(Video clip description: In Kirby Triple Deluxe, Kirby wantonly consumes a peacefully-sleeping Waddle Dee, using its last pathetic struggles as leverage to pull a sunken island up out of the lava, just so he can exit a level)
“[W]hen your mutual friends insist that ‘Barry’s not RACIST-racist, he just says racist things constantly, as jokes, you’re just being too sensitive!’ what they’re really saying is: ‘Barry is an acceptable amount of racist for us.’ His racism isn’t ruining their day; your objections to it are, and they would find it easier and much more pleasant if you would either get much more racist or pretend to be.”
Idk, sometimes I wonder whether it’s better to have this morning peace or to have my old routine back of setting out for the bus before 7:00 AM.
This is so perfect for the early-morning hours but also perfect at keeping me on the couch in my cozy robe instead of up and about for the day. My washing machine sensed this and decided to unbalance itself to force me to get up.
#NowPlaying Moby - Live Ambients Improvised Recordings, Vol. 1 https://moby.bandcamp.com/album/live-ambients-improvised-recordings-vol-1 #fediplay
It feels really perilous sometimes to engage with other members of our #queer family because we’ve had such different experiences in our lives and are at so many different stages of processing them.
What feels almost academic for one person may be the most enraging or intensely triggering experience another has ever had.
It’s important to give each other grace and consideration, I think.
Just a cuddly queer bundle of what the hell is gender anyway.
More queer, more garden.