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enbycrip · 23 hours
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If you are in the UK and can take care of chickens, please consider offering a chance at an actual life to ex-battery hens who will otherwise be killed at their first moult at about six months old because it slightly reduces their egg production.
Industrial farming is a fucking dystopian nightmare. Please do your best to help the survivors.
https://www.bhwt.org.uk/hen-adoption/?fbclid=IwZXh0bgNhZW0CMTEAAR3LD4wrazUwVJBQEIkeZs_PLoZRNwgm3J5pWdDOaIo27ebb7f7IvA5-oUM_aem_AcUiXo1Rk8o8af-NRxXlCB0XjKjLcdGoMqx9_eAMgl5tEVR0rGhBxOWS8NIzFe1YYWkOYFILaVLyvBX33wmcRXb6
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enbycrip · 23 hours
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Started sticking a doggie waste bag on my rollator and bringing the grabber stick with me when walking Cynthie, because there’s just so much rubbish about and apparently the local association would rather pay for ridiculously over-frequent petrol mowing than litter pickup or more bins.
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enbycrip · 1 day
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Some pics of an outfit from last week I was just really pleased with.
Not just because I managed to dress in subtle nonbinary flag colours plus my Queer Wars tshirt (40th birthday present from my wonderful OH) but just for the whole vibe.
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enbycrip · 1 day
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A whole bunch of friends have told me that I’m genuinely presenting much more androgynously at various points this year.
I know it’s not necessary to present androgynously to be nonbinary - there’s literally no single way to be nonbinary - but, absolutely honestly, androgyny is a thing I’ve been wanting my entire life. I kept presenting much more traditionally femme for literally decades because I was small curvy and round in the face and just assumed I’d never remotely manage it because I wasn’t the tall slender elven waif I always dreamed of being. I just assumed I’d look terrible if I tried to present as androgynous.
Then I got sick, and found out more and more about gender, and about *my* gender, and thought “fuck it”.
And it turned out short hair looked much better on me than I ever guessed.
And it turns out there’s more ways to present androgynously than being built like Tilda Swindon.
And it turned out that a *fuck* of a lot of the nearly-eating-disorder that has plagued me since I was about 12 was actually dysphoria, and changing my presentation did a *surprising* amount to fix it.
But hearing from other people in the wild that I’m genuinely managing this, that it’s not just something that *I *see in myself - that’s still pretty special to me.
I’m 40. The fact that I’m still finding a new way to be authentically myself that is genuinely making me happier
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enbycrip · 3 days
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"Hard times are coming, when we’ll be wanting the voices of writers who can see alternatives to how we live now, can see through our fear-stricken society and its obsessive technologies to other ways of being, and even imagine real grounds for hope. We’ll need writers who can remember freedom — poets, visionaries — realists of a larger reality."
--Ursula K. Le Guin
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enbycrip · 6 days
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Just when you think lotr fanfic has peaked 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚
I saw a post saying that Boromir looked too scruffy in FotR for a Captain of Gondor, and I tried to move on, but I’m hyperfixating. Has anyone ever solo backpacked? I have. By the end, not only did I look like shit, but by day two I was talking to myself. On another occasion I did fourteen days’ backcountry as the lone woman in a group of twelve men, no showers, no deodorant, and brother, by the end of that we were all EXTREMELY feral. You think we looked like heirs to the throne of anywhere? We were thirteen wolverines in ripstop.
My boy Boromir? Spent FOUR MONTHS in the wilderness! Alone! No roads! High floods! His horse died! I’m amazed he showed up to Imladris wearing clothes, let alone with a decent haircut. I’m fully convinced that he left Gondor looking like Richard Sharpe being presented to the Prince Regent in 1813
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*electric guitar riff*
And then rocked up to Imladris a hundred ten days later like
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enbycrip · 9 days
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My Other Half, to Alfie the cat: “You be good too, little man.”
Alfie: “I do not subscribe to your ideas of morality, hooman.”
OH: “Fine. Look after Parent and they will give you many scritches.”
Alfie: “…that is acceptable.”
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enbycrip · 9 days
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“I SAY! MaDUM!”
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“ExcUSE me?!”
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enbycrip · 11 days
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Just got the first tick of the year off Alfie.
He did *so* well and just sat and purred as I twisted it off.
Remember to check your pets - I’ve no idea *where* he managed to get this, but the deer do wander into the gardens round here sometimes so I’m afraid I’m blaming them. And yourself too!
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enbycrip · 11 days
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This shit is so fucking important.
It’s cool to see DNA and traits move in populations in ancient DNA. It’s cool to see how that relates to modern populations, and how so many things we assumed from bits of written history, often by other peoples, are, if not dead wrong, More Complex Than That.
It is not fucking cool to see people trying to jam the dead dead horse of “race science” into this useful data. It’s fucking depressing.
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This NPR interview with with Angela Saini about how race science never really left the global scientific consciousness is super interesting! I’m gonna read her book!
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Yesssssssssssssss
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I love this stupid animal.
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enbycrip · 11 days
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I have been taking up weaving.
Making cloth is a very human thing.
A few facts surprise me:
How long it takes to warp the loom,
How many ways there are to fix mistakes,
How quickly knots can generate themselves.
Which facts become important as I weave,
And which, in final cloth, are meaningless.
The loom is on my bed.
A dozen dozen strings flow over foot and head
Soon rolled and taut and fit to pull and spread
As half or third are lifted in a shed.
I have been taking up weaving.
I have become insufferable at the mall:
Do you have anything that is all wool? All cotton?
I see a design, and am fascinated
Until I get close enough to see that it's a print.
I find myself wanting to touch:
The jackets, plackets, shirts and skirts and pants
Umbrella, sailcloth, carpet, rug and hat.
The satin, plain, and twill
Or even knit.
I have been taking up weaving.
By hand.
Each passage of the shuttle back and forth
Each roller ratchet clicking forth the cloth
Each beat and shed, each push and pull and turn
With selvedge straight or pulled-in
I will earn
The title "weaver".
This I hope.
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enbycrip · 11 days
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Getting my undercut redone always helps so much more with the dysphoria than I ever expect. It’s such a nice surprise every time.
(Alfie says hi 🐈‍⬛)
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enbycrip · 11 days
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All the craft groups I’m on because I like seeing people’s creations seem to be full of people making blue fucking puzzle pieces and talking about cure rhetoric.
Some of them respond well to having full facts about how fucking awful Autism $peaks, ABA and eugenics are when I drag all the trauma, the eugenicist discourse from medics I dealt with during my pregnancies, the terror I feel about how my wee brother could be treated, and why I personally would shy away from anyone wearing a blue puzzle piece for them. Others apparently would rather scream “hater”. I’ve been called a “TikTok autistic” more times than I can count.
When TS Eliot said “April is the cruellest month”, he had no fucking clue.
I’m so tired.
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enbycrip · 11 days
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Brilliantly restrained roundup of the slew of evidence that the Cass report is an horrendous, ideologically-driven, transphobic mess
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enbycrip · 12 days
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Seriously, if your idea of ​​"destigmatising autism” is “it isn't an intellectual/learning disability", you are part of the fucking problem.
No, it isn't, but *many* autistic folks are intellectually/learning disabled due to co-occurring conditions and they are just as much a necessary, valuable and important part of the autistic community as any other autistic person. You do not "destigmatise" any disability by distancing it from a historically marginalised and Othered disability. That's just shifting *more* stigma to the most marginalised disability, throwing the *most* marginalised and abused people in the autistic community under the bus as you do so, and *that* is disableist as all hell.
We do *not* promote #AutisticAcceptance by buying into a disableist worldview that devalues ​​disabled people, especially those who have historically suffered the most abuse and the most marginalisation. We promote autistic acceptance by accepting and taking pride in the broad diversity of our autistic community, with all of our needs, our co-occurring conditions and how that intersects with our other marginalisations, and by working for disabled liberation, accessibility and the end of disableism.
(Sorry, but it’s been one *fuck* of a long April already, and we’re not even halfway through yet).
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enbycrip · 15 days
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Not doing great with chest dysphoria atm.
I have long since given up any real idea of any kind of physical transition because I’m nonbinary and they rarely deal well with that, and honestly I’ve got so medical trauma from years of disability, not being believed and getting gaslighting every time I ask for any kind of help, plus I’m autistic, plus I’ve got hEDS so slow healing, plus my folks would undoubtedly not deal great with it, that dealing with the crumbling, shitty UK trans healthcare system would be so fucking much more than I could handle.
And yet, if I could just take these fucking flesh beach balls *off* it would be so nice not to deal with the days where I see these things on me and feel them stuck to my chest so I can never lie comfortably on my front - or most ways, tbh - and just want to scratch my skin off.
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