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my friends and i do an annual camping trip to freedive and spearfish on one of the outer islands like Tl’x’óy7ten or Lhéwqemeng, but last year we decided on a smaller island where we don't usually stay overnight. I was the only one with Friday off and it was going to storm Saturday so I went out a day before everyone else to set up camp before the rain hit. that night i was the only person on the entire island, along with my dog. we slept in a hammock in the woods by the sea, and everyone else joined me in the morning.

that second night, we hiked the entire island, and found we were still the only ones there at all. not unusual because of the weather.

well on the second morning, I got up and saw raccoons had gotten into Little Bird's dog food and all of my snacks. I assumed raccoons, anyway. I was bummed and confused because I kept all of the food in bear/raccoon proof containers that had never failed.

my friend, a fun but very no-nonsense outdoorsman, said "are you sure you didn't leave it unlatched last night?" I said, "I didn't get into it last night." He said, "Late last night. You did." I was confused, and he told me that he woke up to pee at 2 AM, at which time he saw me, sitting at the camp table, eating something. I said, "That wasn't me," and he said it was dark so he'd actually only seen a silhouette that he assumed was me because it couldn't have been our other friend, who was asleep beside him in his tent. It was also too dark to see that I was still in my hammock, with Little Bird.

At this point I became visibly alarmed because not only was I not awake and eating in the middle of the night, but my hammock was hung directly above the table, so anyone sitting there would be just a few inches below me while I slept.

What also bothered me was that I trained Little Bird specifically for solo backcountry work and that includes alerting to approaching wildlife so I'm not caught off-guard by bears in camp. I'm a feather-light sleeper as it is, but I sleep better knowing she'll hear something before I do. But she didn't alert to whatever got into our food, just inches below us.

We decided to let it go, because what was there to do or say? But that night I couldn't sleep until I moved my hammock to another spot. Sometimes I think about this and I'm just like well, what the hell

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Postcard for the Pride Angels campaign.

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Schooner Hildur off Greenland

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are they a FREAK (derogatory) or a FREAK (affectionate)

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mutuals please do this to me

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fairytales which tell you to be both kind and clever fairytales that say to be kind is to be clever and to be clever is to be kind fairytales that say the cleverest thing you can ever do is choose kindness and that cruelty or thoughtlessness are always foolish but not kindness never kindness

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snakehead

this is june's sticker club reward! only available this month

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SINNERS 2025, dir. Ryan Coogler

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what the fuck

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Okay this is gong to sound condescending on several levels but:

There's a kind of cliche about training a dog - that if you want it to always come when it's called, you should never scream at or punish it when it does. Even if you just spent twenty minutes getting increasingly panicked thinking it was dead in the woods! Even if it had been trampling through the neighbors garden! It is very important that it's direct association is 'stopping whatever super interesting thing I was doing to go back to human = being praised and rewarded'. If the association is instead being screamed at or punished, the dog will be less enthusiastic to stop whatever fun thing it's doing to run to that.

I feel like a great many people would noticably improve their own lives if they started applying the same logic to how they treated other humans.

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oh ok

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Isabella Owens art 

@issabelaowensart (Instagram)

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Hot take but I really do think that some of y’all need to consider how/why/when/how often you’re making fun of straight people for being straight

I do it too, I’m not going to pretend I don’t make jokes about the hets, or the down with cis bus, or whatever

But I recently befriended a cis, straight dude and I have watched him be dismissed, degraded, and unambiguously insulted for the perceived “crime” of being straight — all in queer environments where he is allegedly “completely welcome” and surrounded by “friends”

This guy is not a toxic person! But I have seen him be made to feel so small and like his comfort and safety in those spaces are conditional on his silence and acceptance of being treated like a human dunk zone, and I think that some of y’all have had so much shit from straight/cis people that the second you feel like you’ve got an inch, you want to luxuriate in the perceived catharsis of bullying someone who— actually —doesn’t deserve it

And until he very, very carefully mentioned to me in private that it makes him feel bad, I didn’t even clock that I was involved in doing that, that it had become so instinctive for me to make casual jokes like that, and that— well meaning or otherwise —I had been contributing to an environment that made someone I really really like feel like shit

So, I dunno, I think maybe some of y’all should think about that too

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I've been doing a lot of thinking about my family and how I was treated as a child, and honestly, my father has never seemed more amazing in my eyes.

I used to love Luigi(Mario's brother) when I was little. Like, he was my favorite character ever, and I had multiple plushies of him. Didn't give a fuck about Mario, vaguely tolerated Peach, but I loved Luigi.

On my first day of kindergarten, my dad gave me the number for his work phone and said it was Luigi's phone number. "If anything happens at school, call Luigi."And not even twenty minutes into my first day, I was having a panic attack. So I went down to the principal's office and called "Luigi."

Now, at the time, my father was in a meeting with his manager and his supervisor, along with most of his coworkers. And when I called, he picked up before he even left the room.

And he put on a very awful Italian accent and said, "Itsa me, Luigi! Whatsa the matter?"In front of his boss and coworkers. Without telling them what was going on. So they were absolutely bewildered, and he carried on like they didn't even exist. He only explained what was happening after I had calmed down and hung up, to which most of them responded with "Aww, cute."

I continued to call him whenever I got upset at school, and eventually his coworkers got in on it. I distinctly remember one of them impersonating Toad. I don't know why I'm telling you this, I just thought it might make you smile :)

this is so delightful I love your Luigi dad