its beyond fucking sad like. tumblr as a site. as a function. is great. it arguably still holds a pre-internet 3.0 concept up and keeps it alive (blogs as a community tool). It functions completely uniquely from other social media. parts that haven’t been eroded away by idiot companies playing hot potato are still great (i can still look through all of my posts with my archive tool, or make a new blog theme entirely).
All that had to be done was Not Dip Their Toes into the Transphobic Pool. Which isn’t a hard request. It’s literally just “respect the people that want to be trans and be happy and tell people that are slinging harassment at them to Fuck off”.
Sure, they also need to not let the site erode more and more into this ugly little amalgam of a barely functioning ad-ridden Twitter wannabe that requires at least 2 different mobile add-ons to even function properly. But like. I’d happily support them monetarily if they weren’t the most cartoonishly Scummy site.
Like I’m still on twitter and it’s a cesspool. But there at least it’s funny that “Cis” is considered a word that Musk wants censored for “Spreading hate speech”.
Here I have to confront the fact, every few days, that whoever moderates the site will happily either Delete Trans/POC blogs without hesitation, or, if we wanna be generous, nobody moderating the site Gives a Shit and just lets Transphobe/racist hategroups run rampant on the report system.
And don’t fucking forget what happened to Avery/Rita! I don’t want to spread word about her without her approval, but I will say, people have no fucking clue how bad things got for her after what happened, and the fact that she’s put up such a strong face when she was literally in the “Public’s” Eye as a Trans Woman the CEO of a website stalked and harassed even after he personally demanded all of her blogs be Permanently erased, is beyond the pale of what should be asked for her, or any trans or poc person.
I don’t know why i’m “lucky” enough that, even though i have a respectable amount of followers, i rarely have to deal with “issues” or hate. maybe it’s because i grew up on forums, and have learned that the best way top deal with Shitheads is to just block them ASAP. but i’ve been on this site since 2011, and it’s the reason i have my girlfriend, and all my current friends that i want to meet one day. And the fact that it’s eroding in probably the worst way possible, for such an easily fixable and specifically targeted reason, drives me insane.
It doesn’t have to be this way! Staff literally just has to Actually Give a Shit about its Trans and POC bloggers! We like it here even though people make it hard to!
Apparently people who don’t have executive dysfunction think that actually working on something is the hardest part of doing something. And that’s why they get mad that you call the rest of the project “easy” after you’ve finally worked through doing the plan and know what to do when you’re working.
So when you’re through with the epiphany of how to make it physically possible to make the thing you’re making, and you’re sharing the plan with excitement, because the hard part is over, and now you only have to get your hands moving and do it, they get mad at you like
“it’s not that easy! It’s a lot of hard work! >:C”
they mean it, because
to them, working is the hardest part.
They don’t have to fight their brains to get started. They don’t have to fight their way through making the choices, making the plan, making yourself make the thing. People who don’t suffer from executive dysfunction think that the hardest part is actually doing the thing.
when you have executive dysfunction, it’s like… you’ve just clawed your way up a long steep embankment of loose gravel, and you flop exhausted into the construction site, and you’re like “oh thank fuck, time to lay some bricks, i absolutely could do this all day” and the guy who drove to the site goes “what’s wrong with you man bricklaying is hard graft!”
not as hard as crawling up the gravel mountain bro
there’s also good hard and bad hard. doing the thing might be hard, but at least you’re doing it; it’s good hard. just getting to the thing in the first place is hard and it’s fucking miserable. executive dysfunction puts so many bad hard things in your way before you can get to even the good hard things.
sometimes i describe it as my transmission is broken, every thing else works fine but no matter how hard I pump the gas pedal, I ain’t getting anywhere because I can’t
Keep seeing that post where OP starts like ‘Thinking about…grieving the undead’ and then adds on about like. Real life situations where people have not died but have left your life and you would have reason to grieve them.
All respect, that’s an important concept, but that is not what I am thinking about when I read ‘grieving the undead’.
No need to keep this in the tags, you’re completely right about this scenario!
tfw a tumblr post makes you yeet out of bed at approximately 4am to turn on the lights and rummage through your closet in your underwear because you KNOW you have a relevant poem printed out in a folder in the crate on the top shelf!!!!
anyway here’s “Adjusting to the Light” by Miller Williams
furries with complex identities are the coolest people to be around. like i see you autistic, plural, queer, objectum, therian with a slime/pooltoy fursona. you are realer than all of us babygirl.
my favorite celebrity non-controversy was when lorde wanted to express her love of baths so she posted a picture of her bathtub captioned “and iiiiiiiiiii will always love youuuuu” not realizing that whitney houston died in a bathtub
like oh my god. it’s such a non issue but it’s so so funny
this is the type of thing my anxiety thinks is gonna happen every single time I say something
I had an interview with a local paper this week about this rock snake I started on the longest street of a nearby city (where I work) because it’s bringing people so much joy:
I said something during the interview that the interviewer seemed really shocked by, so in case it’s important for anyone else to hear: When asked about the rock snake and some scavenger hunts that I’ve hosted for adults, I said –
“We don’t stop enjoying the things we liked as kids; they just stop being offered to us. And when you’re a kid, fun things like art projects and scavenger hunts are always brought to you, so you’re not taught to make a habit of seeking them out as and adult.”
She said “Wow yeah… life is so stressful… and you don’t think to… wow.”
So if anyone else needs direct permission to be a whimsical adult child today, I hereby grant it to everyone. ❤️
It’s so soon to reblog this, but I was on the phone with my Mom, and she mentioned making me an Easter basket. I laughed and said “Thank you for excitedly making me an Easter basket at the ripe age of [insert an age over 18],” and she goes “You don’t stop liking what you did as a kid, people stop presenting it to you.” 😂❤️🥺
