Girl Scout Cookie Time!

how i became impossible by Mary Ruefle

its so sad that radfem just means transphobe and not like. this

Our Daughters’ first solar/annular eclipse. Wonderful to see these photos from Bryce Canyon!

Today’s “Ring of Fire” eclipse. from, Bryce Canyon National Park.

Credits: NPS Photo/Peter Densmore.

i think in the end furries will always win. in whatever time it takes i think people are going to realize anthropomorphism is so deeply ingrained in us as creatures that to even invent a hatred of the concept to begin with is like hating the concept of telling stories or singing or dancing

I got to hold a 500,000 year old hand axe at the museum today.

It's right-handed

I am right-handed

There are grooves for the thumb and knuckle to grip that fit my hand perfectly

I have calluses there from holding my stylus and pencils and the gardening tools.

There are sharper and blunter parts of the edge, for different types of cutting, as well as a point for piercing.

I know exactly how to use this to butcher a carcass.

A homo erectus made it

Some ancestor of mine, three species ago, made a tool that fits my hand perfectly, and that I still know how to use.

Who were you

A man? A woman? Did you even use those words?

Did you craft alone or were you with friends? Did you sing while you worked?

Did you find this stone yourself, or did you trade for it? Was it a gift?

Did you make it for yourself, or someone else, or does the distinction of personal property not really apply here?

Who were you?

What would you think today, seeing your descendant hold your tool and sob because it fits her hands as well?

What about your other descendant, the docent and caretaker of your tool, holding her hands under it the way you hold your hands under your baby's head when a stranger holds them.

Is it bizarre to you, that your most utilitarian object is now revered as holy?

Or has it always been divine?

Or is the divine in how I am watching videos on how to knap stone made by your other descendants, learning by example the way you did?

Tomorrow morning I am going to the local riverbed in search of the appropriate stones, and I will follow your example.

The first blood spilled on it will almost certainly be my own, as I learn the textures and rhythm of how it's done.

Did you have cuss words back then? Gods to blaspheme when the rock slips and you almost take your thumbnail off instead? Or did you just scream?

I'm not religious.

But if spilling my own blood to connect with a stranger who shared it isn't partaking in the divine

I don't know what is.

This is a Winter Solstice comic I originally drew for the queer tarot comic anthology, Tabula Idem, almost two years ago! I still celebrate this ritual with my family every year. Happy Solstice! 

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Mycelium. Mycelium. Mycelium. Mycelium…

I ain't a bald primate

That tongue does not relate

Man is done

The ape is dead

Lungs of the planet on a golden thread

I ain't debating

I'm a mushroom, ok

I spread like lava

Rise like bread

Currency of decay

Amongst my kin, I extend acidic salutations

Exhale the dust of seasons

Inhale the breath of civilisations

I grip with devil's fingers and stroke the green curtain

We, the thoughtful element

Dumb rock

Unthinking ocеan

Network of the wood

Tannin of the еvening

Synapse of the bush

I disappear amongst my kin

Mycelium. Mycelium. Mycelium. Mycelium…

I’m a “they’re beautiful in their own way”. I agree with all of this, so thanks for the thinking imma have to do.

a lot of it just boils down to "as you move through the world sometimes you will see ugly people, and that's not a problem that needs solving"

you will see people who are old. you will see people who are fat. you will see people who are disabled. you will see people who are not making an effort to keep up with their hygiene or their hair or their clothes. you will see people wearing clothes and makeup and jewelry of a subculture you find disturbing and offputting. this is all fine. this does not need to be solved.

the offered solution has often been to say "oh no, don't say ugly, they're all beautiful in their way!" but that's not the point. nobody has to be beautiful just to exist, to be in public, to be in your view. that road leads to dudebros saying that women they don't consider sufficiently fuckable should wear bags over their heads. to HOAs urging residents to call the cops on homeless encampments being an 'eyesore' on their beautiful streets. to people pushing for institutionalization so that they don't have to share a public with neurodivergent people. to people demanding that physically divergent people trigger tag photos of themselves.

"everyone is beautiful" works up until you find someone you can't see the beauty in. but it doesn't matter. nobody is entitled to a world populated exclusively by beautiful people. no matter what tv and the internet may have led you to believe.

I love hearing these birds! Also, I was today years old when I learnd they are mourning doves and not morning doves. Rad!

that “whooo-oooh-ooh-ooh-ooh” sound mourning doves make, reblog if u agree