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Happy May Day all. Solidarity and all that jazz.  For your brain, some history on May Day and how it came to be: 1. The Zinn Education Project:  May 4, 1886: Haymarket Tragedy

2. IWW Historical Archives:  The Brief Origins of May Day

3. NPR : What is May Day? For the most part, the opposite of capitalism

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Talking of disability aids, I did get this cool spoon recently which you can use without any grip at all. It has a long handle which can be bent to fit on your arm and once you get it right it's really quite effective.

At the moment it lets me about half a meal without help (apart from putting it on) in certain situations with my arm supported, and I can even use it with my hand splints on

ID two photos showing an adaptive spoon with a long, curled grey handle. In the first Photo it’s is lying on a tray next to a bowl of rice and an adapted mug. In the second it's been around echos wrist while they eat rice sat in bed with their arm supported by a pillow / end ID

( the company I got it from it's called Active hands)

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Custom tron hoddie i made for myself from thrifted sweatshirt!!

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can anyone find me that mesopotamian clay tablet telling you to marry a party girl because she'll bring you joy

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I did yet another warhammer themed nail set for myself! Upgrading my normal hands with Tech Priest claws that glow in the dark~⚙️

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Friendly reminder that Sam Flynn grew up thinking he’d lost his father only to find him for a few hours and then lose him again ✿◕ ‿ ◕✿

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Trump is the last gasp of a dying social order. When he's gone political and social conservatism will finally be consigned to the ash bin of history.

I wish. I really do wish. Honestly tho, I don't think so. History is not a progress narrative poised to have the good guys win. Things might actually turn out really, really bad, for queer and trans people, for women, hell, for every regular non-1% human this time around. That's a real possibility. And if you look through history you can see that social conservatism is a sadly recurring phenomenon, so even if we as a society make it through this wave of it, I highly doubt it will be gone forever.

I know that is probably not the most positive take, but... I also don't think being pessimist about it all is helpful. Pessimism does nothing. Trying your best to live in integrity and stand up for what you feel is right in every way you can, no matter how limited, is far more valuable. Do not ever think the war is already lost or, for that matter, already won. There is no end point in sight, no "after the revolution". Progressivism is to be forever in movement. If we want progress we have to continue putting one foot before the other. It's fine if the steps are small, as long as we keep taking them.

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if you guys dont know anything about canadian politics, i dont think you realize how insane this liberal victory is.

just months ago, the conservatives had an almost guaranteed win. Trudeau was insanely unpopular even among his own party, the progressive vote was split between them and the NDP, and the conservatives had gained so much more ground with the up-and-comer poilievre who came in with a canadian trump campaign strategy. We were resigned to losing, canadian minorities were making backup plans for their livelihoods in the likely event that we would be targeted by poilievre and his goons. His victory seemed like a sad inevitability that we could only stand up for so long against

And then trump was elected. and then canadians woke the fuck up from their conservative pipe dreams as we were hit with tariffs and annexation threats. and then trudeau resigned, leaving his bad blood behind. and then the NDP nuked themselves by publicly betraying the minorities they claimed to serve with their "we dont care who you vote for as long as they arent liberal" strategy, ending the split progressive vote as they were left behind. and then Mark Carney, the best possible liberal leader for this moment in time to win as many people over as possible, was elected liberal leader. Not all of these things are good, many are terrible, many are complicated, but politics is incredibly complicated, and it's the system we work on, so it's the hand we have to play.

And it was close tonight. It was uncomfortably, nauseatingly close, even with all these factors at play, even with ridings in the prariries of all regions going red, because that's how guaranteed a conservative win seemed not too long ago.

But they didn't win. We won.

I want us all to take this moment in time and think back on it when it all seems hopeless and like it'll never be right again. An anti-doomerism moment if you will. Because he was going to win, that wasn't a question, he WAS going to win. And then he didn't.

NEVER. KILL. YOURSELF.

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For many people (my mother, for example), complaining is a way to get a type of catharsis about things being bad without having to do anything to change them.

This is not great, to be sure.

But if like you say, the options are "accept the bad", "change the bad" or "kill yourself", a lot of persistent, non-constructive complaining lives on the cusp of the "kill yourself" option.

Whether it's because the bad things in their life may be solvable but they're worn out and overwhelmed and can't muster the executive function to even think of a solution, or because the bad things in their life are in fact unsolvable and more shit than anyone should be expected to deal with -the persistent complainer is there, on the cusp of "I might as well die, I can't keep going on like this".

That's where complaining comes in.

Because even screaming "I might as well die!! I want to fucking die, at least it would be over!!" like my mother often did, is a way to stave off the point where someone actually kills themself. In that sense, it IS constructive. It's not about solving the problem the complaint is about, but about keeping the door open for a different solution, one that isn't quite so drastic and permanent.

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Alternatively, complaining is often a form of smalltalk. Especially if it's about "generally known" facts of the world (the weather, traffic, human stupidity, the world going to shit, etc). These are experiences people share with each other. Smalltalk gets a bad rep among introverts and neurodivergent folk, but it is really just a form of looking for reassurance and recognition, like two strange dogs sniffing each other's' butts. People passively and *jointly* complaining about something is a bonding experience. It's important for this to work that the topic of the complaint is a commonly understood, shared issue largely beyond the complainers' influence. This is necessary to make sure the complaining remains a passive exchange of "yes I too acknowledge this issue, this is a thing we share" rather than pity-farming or a call to action.

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I don't know if looking at it from these angles is at all helpful to you. But I personally find most non-constructive complaining sits in one of these two categories. People who complain endlessly about their own misfortunes are exhausting but they're, at least on some level, just trying not to die. People who complain endlessly about random common stuff are also exhausting, but they probably just lack other ways of feeling reassurance and human connection.

Okay I know I keep posting about the same subject over and over again, but in my defense I'm trying to do my best to unlearn it so it's not like I just repeat the same actions expecting a different result. But I just am not used to my boyfriend's family's way of habitual complaining. Like the way I grew up, you have problems you can fix, so you shut up and fix them, and you have problems you can't fix, so you shut up and accept that that's just how life is sometimes.

Complaining is a way of asking someone to help you troubleshoot what you can do to fix a problem, or help remind you that there's nothing you can do, and therefore it's neither your fault nor responsibility, and therefore you can just accept that it is like that. You're doing someone a favour by pointing out that the things they'd have to do to make the problem stop existing are so over the top absurd that there is no shame in simply stoically accepting that there is nothing you can do, and be done with it.

The concept of complaining about something that you are 100% aware is not fixable, not within your power to fix, and which has always existed and will always continue to exist - such as human stupidity - is absurd to me. Beyond my comprehension. It's like trying to dry your wet socks by rinsing the wetness out of them, when you know that this isn't how drying clothes works.

I try to remind myself that sometimes people just complain about things nobody can do anything about for no other reason than to complain about them. And while I really don't know what you're supposed to say when people do that, apparently I should not tell my boyfriend's mother that unfortunately stupid people - especially teenage idiots - have always existed and have always done stupid shit, and unfortunately they will continue to exist for as long as it's illegal to shoot them.

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what an annoying yellow man

[do not repost my art to other sites]

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"Why did I trust you?"

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I have been cursed by making this Tumblr.

At my job, I just gained responsibility of a giant data migration that involves fixing the fundamental data structure of our horrible, no good, very bad Salesforce implementation.

I have become the designated fixer of the Datamodel of Disaster.

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we got another good news roundup!

the fight is still on! don’t give up!

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It's a good thing I dressed in shrouds today because I feel like I got murdered.

(This "repricing" project is gonna be the death of me. I want to go home.)

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On a lighter note, I'm also wondering. Did anyone else go from scoffing at monogrammed/personalized stuff to being super hype about it after burying their deadname? Because I fucking love initial charms and such now and I used to think it was so cringe, I need to know if I'm crazy xD

Earrings: Ask and Embla

Necklace: an unholy construct of ribbon, a vintage moonstone scorpion brooch, and an Ask and Embla "R" charm.

Top: vintage velvet and lace top (that may or may not have been part of a pyjama set)

Shrug: thrifted, no brand sheer kimono

Pants: Zara palazzo pants (a recent purchase, you can probably still get them)

Belt: Restyle cathedral cincher

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