Thank you for scaring the youth and male boyfriends who just got into Utena by doing Jungian chromatic analysis for the brave rewatchers doing football numbers
considering anthy & nanami as parallel, we can see nanami's yellow student council uniform as the exudate of a bleeding wound (the red rose bride dress). drainage of this clear/light yellow fluid means the wound is healing. once the wound closes, it stops
Apolitical gamers are really being forced to learn previously niche, left-wing-coded concepts such as rent extraction & enclosure of the commons because of Playstation
Something that always fascinates me as a woman who has suffered from mental health issues my entire life is how men are like “no one cares about men’s mental health.” No one cares about women’s either lol
The United States began as a colonial slave republic with endless bloodlust & is now a globe-spanning empire keeping billions of people under conditions of siege & misery to enrich its metropole. Any hope for peace & prosperity depends on its complete destruction as an entity.
Food Not Bombs was classified as a terrorist groups in 1988 because the US claimed we might encourage the public to demand military spending be diverted to domestic needs.
SOUP STREET
A memoir by Food Not Bombs co-founder Keith McHenry
https://t.co/aiZQEfdC1X
Annoying people progress faster because they get more feedback from the world vs aloof people who try to figure things out in private and place a paramount value on not bothering anyone or being seen trying, failing, or not-knowing
The neurodivergence and trauma ouroburos really beat my ass dawg I keep forgetting my family is full of unapologetically cruel people who’ve been psyoped by multiple regimes so their politics are also totally incoherent. Like a weapon of torture to engage with
my mom used to take me to places on a leash. i wasn't allowed to ride my bike whatsoever outside of the complex where my dad had a garage. NEVER DIAGNOSED they just never let me do anything potentially enriching so i had to leave when i was 18
Wow... I just read a post about "Elopement Syndrome" that is an autistic trait that is essentially the feeling of needing to uproot life and start over in a completely new place. The tendency to want to run off into the forest or just run off in general... And honestly idk... the more I find out about this stuff the more it devastates me because I keep learning that my entire life has just been a bunch of autistic coping mechanisms.
I hated my life. Not much you can do about intense feelings of fear and helplessness and a need to escape when you are 6 yet they will follow you for eternity. Things got a little better after my parents split & stopped hurting each other and breaking stuff in front of me
I would’ve wandered right out of the house if I didn’t get reoccurring nightmares about the dark echoey hallway/stairwell where I would open a random door and be at kindergarten (which I also did not like)
My partner started saying “I wish we had gotten Bernie, Kamala, or Hillary” but I insist it would have made no difference to anyone in the global south (which includes both of our families). And it’s not what happened. I only wish for no more presidents
“Violence alone, perpetrated by the people, violence organized and guided by the leadership, provides the key for the masses to decipher social reality. Without this struggle, without this praxis there is nothing but a carnival parade and a lot of hot air.”
- Frantz Fanon
“I would call him Napoleon, but Napoleon made his way to empire over broken oaths and through a sea of blood. This man never broke his word. I would call him Cromwell, but Cromwell was only a soldier, and the state he founded went down with him into his grave. I would call him Washington, but the great Virginian held slaves. This man risked his empire rather than permit the slave trade in the humblest village of his dominions. You think me a fanatic, for you read history, not with your eyes, but with your prejudices. But fifty years hence, when Truth gets a hearing, the Muse of history will put Phocion for the Greek, Brutus for the Roman, Hampden for the English, La Fayette for France, choose Washington as the bright, consummate flower of our earlier civilization, then, dipping her pen in the sunlight, will write in the clear blue, above them all, the name of the soldier, the statesman, the martyr, Toussaint L’Ouverture.”
-Wendell Phillips