i gotta say i agree that exposing children to algorithmic content feeds is going to make them grow up with one billion new kinds of mental illnesses and it’s a serious societal problem that urgently needs addressing but it makes me v. v. v. uneasy when i see posts going around that identify this issue and come to the conclusion ‘this is why it’s important for parents to know what their kid is doing online’ and uh girls there are a lot of kids out there who would be dead if their parents knew what they were doing online
“yeah this aspect of capitalism is extremely alienating and traumatizing” and im nodding and smiling and then they add “which is why we must retreat to the safety of the family” and i start abruptly high-pitched screaming like a fire alarm
Independent bookstores around the country have a particularly clever lifeline, one perfectly suited to the unprecedented moment we find ourselves in. The strange part? It came into being just weeks before the World Health Organization declared the coronavirus outbreak a pandemic, and before the bookstores started closing up shop wondering if they’d reopen at all.
In simple terms, it’s a super clean, user-friendly online bookstore whose raison d’être is supporting independent bookstores — not simply with exposure or resources (though that’s certainly a factor), but with cold hard cash…
Omg I’ve got a story that’s almost identical to this!!
So back in July of 2021 we got a call from our neighbors about a random chicken that showed up in their yard, they assumed she was ours because we have a lot of chickens but I’d never seen this bird before
She’s unbelievably sweet and cuddly and we’re thinking that no way this isn’t someone’s beloved pet
So the next day I went out and drove to every neighbor to ask “hey this this your chicken?”
Nobody has any idea, my mom asks around on local pages but still, nothing
So for context my neighborhood is pretty big, not that many people but lots and lots of land. If this chicken didn’t come from any of our neighbors then she would had to have travel miles, whichout here in rural Colorado where we are constantly surrounded by hawks, coyotes and raccoons would have been extremely unlikely.
She was also a bit malnourished, implying that she might have been out on her own for some time before being found. I also quickly realized something else about her, she is blind.
Not entirely blind but damn near close as her right eye is completely blind

Now the reason this has rendered her almost completely blind is thanks to a funny little quirk of chicken anatomy. Their right eyes are always near sighted and the left is always far sighted, this is the result of turning themselves in the egg so that the right eye is exposed to light through the shell, while the left is not, because it’s directed toward the body. So while she can see things far away just fine, everything that’s remotely close to her is a blur, making it difficult for her to navigate and eat
So we took her into our own flock, I named her Weah because I asked her for her name, since I didn’t know if she previously had one, and her response was “wwwwwrrraaah”. Getting her integrated into the flock was difficult, the other hens picked on her a lot and there wasn’t much she could do to defend herself, with no other options we decided to put her in the bantam coop, with it’s lone resident
This is Ash, a serama hen who we had gotten with a rooster, Cocktail, as a breeding pair. However after Cocktail’s passing she was left on her own
Now this didn’t bother Ash too much as she’d found a way to leave her coop whenever she wanted, even for a bird of her stature she was quite capable of holding her own in the main population
So here we are with two birds who couldn’t be any more different: Weah, a shy, clingy, visually impaired sex link, and Ash, a feisty, dominant, independent serama. It was the perfect storm.
Weah clung to Ask like glue pretty much from day one and Ash seemed surprisingly chill with the whole affair. In fact, she even started guiding Weah around while walking on her blind side, showing her around and helping her not get lost
Ash is very protective of Weah and will often tidbit for her and court her, Weah will call out to Ash whenever she’s not near by and will get distressed when she cannot find her
They’re both living happily in the larger special needs coop now, always together. Weah is doing much better with the help of her seeing eye girlfriend and has adjusted wonderfully!
So to conclude, if I had a nickel for every time there was a mutually beneficial lesbian relationship in my coop where one was saved by the other, I’d have two nickels. Which isn’t a lot but it’s kinda weird it’s happened twice
My great-grandma is getting close to 100 and her memory is starting to go, and she can’t quite remember what my chosen name is, but she knows my birth name isn’t right. She puts my birth name in quotation marks to signify she knows it’s not correct, and I just. I love her. I love her so fucking much.
Sometimes love is quote marks around your deadname. Sometimes love is “I don’t remember everything about you, but I know you’ve grown and changed. My memory is fading, but I love you.”
This is in my notifications again, and I just wanted everyone to know that my great-grandma celebrated her 99th birthday yesterday and is doing well! 💜
Willem Arondéus (22 August 1894 – 1 July 1943) was a Dutch artist and author who joined the Dutch anti-Nazi resistance movement during World War II. He participated in the bombing of the Amsterdam public records office to hinder the Nazi German effort to identify Dutch Jews and others wanted by the Gestapo. Arondéus was caught and executed soon after his arrest. Yad Vashem recognized Arondéus as Righteous Among the Nations.
Their attack, which took place on 27 March 1943, was partially successful, and they managed to destroy 800,000 identity cards, and retrieve 600 blank cards and 50,000 guilders. The building was blown up and no one was caught on the night of the attack. However, due to an unknown betrayer, Arondéus was arrested on 1 April 1943. Arondéus refused to give up the rest of his team.
Arondéus was openly gay before the war and defiantly asserted his sexuality before his execution. His final words were:
“Tell the people that homosexuals are not by definition weak.”
this is, of course, where the tumblr revamp would always lead. Just in time for Pride month, the “Queerest Place on the Internet” is attempting to crack down on fags like us for self-identifying with slurs, rather than doing something beneficial like reducing the large ever present transphobe/terf population. Advertiser friendly is the name of the game and I’m sure in a few years this site will be identical to every other sterile neutered social media site available. Have fun while it lasts folks.
this comes right after they stole your joke too funnily enough (about.tumblr.com)
THEY MUGGED ME IN BROAD DAYLIGHT AND THEN SHOT ME IN THE FUCKING HEAD
This pride month y’all have got to offset your doomposting with some gay fun you’ve had. And if you haven’t had any gay fun then you need to stop doomposting and work on that. I know we’re descending into fascism and there’s always kink at pride discourse and threats of violence and actual violence and hollow corporate allyship. But I only have so much room for that in my brain. I want to hear about the party you went to or the guy you met at the bar or the girl who strapped you within an inch of your life or hell the new clothes you bought. I as a gay person on the gay people website should NOT have to dread the gay month
One of the Pride events I attended last year was outside, with a variety of acts, including a really fun drag queen who did a joyous sing and dance along there in the public park.
And when she was done, and coming off the stage, I saw a pre-teen approach, a pride flag clasped around their shoulds like a cape, a sketchbook hugged to their chest.
“Excuse me. May I draw you?”
It was said with such hope, and such respect, and I winced anyway. The Queen had just put on a hell of a show, and she’d been paid for her skills, and she had to have been exhausted. I expected her to say no, and honestly, I would’ve thought that was her right.
But she looked down at this child, and flicked her hair back, and said, “Honey, for you? I. WILL. POSE.”
And then she did, perched on the edge of a stone wall, in the June sunshine, as a young artist sat in the grass and filled pages of their sketchbook. For 30 minutes or so, she posed and chatted with fans and laughed.
I will never forget that kindness. May we all be so welcome.
