (and sometimes by “older” they mean over 30, never mind the 40+, 50+, 60+ women speaking up here).
Because we are not taught to respect older women as sexual beings, as beings with our own interests, our own passions, our own weaknesses, and our own right to take up space and be fully present even though we are no longer sexually desirable (to SOME) and might not be willing or interested in taking up a “mom/grandmom” role.
When I was in my 20s I was doing a lot of music writing and one of my biggest role models who I sort of knew personally was Deena Weinstein, who was doing exceptional work on metal culture - very little studied in academia at that time - and she was doing it as a (at the time) very rare visibly middle-aged woman at metal shows banging her head off to Cannibal Corpse. (She is not “detached.” She’s in the mosh pit. She loves the fuck out of it, and it shows.) Lots of people were lining up to tell her in one way or another she ought to be “acting her age,” whatever the fuck that’s supposed to mean. I looked up to her as the giant badass she is.
A few things they don’t tell you about aging, that I know at 48 (and I know to some people here, I’m still a baby, and that’s OK)
1. Menopause is real and for some people perimenopause takes years. Holy shit. It’s as big an upheaval as puberty - but, like puberty, it’s not a disaster it’s just a shift. Respect it but don’t fear it. Most of all, don’t fear talking about it honestly.
2. Being sexually invisible to strange men is a fucking blessing, especially if you take public transit every day. What a gift to actually be able to read in peace most of the time. Don’t dread this!
3. Judgmental opinions of trivial people become a lot more obvious for what they are, over time.
4. Your interest in sex might decrease. OR IT MIGHT NOT. IT MIGHT EVEN INCREASE. In a culture that is horrified by the sexuality of older women, consider who is served by the assumption that loss of libido is a thing that always happens. (Or that it should.)
5. You ARE still the same person you were at 17, at 24, at 39, etc. You’re just a little bit MORE that same person.
6. You have the right to discuss and write about any age you’ve passed through. You own your experiences and you can do with them as you will, creatively. You have been a child, a teenager, a young adult, a middle-aged person - you have memories that you are always entitled to draw upon, for any reason at any time.
I’m so, so fucking glad I’ve had women friends older than me (and in some cases, older than my own parents) since my early 20′s. Seeing women older than me enjoying their lives and being interesting and doing fun things and even (gasp!) having active sex lives, meant I haven’t been nearly as freaked out about getting older.
Things I have enjoyed about getting older to this point (37):
- Increased self confidence
- Learned patience
- Managing my anxiety and depression
- Enjoying the body I have, right now as it is
Things I am not enjoying:
- why is it so hard to get off the floor??
- I get tired from physical activity faster
- I can fuck up my back/neck in 0.5 seconds
Things I give zero fucks about:
- grey hair
For all of you up thread fretting about menopause, feel free to ask (my inbox is open). I’ve actually been through it twice, one naturally and then because that didn’t work out as well as hoped, surgically. And I’ve done a lot of research on the topic. So fuck the conspiracy of silence and know that I’m available for questions or just blowing off steam.
I love this thread. This is so affirming and things I wish I’d been shown in my 20s.
Also as a 35 can I emphasise things that might already be mentioned or not above that I’ve also noticed since hitting my mid 30s:
- Not feeling the pressure to wear makeup or heels or ‘co-ordinate my outfit’ because I just don’t feel like caring about that any more (despite anxiety still being an issue, this doesn’t bother me the way it used to)
- Feeling like a cool spy when I do do the whole ‘pretty woman with perfect clothes and femme presentation’ thing. I only do it when I know I’ll get something out of it (job interview, bullshit meetings, ‘dressy’ events) which makes those occasions feel like undercover cosplay and waaay more interesting since it basically becomes LARPing.
- Feeling absolutely confident dressing up to the exact level I want to despite the circumstance.
- I get why people were telling me all those things about real friends actually giving a shit about you. I get it now.
- Cool becoming something I get to define, not something other people tell me to aspire to.
- Not. Giving. A. Shit. About. Shaving.
- Back problems
- Neck problems
- Gut problems
- Feet! Ankles! Knees! Oh my!
- JOWLS??? (Bear with me I’ll get over that but… it was a shock)
- Oh shit I actually have to sleep, eat and hydrate properly now.
- Less physical stamina
- Grey hair and wrinkles
- Boob sagging
- Ever increasing amount of errant facial hair
- Being unfuckable to random strangers
Love this post and all the responses. What a pleasure to read!
I’ll turn fifty later this year.
The thing I like most about being this age is seeing the multiple, extremely challenging practices / passions / obsessions I’ve taken on in my life coming to fruition. Writing is hard. You get better at it after doing it for a long time. Internal martial arts and meditation, which i teach, are extremely challenging and nuanced to learn. You get better at them after long, careful study. (And bonus: I’m living proof that even though aging is real and the body definitely changes, that doesn’t have to mean pain and deterioration. I’m stronger now than I was at twenty-five, by a long shot)
I’m at the point with a lot of stuff I do where I feel like I’m achieving mastery. This includes my personal life, too: although it’s been a really weird and tricky past couple of years, my challenges aren’t throwing me like they used to. There’s a deep, wild pleasure to be found in persistence. It’s totally worth it.
56 and fresh out of fucks to give.
I’m 60 now and enjoy this thread every time it comes by. Everything of which I have personal experience above rings true (though I didn’t have an “oh I’m aging!” epiphany till 50, maybe because 30 and 40 were so buried in Life Events, good and bad.)
To emphasize my most important takeaway,
as @plaidadder put it:
“I miss youth but even more do I regret the fact that when I was young I was so fucked up by cultural obsessions about female beauty that I was unable to fully enjoy the body that I had then. I did not enjoy its many excellent qualities[.]”
All I will add is, at 60 I have friends 10 and 20 years older, and I see women around me aging from their 30s to 40s, 50s and onwards into their 80s. And at every age we look back and more keenly appreciate the bodies of a decade or more earlier.
Aging will, depending on the luck of the draw, to a greater or lesser extent, make some physical things harder and others impossible as we age. Treasure everything you are, everything you can do, now, and use your body for work, for pleasure, and care for it like any loved and valuable companion.
Remember all the joy and confidence you wish you’d allowed yourself in your 20s and work every day to give yourself permission NOW to use your body and mind to do what will make you happy just because you can. Not what any pop psychologist or Internet pundit or “role model for women past XX” advises will make you happy, but what you think will please you.
37 now. Though I spent all of last year thinking I was the same age, so who the fuck knows anymore. The biggest thing I’ve been learning is that time isn’t real.
No, seriously. The biggest times I feel old now are when I’m talking to my students. They don’t know what Jurassic Park is, for God’s sake. The lack of cultural touchstones is what makes me feel old. Apparently, using Pandora instead of Spotify makes you An Old. What the fuck.
I’m going silver, and I love it. It looks like tinsel in my dark hair. I still don’t have many wrinkles, though my skin texture and needs are changing, and that’s really annoying to keep track of. I don’t care about looking young, but I have rosacea and dry skin to the point of flaking, and managing that is harder now, and more painful, and I don’t like that much. My body’s more exhausted, all the time.
But I take up space psychologically in ways that I was never okay with before. I mean, my body takes up more space than before, sure, but my mind and brain and SELF take up that same space. I used to feel like my body was this oversized shell and I had to be smaller inside of it, to make up for it, but getting older has actually taught me to EXPAND.
I’m not scared of being smart. I’m not scared of being the lady with the weird factoids about fucking everything and the absolute inability to not share them. I’m not scared to be loud, or have emotions, or ask for what I want, and then demand other people meet those standards. I’m not afraid to have standards at all!
I look at me at 37 and I can’t quite comprehend how I got here from 18. I’m just grateful that I get to learn about this person I get to be, for as long as I get to be here.
God could come down and say “I’ll pay you $5 billion to go back to high school as a teenager”, and I would say no. If God said “Hey, you can also take all the hard-earned wisdom and confidence and knowledge with you”, even then I might decline. Being young was incredibly difficult and painful, and being older has only taught me how to respect women–of all ages, younger and older–more. We go through hell, and we are amazing.
Reblogging this version as well for all of the excellent and different commentary.
Someone included tags to explicitly include non-cis women and I want that in the body of the post, not just tags.
I wonder where the break happened that such wide swaths of younger fans don’t grasp fandom things that used to be unspoken understandings. That fic readers are expected to know fiction from reality, that views expressed in fic are not necessarily those of the author, that the labels, tags and warnings on various kinkfics are also the indication that they were created for titillation and not much more, please use responsibly as per all pornography. The ‘problem’ isn’t that so-called ‘problematic’ fic exists but that some of the audience is being stupid, irresponsible, at worst criminal, at best not old enough to be in the audience to begin with. And that’s on the consumer, not the author who told you via labels, tags, ratings, warnings and venues what their fic was about and what it was for.
I can’t stress enough how important this post is
Tumblr. Tumblr is what happened, with its never-ending scrolling, with its lack of nested contents (or ANY comments, when fandom sailed here from the old world), with its tags instead of membered communities.
Tumblr turned fandom content into mindless consumption instead of community. I’m no expert on human behaviour, but I’d put money on this.
When Authors stopped being friends and turned into content providers, new fandom members never learned to care.
“When authors stopped being friends and turned into content providers”
Well that reframed my view of every fandom I’ve touched for the last five years, and it explains a lot.
I really cannot emphasize how the lack of comments and nested comments impacted fandom. It turned fandom into a series of one-way relationships. Social media is extremely uninteractive compared to mediums like journals and forums.
Even “Tumblr conversations”, where you reblog each other’s posts back and forth and it turns into a dialogue, extremely limited. You can generally only do this a few times.
But there’s another, insidious layer to this, which is how reblogs work: it’s easy to create new “realities” or versions of post…without people realizing that other versions exist. If two differnent people reblog from the same person to add a comment, then other people reblog from them adding further comments, you’ll get something like this:
That is 14 different versions of the same post someone could see. Fourteen separate realities right there!
You might be seeing this:
While someone else will see this:
Now repeat things over several years and hundreds, if not thousands, of posts, and you can see how this can quickly lead to separate realities.
Even if people know each other, or are in the same fandom!
Something to note about how and why this happens. See those gray lines connecting the various dots? Those are profitable to the social media companies. That nebulous gray blog encompassing the two stars/fans, or the invisible hypothetical line connecting those two stars? That is not profitable. So companies are not only disincentivized to facilitate that connection in the first place, but actively try to prevent it too!
Compare this to how journals, forums, listservs, and other older fandom platforms operated:
Now, this is a very vague visual representation of multiple different platforms, but there are three main things I was trying to indicate.
Social media removed reciprocation, communication, and agency in content consumption. Fans react to either passive consumption because that’s the only way to stay sane in such an overwhelming platform, or to extremism because that’s the only form of agency they can truly have in their fandom experience. Fandom isn’t something you participate in, it’s something that happens to you.
And if this sounds familiar to any social science majors out there, you might’ve taken a course about group dynamics, ideological persistence, and/or had to study about the proliferation of social and/or political movements. Nicky Case has a lovely interactive webapp that lets you play around with these concepts and experience this in just half an hour of playing around:
Those three things in detail (put under a cut due to length):
This is an excellent read on Tumblr fandom, and encapsulates some of the things about the platform that give me pause before posting.
I think that what we’re experiencing now, as a reaction, is a resurgence of individual communities. More often than not these days, I see that individual fandoms or groups within fandoms have a Discord or other place to talk away from Tumblr.
I think that may also explain why some people tend to like more than they reblog. Reblogging means leaving yourself open to (often extremist/purity-motivated) criticism of your choices - or leaves the OP open to similar criticism from your followers, with you as the involuntary middleman whose reblog made that connection possible.
Likes and drafts are private - you can collect posts in a place where no one sees them but you. It doesn’t have to be a public statement. It can just be a thing that caught your interest for whatever reason, that you wanted to be reminded of.
I strongly encourage anyone who hasn’t already to read this essay on how web 2.0 has changed fandom
it’s not just tumblr, or twitter, it’s a fundamental shift in how people act online in the era of social media and algorithm-driven interaction towards advertising revenue
“Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes. Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more. You’re doing just fine.”
— Charlotte Eriksson
this is the first time I have ever reblogged something twice
This guy was amazing
Hey, I knew the guy in the gator suit lol He’d always nonchalantly mention how he wrestled Steve Irwin
Some of my carry-all pouches from Society6.
They come in three sizes! I use them for storing my art supplies and toiletries. All except one in the photos are medium size, which is my favorite. The large pouch, pictured below in the last photo, is also a great for travelling (or for weekends at the woodland cabin, as I really don’t travel otherwise), and I’ve heard people like to use it for their tablets as well.
Anyway, all pouches are on 35% sale until Saturday!
p.s. Tote bags and wall tapestries are on sale too. :)
Sale ends 2020/2/29 at midnight PT.
Pluto Sticker set is now available!
These are new products just in time for valentine’s day! (Or you can use any day of the year too!)
Check them out on the starry shop here: https://www.cosmicfunnies.com/accessories-and-apparel
Also, a surprise sale for you all as well!
And, last but not least.. there is a giveaway to win this cute Pluto mug, Pouch, or Journal!
All you have todo is answer this simple question and i’ll pick a random lucky person!
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Answer here or send me a message with your answer!
Look out for Love for Pluto month where I post comics that feature Pluto only!
Good luck and See you later!
“Stevie Nicks surrounds herself with girls. Wherever she goes, she brings girls. “I can’t imagine you in a bathing suit,” someone says in an interview for Rolling Stone, when Stevie says she likes to play in the pool in her backyard. “Yeah, well, you never will,” Stevie says. “And there is never — ever — a man in the backyard. If there is, he is banished to the front of the house.” Men don’t get to look at Stevie Nicks unless Stevie Nicks wants men to look at Stevie Nicks.”
— (via bjorkdoll )
i think about this every day of my life
i hate when people are like UHM FRUIT ISNT ACTUALLY GOOD FOR YOU IT HAS A LOT OF SUGAR like shut the fuck up go eat your nutritionally complete meal powder you bought off a fucking kickstarter project okay let me enjoy a clementine
It even goes beyond that, like if I ever eat a raw vegetable for my own health I always get shit like “yeah but the dressing is super bad for you so you canceled it out by eating ranch with it” or “carrots have tons of carbs they’re basically sugar”
And I’m just like for real? I can’t have a baby carrot with ranch? I can’t have some fucking grapes? If the only truly “”“pure”“” food I can eat is raw celery and a daily multivitamin I’d quite honestly and truly rather just be dead.
Just because something has a lot of calories or sugar doesn’t mean it’s bad for you. Veggies and fruits have a ton of vitamins and minerals and fiber and you NEED calories for like…your body to work. So who cares if you smother them in ranch. Just don’t dip a clementine in ranch
I’m gonna dip a clementine in ranch.
Why do you hate Jesus
Jesus is my homeboy but God has a lot to answer for and my rebellion will continue until he does so.
Nothing about this post prepared me for that raw ass last line.
I may have been inspired
very important that Goose is now running around 100% butt ass naked the whole time
I may have been inspired
you know those stories where the swan takes off it’s feathered cloak and turns into a sexy lady that some creepy farm dude marries? that but instead of a swan it’s the goose from untitled goose game and instead of being a sexy spouse it’s just doing the same things it always does it just has hands to more effectively grab things and longer legs to run with and instead of trying to keep the feathered cloak from it everyone is desperately trying to get it to put it back on
Once again, thank you everyone for reading, enjoying, and sharing this comic. Not just sharing in the sense of re-posting this comic, (which you should totally do) but also sharing your stories with me, letting my know how my comics have touched you. It means so much to me. Love ya!
Stay tuned for more comics! <3
It gives me tremendous joy to see people still reading this comic, and especially when they get something out of it.
Over the years I have faced many ups and downs, just like everyone else. Sometimes it really gets to me how mean people can be to each other. How mean I can be to myself.
But for all the Level 1 Trans Fighters out there please know with acceptance, mindfulness, and self compassion I did in fact find my balance. Not a fast process. Basically a complete lifestyle change.
Sometimes I lose that balance, sure. But when I choose to present my authentic identity? I’m objectively drop dead gorgeous.
Here are a hand full of my looks. You’ll notice none of them are 100% masculine or feminine.
Peace be with you.
Thank you for reading.
Thank you for being you.
I want a world that is safe for people like this person. If that makes me a “trender” or a “cultist” or a “genderist,” okay.
The world should make room for people in liminal places. The world should make room for people who stay in liminal places all their lives.
We need at least a few of those people. They remind the rest of us that sometimes what looks binary is actually a continuum, and that sometimes the reason we only see the people on the edges is because we punish everything else.
A CROW TRIED TO GO IN OUR CLASSROOM AND HE HAD A PEN
yes hello i am here to learn geometries
That crow is more prepared than some of my students.
You’ve all just like, completely skipped over the possibility that this crow has seen people using pens in this room, found one, and is trying to return it. There’s been videos of crows picking up sweet wrappers and stuff and placing them in bins after seeing humans put their litter in bins. I really do believe that this crow is trying to return the pen and that is ADORABLE AS HELL.
THEY ARE SO SMART I LOVE THEM
Crows are thought to be self aware by some scientists. Its perfectly possible the crow wants to return the pen to humans. Knowing it belongs to humans.
Corvids. Who KNOWS. :)
Another cool crow deal: Once, when trying to assess if crows could reason and use tools, scientists had two crows who didn’t know each other each take a wire from a table (one was hooked, one was straight) and try to grab meat from a bottle with it. The crows could see each other, though they had separate bottles. Only the straight wire worked for this, so they hypothesized that if crows could reason, the second trial would have the two crows fighting over the straight wire. The second trial started and, to the surprise of the scientists, the two crows both went for the bent wire, one held it down and the other unbent it. They both got meat out of their bottles. They came to a peaceful solution without verbal communication. Crows are probably smarter than we are.
they still shit all over the place and eat garbage
ok but so do we
Cool facts about crows:
1. Crows understand the concept of gifts.
There’s a little girl who started feeding the murder by her house and they started bringing her trinkets (cool pebbles, coins, shiny things, bleached animal bones, etc) as a thank you.
2. Crows remember who has been kind to them and tell other crows about the nice humans.
There are various examples of people who have helped crows and the crows not only come back to say hi, but also bring friends who need help over for the nice human to help.
3. Crows are the only other animal known to make tools in order to make another tool.
4. Crows have been proven to have a sense of self
If you mark them with a coloured dot that they can see and then show them their reflection in a mirror they soon realize that the reflection is them and not another crow.
5. Crows have regional dialects and accents.
They are also able to copy each other’s dialects and accents to fit in if they move to an area where the accent is different.
6. Crows regularly visit their parents after leaving the nest.
They also regularly live with their parents after reaching adulthood to help with raising their younger siblings for up to five years before moving out.
i love when people ask me “what are you anxious about” like…….about??? you think this is based on reason? rationality? never heard of that
also applies to “what are you depressed about” like binch????????? everything???? Nothing???? Who knows????? Never had a rational thought in my life
What is a rational thought? What is trust? Do people actually need a reason to be anxious or depressed? Fuck I just live in that headspace now
#tbt #2014 #tezhip #artwork ✨✨✨ (Dilara Yarcı Art Studio)
“My cat, Daisy, has started getting a few gentlemen callers to the house. She has no interest in any of them but I tried to explain this to one of them. I call him Silken Thomas.”
I’ve never seen a cat WHINE like that before!