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never forget the universal rule of the order of things: People Will Not Read It
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i just think that, most of the time, you really do need to teach people how to love you. and equally, you need to be taught how to love others. this can feel scary and hard and even like a failure, especially if you're approaching a relationship with trauma - shouldn't it be easy to love me? yeah ofc. but love is an act of translation between people across experience, geography, culture, memory. it's constant, purposeful translation. and though it can be hard, there is real joy to be found in the teaching and learning of love.
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how is your 2025 resolution to unlearn your deep rooted shame going queen
#not great#not sure how i feel about everyone else also being in it#knowing other people feel the same way i do was bearable back when i was religious & believed suffering had purpose#anyway i told my therapist that i want to torture and kill my inner child and she did the 'i don't know... that's scary“ comic monk reaction
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social media has been a real boon for masking because it gives you access to an unrelenting 24/7 drip of millions of people's inside thoughts and worst snap judgements. from the moment social media became available i was suddenly armed with vast amounts of knowledge about how people perceive oddness and awkward moments with people like me, enabling me to calibrate (and mostly, restrict) my presentation more than ever before. what in the early 2000's used to be a vague sense of social misstep with no ability to contextualize it became an obsession with understanding, mapping out, and avoiding clashes with the contours of every other person's psyche. it has been hell, i think, for many of us. some things really are better off not known.
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One of the reasons that many autistic women get turned away from a diagnosis is that they are in a romantic relationship. how could she possibly have a disability related to social dysfunction? she was socially skillful enough to attain one of the primary goals of a woman's life, she has a partner! what this ignores is that for women, especially autistic women, getting into a relationship is something that can just straight up be done to you without you taking any action at all or even really consenting to it. Men approach women, involve themselves in women's lives, push women to give them attention and spend time with them, begin forming expectations around the woman's availability to them based simply on having been around her a lot before, and every individual in the woman's life will typically encourage her to grant the man a chance and get into a relationship with him, and will begin asking her questions and forming assumptions that push that relationship further along. when are you two going to move in together? surely you want to have kids! well of course he wants to spend a lot of time with you, you're dating! and so in fact a person who is disempowered due to misogyny and who is also extremely passive and socially confused due to autism can actually be even more likely to wind up into a relationship or always to be in one. hell a great many autistics say that they didn't even choose their friendships at all, those friendships just happened to them by virtue of proximity and sufficient pushiness (or interest) on the part of the friends! so it's actually very easy for an autistic woman, no matter her degree of social skills or ability to neuro conform, to wind up in a relationship.
#reblogging not because i relate to this#i've always existed firmly as the thing people point at & say 'oh god it looked at me what if it had a romantic thought about me ewww' place#just a reblog as a reflection of the profound pressure i always felt to find some way to be desirable to anyone on any level#and the encompassing shame when i began to fail early and often#oddly this was also perceived as evidence of me being neurotypical because i was hyperaware of the failure#i felt the appropriate amount of sucking self loathing because i am unappealing therefore i understood the system#therefore it was my own fault i could never force my personality to compensate for my appearance#rather than there were neurodevelopmental factors at play#the cultivation of incels and the invalidation of AFAB autists is the same mechanism
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Glitch Textiles presents: Binary Blankets
A collection of blankets aimed at making visible the hidden data structures that give shape to everyday life. The materiality of our digital age is composed of binary data encoded on electronic devices and transmitted through the airwaves on invisible frequencies of light. As an alternative to the screen, Binary Blankets literally gives you a way to experience the fabric of this otherwise invisible and intangible side of our digital world.
This initial collection features designs from a handful of binary files from programs such as Microsoft Word, iTunes, Google Chrome, and Mac OSX.
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NASA astronaut Karen Nyberg is a self proclaimed crafter. A week ago she made a stuffed dinosaur from scraps on the space station. The little T-rex is made form the lining of Russian food containers and the toy is stuffed with scraps from an old T-shirt. While many toys have flown into space, this is the first produced in space.
Photos: Karen Nyberg, via CollectSpace
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got stuck on the toilet earlier and my inner monologue started coming in cookie monster's voice for some reason
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Im gonna be so real can yall actually talk about ways we can support trans women in the UK instead of giving all the attention to fucking JKR. I already know that Harry Poter sucks, I wanna know how to actually HELP people. Something something you have to love the oppressed more than you hate the oppressor
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a world without trans people has never existed and never will
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hi y’all i just wanted to put you onto this fundraiser for the buffalo nations grasslands alliance. they’re trying to recoup some of the funds for black-footed ferret conservation on tribal grounds that the trump/musk administration has frozen, which is impacting not only the conservation efforts themselves but the livelihoods of the people working on them. the frozen grant is 1.1 million but this fundraiser has a goal of 50,000.
the fundraiser has 24 days left and has only reached 2% of its goal with 11 donations. black-footed ferrets are an endangered lazarus taxon that was thought to be extinct from 1979-1981 before being rediscovered by accident. they’re a miracle of conservation and it would be horrible to lose them for good, not to mention (again) the impact of people working with these animals losing their jobs which is outlined in the fundraiser link. indigenous-led conservation efforts are extremely important for a wide variety of reasons and as someone in the zoology area i feel obligated to share this fundraiser to contribute to those efforts.
i know that things are hard right now and there’s a lot of people and organizations all across the world that need help, so don’t feel pressured BUT if you have extra money and you can contribute to this fundraiser or share it with people who can that would be great.

super cute black-footed ferrets ^
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In the dream I'm crossing back over the river in my [why do I hesitate to call it my hometown, my childhood home, the place where we became widows and half-orphans], and it's crossing back because I am moving north and the sides of the gully are monumental, they're a huge book open to let me know where the borders of the river used to be, might be again as the glaciers melt - what's the meaning, the moving back, I am left trying to translate until later that morning, like every morning, the 8th Avenue bus sails me down the hill towards the river and the lights on the water, it's so early in the dark morning that the night bus is still running, is still not enough to get all of us to work on a Saturday morning, and that's the dream, the constant descending into the valley down the sides of what used to be the river, just to get over the thread at the bottom, going the wrong direction across the gouge in the landscape instead of into the mountains or out to the ocean, didn't you learn, don't you remember, you don't cut across, you have to cut lengthwise from the hands to the heart to get the blood out.
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