Logging off for the weekend as neither the library nor the cyber cafe open on Sundays. Thank you to every single one of you on X. You're either a trigger, a catalyst, or a reminder of who I am, was, or want to be, but truly, this platform has it all. And it just keeps on coming🌊
*You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out.*
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To everyone so eager to cancel someone for a tattoo they got at age 22, a drunk text, a selfie they took in the middle of a mental health crisis:
Show us your laptop.
Show us your iCloud.
Open your entire digital life to your worst enemy. No context. No filter. No explanation.
You won’t.
You won’t because you know what I know. Any one of us, frozen at our worst moment, photographed in our lowest hour, looks like a monster. Looks like a stranger. Looks like someone who deserves to be cast out.
That is not who we are.
My mom and baby sister were killed in a car accident when I was just a kid. Cancer took my brother Beau, my best friend and my rock. I battled alcoholism. I battled addiction. I chose the coward’s way out more times than I can count.
For years I believed the defining chapters of my life were written by tragedy, loss, and shame.
I no longer believe that.
Pain can shape us. Loss can humble us. Failures can leave scars that never fully fade. But none of them have the authority to define us.
And it sure as hell ain’t the critic that counts.
That authority belongs to us alone-the person in the arena.
Every setback presents a choice. Play the victim, or cut the bullshit and take ownership for who we become next.
Life does not determine our character. It reveals it.
Again and again we are asked the same question. When shit happens, what next?
We are not defined by what happened to us. We are not defined by the worst photo, the worst text, the worst tattoo, the worst night. We are defined by the person we choose to become. And by the courage to choose that person, every single day.
So before you reach for the gavel - show us your laptop.
You won’t.
The whole world saw mine. And I am still here. Still becoming. Still choosing. Still standing.
That is the only definition that matters.
The meat industry spent millions putting cartoon pigs on packaging so you'd never picture a real one. Smiling cows selling burgers, happy chickens selling their own wings. You weren't convinced, you were marketed to, since you were a child.
#Ocean
Who's this?
It's an eastern gobbleguts (Vincentia novaehollandiae)—a species of cardinalfish endemic to Australia’s southern coast.
The male cares for the eggs, which he stores in his mouth until they're ready to hatch.
It isn't easy to photograph these fish as they're primarily a nocturnal species and hide in amongst kelp or reefs during the day.
This stunning capture is by Nicolas Remy, the multi-award-winning underwater photographer and founder of The Underwater Club, an online photography school.
@Lewis_Bollard@PeterSinger@KelseyTuoc When you call yourself a farm animal advocate, is that compatible with veganism? Can we advocate for veganism, and for farm animals? (Genuine questions, BTW)
Loneliness does not come from having no people about one, but from being unable to communicate the things that seem important to oneself, or from holding certain views which others find inadmissible.
A primary goal of a cover-up is to define the situation for others so they cannot define it for themselves.
This requires managing the flow of information and preventing others from acquiring details that would challenge the definition that is being given to them.
The fundamental evil of the Epstein files is the same fundamental evil of animal abuse. Jaw dropping evil can be inflicted on vulnerable beings so long as it’s hidden in the dark.
The only solution is sunlight.
End the barbaric bullshit of non-veganism, in general.
Instead of fixating on the visible signs of animal abuse, which causes you great discomfort, include all unnecessary animal abuse, especially the majority of it which takes place out of mind, out of sight.
End it.
One of the things that's hardest to deal with is living in a world with normalised animal abusers who think WE'RE the strange one.
The religious ones are even worse.
I'm so tired of this bullshit.
Two topics I rarely discuss any more, in face to face conversations, as the outcome is too risky:
Animal abuse, esp. the legal, culturally acceptable abuse.
Child abuse, esp. the legal (in some countries), culturally acceptable abuse.