cant stop thinking abt ursula k. le guin’s essay abt the carrier bag theory….. she’s like, maybe the first human tool was not a weapon, but rather something that holds, a bag, a pouch, a vessel, something for gathering and storing and sharing. let’s shift the narrative of humanity from that of violence to that of safekeeping. and i’m like
you are invited to the starlight ball. tell me how you attend, and i will tell you who will dance with you.
there are 9 options for dance partners (gender ambiguous), all with a small piece of story and a prompt at the end to continue it if you so wish! (do let me know if you do, would love to read it!)
Smash that mf reblog button if you stoically ignore all labelled washing instructions and everything your mama ever told you about laundry and just send those bastards hurgling around in an overfilled tub to meet either death or glory
Although this is a festive occasion, it is also a date to protest against the harshness and the violence that our trans sisters and brothers face everyday
i'm from texas and i had to move away after coming out in middle school, due to it being unsafe to be a trans man in texas. with the recent news going on i wanted to put this in bluebonnet fields. i hope everyone else doesn't forget about trans rights for rural and southern people, because it really does feel like a whole other world between city and country sometimes and we have got a lot of work to do
[id: a trans man in a field of bluebonnets. he has a cigarette and a cowboy hat, which is tipped over his face. he is pre-op, and shirtless, with blue jeans on. he is reclining and wrapped in a trans flag. /end id]