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gladiolusdraws · 20 days

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We feast on mushrooms when we are alive

But they say, when we die...

Mushrooms feast on us.

#mushrooms #mycelium #mycology #diversity in nature #nature heals #poetry #poems on tumblr #gladio draws #gladiolus draws

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rbembry-blog · 10 months

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# How to Reclaim Nature as a Healing Space for Black Folks

Nature has always been a source of healing and wellness for humans. But for many Black people, nature has also been a place of fear, trauma, and oppression. In this blog post, I will share how I learned to reconnect with nature and its healing properties, and how you can do the same.

## Why Nature Matters for Health and Wellness

Health and wellness are not just about physical health. They also include mental and emotional health, which are often neglected or overlooked in our busy and stressful lives. According to the American Psychological Association, Black people are more likely to experience chronic stress, depression, anxiety, and trauma than other racial groups. These mental health challenges can affect our physical health as well, leading to higher rates of chronic diseases such as high blood pressure, diabetes, heart disease, and cancer.

One way to cope with these challenges is to spend time in nature. Nature can provide us with many benefits, such as:

- Reducing stress and improving mood

- Boosting immune system and lowering blood pressure

- Enhancing creativity and problem-solving skills

- Increasing self-esteem and confidence

- Fostering social connections and community

Nature can also help us heal from the wounds of racism and oppression that have been inflicted on us for generations. Nature can remind us of our ancestral roots, our spiritual connection, and our resilience. Nature can offer us a space to breathe, to reflect, to heal, and to grow.

## How I Reclaimed Nature as a Healing Space

I was not always comfortable in nature. Growing up in an urban environment, I did not have much access to green spaces or natural landscapes. I also learned to associate nature with danger and violence, as I heard stories of how my ancestors were enslaved, hunted, and lynched in the woods. I felt disconnected from nature and its beauty.

But that changed when I joined programs that focused on health and wellness in Nature, of all places the boys’ scouts, I loved it, the camping and hiking part, not the colonialism! Later on my own with my family began enjoying larger family and unity csmpouts, sparked in part by my eldest brothers love of nature such as camping, fishing, and skiing, yes skiing "black people can ski." I developed a commitment to Reclaiming Nature specifically for Black Folks because it felt so restorstive, natural, and ancestral. The forest is like a symphony, a hip hop cipher, a miles Davis jazz tune, a beautiful painting, or a soul food meal. If you like any of those items, you will love the forest, the rivers, the lakes, the falls, and the trails.

This program BOETIE aims to introduce Black people and people of color to various outdoor activities that promote health and wellness, such as hiking, biking, camping, paddling, gardening, and more. The program also provides workforce development opportunities for young people who want to pursue careers in the outdoor industry.

Through this program, participants will learn how to set up tents, camp sites, and fire pits, prepare for inclement weather, and recreate responsibly. I learned how to navigate trails, rivers, and forests as a young man, I learned how to identify plants, animals, and stars as a young adult. I learned how to appreciate nature's beauty and diversity as a healing space in my middle ages.

But more importantly, I learned how to heal myself in nature. As an elder, I learned how to release my fears and anxieties. I learned how to reconnect with my ancestors and their wisdom. I learned how to embrace my identity and my power. Learned tools from local master of healing and thebpower of nature such as Rev Harriett Walden, Oreshade Odwala, Mickey Fearn, Payton Spivey all set examples for myself and my family.

## How You Can Reclaim Nature as a Healing Space

If you are interested in reclaiming nature as a healing space for yourself and your community, here are some steps you can take:

- Find a local organization that offers outdoor programs for Black people and people of color. Some examples are Outdoor Afro, GirlTrek, Black Girls RUN!, Black Outside, and Diversify Outdoors, Black People Hike, Black People Camp Too, The Bronze Chapter and the Black RVers Association. If we work together as a collective we can fuel a revolution in health and wellness in our communities.

- Join or create a group of friends or family who share your interest in nature. You can support each other, learn from each other, and have fun together.

- Start with activities that are easy and accessible for you. You don't have to climb a mountain or camp in the wilderness right away. You can start with walking in a park, gardening in your backyard, or birdwatching in your neighborhood.

- Learn about the history and culture of the land you are visiting. Find out who are the original inhabitants of the land, what are their stories and traditions, and how you can respect and honor them.

- Practice gratitude and mindfulness in nature. Take time to notice the sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and feelings that nature offers you. Thank yourself for taking care of your health and wellness. Thank nature for providing you with healing and wellness.

Reclaiming nature as a healing space is not only good for your health and wellness. It is also good for your soul. It is a way of reclaiming your heritage, your identity, and your power as a Black person.

I hope this blog post inspires you to explore nature and its healing properties. Remember that nature is your birthright, your ally, and your friend.

Shout out to all the folks working hard to get folks like you and me outside!

Reco, BOETIE Founder

[email protected]

Www.bembryconsulting.com

References: https://www.apa.org/advocacy/health-care/health-disparities

: https://www.cdc.gov/minorityhealth/index.html

: https://outdoorafro.com/

: https://www.girltrek.org/

: https://blackgirlsrun.com/

: https://www.blackoutside.org/

: https://www.diversifyoutdoors.com/

#respect #consistency #lifeskills #love #healing #self esteem #naturegap #self love #colslaboration #community #diversity in nature #reclaim nature

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ganondoodle · 3 months

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once you notice how few characters in media have brown eyes it really becomes impossible to not pay attention to it and its been bothering me ever since

#ganondoodles talks #i now its not that there are literally zero #but it almost is #and i get giving fictional characters non natural eye colors is fun #but blue and green is still everywhere evne tho those are also real #like sometimes it feels like brown is actively avoided #going for red or yellow instead #and i know in anime especialyl theres this idea i think that similar to hair color its bcs the majority of japanese people have those #so it feels 'more special' if its anything but that #idk how much of that is true #also its not just anime #feels weird #brown is such a diverse and beautiful color #makes me sad

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ghost-bxrd · 2 months

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"You're a kid whos mom was obsessed with a cult, and when you were just 12, she sacrificed you. You end in hell and expected to be tortured for eternity, but turns out the demon wanted a child of his own"

by WRITING PROMPTs

Maybe Bruce?

Aweee now, just imagine!

These cultists? Totally an accident that they for the ritual right. Jason doesn’t die so much as he just seem to kind of vanish into smoke and—

wtf.

Ok.

There’s- there’s a whole child.

Right at Bruce feet. All of a sudden.

A human child.

In hell.

And look, they couldn’t have chosen a worse demon to send a sacrifice to because Bruce? He’s a protector of children.

Because there’s something that so many story and demonology books get wrong.

Hell is for the bad people to be punished for all eternity.

And Bruce? And all the other demons populating hell? Well, they exist solely for one reason:

To punish sinners for the crimes they committed in life.

It’s a jail. Bruce and his fellow demons are the jailers. They don’t guard the doors of hell because they don’t want anybody to get in, they’re guarding them so nobody gets out.

But children, children have no business being in this place of torture and agony. Not ever. There’s a whole ass system in place to keep the good souls from accidentally wandering where they shouldn’t be.

So Bruce sees this tiny, starved child crying and screaming and— fuck. This is a Dick situation, isn’t it? He needs to go to earth. Again. And drag some people down to damnation all early and piss off death again. But you know what? Tough shit. They want a demon? They’re gonna get one.

(Jason is soon introduced to another strange human after he mysteriously pops back up on earth. His name is Richard “Dick” Grayson, and his teeth are too sharp and his pupils look almost reptilian in the right light, but he takes Jason to a big ass house with a real strange butler and lots of food.

Jason thinks he’s seen the weird Brucie guy who introduces himself as Dick’s dad somewhere before… but Jason is cool with not looking a gift horse in the mouth. After all, what are the chances he’ll fall into another cult’s hands so soon after the last?)

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sitting-on-me-bum · 4 months

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Gray Wolf Pups

Center for Biogical Diversity

#center for biological diversity #photographer #gray wolf pups #pups #wolf #animal #mammal #wildlife #nature

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earththings · 6 months

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#pretty mushrooms #I love the colors #so diverse #stay hydrated 🫶🏻#stay kind #stay safe #cozy aesthetic #naturecore #earthlings #earthcore #natural aesthetic #light aesthetic #fairy cottage #cottagecore aesthetic #autumncore #November

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happyheidi · 2 years

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Black girls with gardens 🍃

Link to their shops

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uncanny-tranny · 8 months

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Out in public, you will see a variety of different types of people, and you'll never be able to predict who you will come across. You'll see people who mutter, whisper, or outright talk to themself, either coherently or in "word salad." You'll talk to people with stutters and lisps and accents that might make it hard to comprehend at first. You'll walk by people in wheelchairs who stand up for a moment or two, people with canes who prop them on their forearm when they don't need it, or people who look "too young" to need something. You'll come across people who are wearing sunglasses or gloves or hats indoors, not even because they're "rude." You might encounter people who twitch or have facial or hand and limb tremors that are "odd" or make them look like they're "on something." You might see people who have severe burns, scars, redness of the skin, blotchy skin, damaged skin, flaky skin, or anything under the sun. You might pass somebody who wears their culture on their sleeve with pride. You might see somebody dressed "skimpy" or "revealing."

The point of this post is that you will encounter a vast array of people, and you will never know who you will see. This world is wide and diverse and beautiful because of that. We all come into public spaces bringing in our own ideas and biases, but it is up to us to combat those biases. It isn't a moral failure per se to have those biases. It is only a bad thing when you outright refuse to learn about others and refuse to treat other people like intrinsically equal people. We won't progress in society unless we are willing to do this. We can change the world for the better.

#politics #long post #a non-exhaustive list of what i meant by a diversity of people #the thing that makes this so important to me is that WE CAN CHANGE #this isn't the end of the line! this isn't 'nature' to treat people poorly for how they exist!

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televised-uhhh-nerdistry · 3 days

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Cartoon rec of the week:

Craig of the Creek

I haven't seen enough people talking about the show, so I'm mentioning it here. Absolute 10/10 cartoon. Just three kids, running 'round, making friends, running their own semi-sustainable community in the forest (there are some concerns about how much trash they leave there but ultimately they're better than most adults). Literally such a dream. they encourage each other to be emotionally healthy and they protect each other from "danger". Like they'll help each other achieve their dreams as they come (and new dreams show up pretty often because they're young kids).

And they're so funny! Like genuinely these kids are so earnest and intelligent and incredibly humorous and full of heart! They have full lives and they live them to the fullest out in nature after school, on the weekends, and in the summer. It's one of the best representations of found family I have ever seen in a cartoon, and I absolutely love it.

Also several of the writers behind the show are POC and queer (I think the head writers are all Black but I could be wrong), so you know that it was written well and the representation is awesome like I know that it should absolutely go without saying, but representation is much more than just showing BIPOC people on screen, and in terms of cartoons I haven't seen that many shows understanding that fact except maybe the Proud Family, Fat Albert, and a few others whose names will return to me once I've taken my ADHD meds. But the point is that Craig of the Creek gets it right. Most of the characters throughout the show (from what I've seen) are BIPOC, and you can tell that there are caring nods to BIPOC communities (primarily Black American communities), and more than that, that the writers know what they're talking about and are deeply familiar with and are a part of those communities. Craig, the titular character, is a young Black boy, and his family are middle class and ultimately very successful Black people. Kelsey (one of the main characters) is Jewish and Polish, and written with more complexity than having a one and done Hanukah celebration. The Creek's main business, a trading post, is run by Kit, a young Black girl with a love for economy and business. And many other characters are racial or ethnic minorities as well, and it warms my heart to see these characters done justice time and time again.

There's great subtle queer rep too, and you can tell it wasn't written just for the sake of representation, like it was thought out and intentional, and it worked beautifully. There are queer witches, and there are no labels applied to them, they're just allowed to exist with no explanations, happily in love with one another. There's a non-binary character later in the series (I'm only like 10 episodes in so I haven't met them yet but I've read amazing things about them). Kelsey also apparently identifies as a lesbian later in the series (I say "apparently" because I haven't done much reading so as to avoid spoilers, not because I am discounting her identity). On top of that, JP (one of the main characters) has a sister who is dating another girl.

There's also a significant amount of body positivity in the show, at least far than I've seen elsewhere. Not only do they openly say "all bodies are beautiful" and follow up on that by defending one another, there's also very little need to defend one another, because there's a very unspoken and deep respect in the Creek for things like body type, skin colour, disabilities, and so on. The kids of the creek, and their grown ups, are all different body types, and given their penchant for community and uplifting one another, it's no wonder they all seem confident in their bodies.

Not to mention the disability representation. There is a character later on in the series who is Black and deaf, and he not only speaks in Sign Language, but in Black American Sign Language. In addition, though unconfirmed, many of the kids in the creek embody aspects of various neurotypes. For example, the three main characters, Craig, Kelsey, and JP all come across as neurodivergent, with special interests, neurodivergent ways of thinking, and so on. Some have speculated that JP has Ehlers Danlos Syndrome, which is a disability often comorbid with ADHD. Not to mention that all the kids in the creek embody different special interests, most of which would be considered weird or frowned upon in everyday society, but that are given the opportunity to shine and flourish in the Creek's accepting culture.

Take the Horse Girls for example, a small clique of girls who roleplay as horses in a pasture near the Creek, and of course many of their behaviours are played as jokes, but ultimately they are accepted and involved in many adventures because of their unique interests and abilities which are ultimately how they aid the rest of the Creek. Every kid is a useful and accepted part of the Creek, with the exception of the ranger scout kids, who are essentially the same as cops, who are often exploitative, rude, and disruptive to the community as a whole.

Ultimately, the show is one of love, friendship, community, and acknowledging differences as a natural and helpful part of life. On top of that, it's not copaganda! What more could you want?

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gladiolusdraws · 24 hours

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Sitting in the park on a crisp spring afternoon is akin to being cradled in nature's embrace, where the gentle whispers of the breeze weave through the branches of blossoming trees orchestrating a symphony of tranquility.

As I settle onto the weathered wooden bench, I am immediately enveloped by the vibrant palette of greens adorning the landscape, each leaf a testament to the renewal of life that spring heralds. The sun, in its benevolence, casts its warm rays upon the earth, coaxing forth a kaleidoscope of colors from the surrounding flora, while the azure sky stretches out above like an endless canvas, punctuated only by the occasional cotton-white cloud drifting lazily by. The air is alive with the melodious chirping of birds, their songs intermingling with the gentle rustle of leaves to create a symphony of natural harmonies that permeate the very essence of the park.

As I close my eyes and tilt my face toward the sun, I feel the stresses of everyday life melting away, replaced by a profound sense of peace and contentment. The scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers fills the air, carrying with it the promise of new beginnings and boundless possibilities. Around me, the park is alive with activity, as families picnic on the lush green lawns, children chase one another through the playground, and couples stroll hand in hand along the winding pathways. Yet, amidst the bustle of life, there exists a quiet sanctuary within the heart of the park, where time seems to stand still, and the world fades away into a distant murmur.

I open my eyes once more, taking in the sight of the majestic trees that tower above me, their branches swaying gently in the breeze like dancers in a grand ballet. Each tree is a testament to the passage of time, its gnarled trunk bearing the scars of seasons past, while its verdant canopy reaches eagerly toward the heavens, as if in search of some greater truth hidden amongst the stars. I find myself drawn to a particularly magnificent oak tree, its branches outstretched like the arms of an old friend, beckoning me to seek solace beneath its leafy embrace. I rise from the bench and make my way toward the tree, feeling the soft grass beneath my feet and the earthy scent of the forest floor rising up to meet me.

As I settle beneath the oak's sprawling branches, I lean back against its sturdy trunk and close my eyes once more, allowing myself to become lost in the rhythm of nature's song. Time seems to slow to a crawl, and for a moment, I am simply content to exist, basking in the beauty of the world around me. In this moment of quiet reflection, I am reminded of the simple joys that life has to offer – the feel of sunshine on my face, the sound of birdsong in the air, and the sight of trees swaying in the breeze. And as I sit in the park, surrounded by the wonders of nature, I am filled with a sense of gratitude for the opportunity to be alive in this moment, to bear witness to the beauty of springtime trees in all their glory.

#diversity in nature #fursona #owl furry #forest friends #nonbinary furry #gladio draws #gladiolus draws #nature heals #prose

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alicefromwhichplanet · 12 days

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When can we see Arcee or Windblade again in the main cast?

I just feel they should be better representation of women compared to Elita One. Considering they’re not made to be love interests and have unique personalities and real growth arc. I miss how Cyberverse depicted Windblade and so many other interesting female characters, like Shadowstriker, Slipstream and Chromia.

From the trailer of Transformers One I can tell they want to make Elita One a “Sumerfette” among “Smurfs”, like the one single woman character among a bunch of men? I don’t like that idea and I also think Arcee or Windblade should do a better job since they’re not surrounded with implications of romantic relationship/love interest.

Did they delete them just to make Elita One more prominent? I’m tired of seeing her being the playwright‘s new favorite. I don’t think she’s so complex a character to be adored this much. And I still hate everything she represents.

#transformers one #maccadam #transformers femmes #elita-1 #arcee #windblade #slipstream #shadow striker #women’s representation #I still it’s better to give her up for more diverse women characters in the show #didn’t meant to spoil the fun but I don’t want to silence myself any longer #compared to all the efforts they’ve spent fixing her why don’t they work on better characters?#I know it’s worth trying but my feelings tell me I don’t want to see anything like that anymore #I really miss how good cyberverse handled transformers femmes in the most natural and interesting way #it feels like the playwrights are just favoring her for no good reason

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ostdrossel · 1 year

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It is fun

to identify different bird individuals. This year, there are several Grackles with white spots, but there is also one with missing head feathers, one with a weird eye that shall henceforth be known as Kermit, and all kinds of different shades. Long live the Grack diversity!

#birds #backyard birds #Common Grackle #Grackles #Count Grackula #bio diversity #feathers #Kermit #birds of Michigan #birds of north america #birdwatching #birdlovers #nature #Ostdrossel #birdphotography

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theelusivepoetalien · 7 months

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The function of the “gender critical” scholarship advocated in this session, like the function of the “race science” of the late 19th and early 20th centuries, is to advance a “scientific” reason to question the humanity of already marginalized groups of people, in this case, those who exist outside a strict and narrow sex / gender binary.

Transgender and gender diverse identities have long existed, and we are committed to upholding the value and dignity of transgender people. We believe that a more just future is possible—one where gender diversity is welcomed and supported rather than marginalized and policed."

#anthropology #sociology #do no harm #gender diversity #nature is diverse #good news

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skrunksthatwunk · 4 months

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you go to a lesbian blog and find it says women only!! no men allowed!!! and go oh! excuse me, um, what about other lesbians? plenty of lesbians are genderqueer... and they go well, okay, go fuck yourself tim chop off your sweaty dick and stop calling yourself a lesbian. you do not have a dick, actually. you think about that fact often, even though it does you no good. you do not tell this person that.

you go to another lesbian blog and it says women only and you try again, and this time they change it to wlw + nblw only (non-men who love non-men :D). and you'll say hey i appreciate that but gender's not really that cut and dry for a lot of people. someone could be both a man and nonbinary, for instance. i just worry that you're looking at nonbinary as a generic third gender, or an extension of womanhood. i mean yeah you include nblw in your tags but all your posts are about pussy-havers exclusively. what's with that? and they say go fuck yourself you pervy man pretending to be a lesbian. you tried to sneak in but i won't let you.

so you go to a lesbian blog with a dozen or so posts about queer people needing to be more weird about it and you sigh in relief. but you still see the men dni. that's odd. hoping for the best, you say hey! i know you mean well but please maybe don't put men dni at the end of the lovely posts on your lesbian blog bc some lesbians are men. and they'll be like ok!! well you're allowed ;) and you say no that's not. no. some men are lesbians not just me. you think about your own dicklessness and wonder if that's why you were given entry. and you add that even if male lesbians are allowed, there's no indication of that. how would anyone know without asking? and they're like ohh gotcha gotcha well men dni + this is for sapphics only!! and you'll be like ok well that treats the concepts of men and sapphics as mutually exclusive identities and i just told you that's not true and you agreed with me so.. i don't think that solves our problem. and they're like. ok. fine. men dni but genderfluid and multigender people are allowed! and you're like no see that's. that's still the same thing.. you're saying the same thing just with different words. if you don't want men to interact but you're fine with multigender/genderfluid/etc ppl interacting then you either don't see them as Real Men (because they don't reach a standard of Full Manhood) or Complete Men (because they're only Part-Time Men), both of which suggest that they are, in some way, not men or less-than men, which is invalidating and defeats the point of the exception in the first place (accommodation) OR that you don't really mean the dni which is confusing and inconsistent and makes guydykes feel weird and uncomfortable and excluded from the lesbian space you're trying to cultivate. and they're like um. ok. so. cishet men dni? and you're like well i think that makes more sense, but what if someone identifies as both a cishet man and a sapphic? again, if we're trying to accommodate the genderfucky populace then that has to be a possibility that is considered. and they say god you people are never happy. what do you want me to do? what am i supposed to say to keep the right men out? and you pause. you empathize with the need for a space free from dudes trying to fuck you straight and feminine. dudes who watch lesbian porn and joke about what they'd do if they were allowed into girls locker rooms. who look at you like a piece of meat, and like someone who looks at women like pieces of meat in the same way he does. you get it. you know. you want a space where you can be sapphic, too. that's why you came to these blogs in the first place. you brace yourself and you say well i don't know that there are "right men" to keep out. i don't know that there's any single label that would accomplish whatever it is you're trying to accomplish. you could go for "sapphics only" or "queers only" and i think that might be the closest thing to what you want, but it's never going to be perfect. creating any exclusive space is going to shut out people you didn't account for, and the broader the label, the more people will be shut out that you didn't want to shut out. and what about people who don't know if they're allowed? what of questioning transbians, where are they supposed to go? and, frankly, i think i might rather my dykey posts get read and appreciated by a gay guy who sees me as a man than a woman who only sees me as a sacred womb, pure from male perversions or violence or whatever. i think community might just be more complex than a dni can handle. and they look at you and say i don't want to not have a dni. i think you're too permissive. you can't just "what about" or microlabel your way into everything. go fuck yourself, i bet you're not even a lesbian anyway. go find a real problem to get mad about.

you go to a lesbian blog. you ignore the men dni because you know you probably don't even count to them. or maybe you do count and, out of respect for your manhood, they'd shun you accordingly. you try to feel okay about that. you scroll past dozens of posts about mediocre men and gagging at straight friends' boyfriends and how gross and undeserving men are of the beautiful women they couple up with and how all women should be gay so they can get treated right and and and and and. you finally find a post about curling into someone you love and feeling at peace and try to lose yourself in it. you know that feeling is what unites you, what makes you belong. you try to focus on it. you think about carding your hands through a butch's hair or lacing fingers with a femme and feeling warm and loved and more yourself than you ever have before. like this is who you're meant to be. you read about lesboys and butch boytoys and genderfucky dykes and big hairy deep-voiced wonderful women (like you want to be someday, like you wish you could make yourself) and you try to ignore the men dni underneath each and every post. and you daydream about meeting someone kind and earnest at a lesbian bar even though you don't think any such bars exist within three states of you and you can't drink and don't want to drink because you need to be in control of yourself at all times so you don't fuck up like you're always about to and here in the nonexistent lesbian bar you feel wanted and safe and in good company. you picture your ideal, happiest self. it is a mistake. ideal-you has a goatee. not the mascara one you smear on and call drag even though you know it's not drag, not really, the beard you call drag because you think everyone would look at you sadly if you told them it was just to pretend you had something out of your reach. a beard that's soft and that you grew and that cannot be smudged away if you get too comfortable with it. the dream shatters. your people pull away from you, their scoffs mixing with the mind-numbing gay girl bedroom pop you learned to settle for just to have something that almost resembled you, they all pull away and turn their backs and do not look at you. you're too close to being a man now, even though you're the same amount of man as before. and they know you're not supposed to interact with men, not as you would with dykes, at least. and it sours. it's all your imagination, all in your head, but it sours.

you sigh. you think about how small you are. how short, how narrow, how feeble. how your voice pitches up when you talk to strangers because it's easier to speak quietly when it carries more, and because you're nervous. because it's a chore to talk, like everything is. you think about testosterone. you think about how your family would look at you, the questions they would ask, your answers they would only pretend to accept. the uncomfortable glances and whispered questions they'd try to hide from you. you think about how small you are, and how small you will always be. how you don't know of a way to fix it, but even if there was one, no one would want you anymore. you'd be the only one thinking it made you a cooler dyke. you think about how you don't even want a T-voice all the time, how you'll never be able to switch it at will, because you don't know how and can't bring yourself to figure it out. you think about how your throat closes around every hint of your own attraction. how wanting is perverse, how wanting is invasive, how wanting is embarrassing and too vulnerable so it must stay anonymous, as an online witness, and how you can barely manage to form or maintain friendships because your brain makes you pull away, always spinning out and struggling to recover from the simplest of interactions. how they'll all leave you and you won't chase after them at all and how that will hurt them. how stuck you get. how it looks like nothing's holding you back, how that frustrates everyone who thought you were going to be more than you were. the people you love who understand except when it comes to being ghosted, being shut out. how you don't want to hurt them. how you can't tell them that because you're stuck. how you turn to stone when touched, how you never reach out, how you lose your speech and can't look at people, how your autism is fun and sexy until it becomes real and you never see them anymore, how much you longed for someone who knew everything without you having to explain, and who loved you anyway. how unreasonable you know that is to expect of anyone. you think about that not-even-real lesbian bar. you think about how you still can't drive. how you can't leave your home on your own, without dragging somebody into helping you. how you can't leave your body. how you can't leave your manhood behind.

you think about finding another lesbian blog and ignoring everything. about skimming it for the parts you can juice some meaning from. the parts men ignore and don't understand, and how typical of you it is to do so. or the parts where you're not welcome and you should accept that, because it's for lesbians only. how you are a lesbian anyway. how you're meant to choose lesbian or man, how each is a betrayal of some kind to yourself or your people, your family, your lovely strangers, your rare friendly acquaintances. about the parts that tell you you're not wanted, that you're ugly and lazy and gross and insert yourself everywhere without even asking. about the parts that tell you you are hated, and how lesbians are above it all by rejecting men. how lesbians are each blessed miracles. about the parts that say you should be ashamed of being whatever twisted confused freak you are, of everything, of looking and wanting or not looking or not wanting, of picking and choosing instead of taking it all in with a smile. after all, shouldn't you take it? or is your ego too fragile, as men's so often are? aren't you tired? good. we're not here for your consumption. and we sure as hell don't want your company or "community" or whatever. didn't you read the sign? no boys allowed. and if you want to come in you have to make up your mind. as if you haven't told them the only answer you have. you're both. you're both.

you know you broke the rule by interacting.

but it gets lonely sometimes. you wonder if they know.

#before i maybe get yelled at:#1) no i do not think ppl are evil for having men dnis no i do not think these are all equal transgressions even #though there is an overlap that should be examined that i think is based in a degree of lesbian separatism + exclusionism #2) yes there are lesbian blogs and people that are cool about genderfucky people. i'm not talking about them #3) this is a stylized vent post about trying to find lesbian content on tumblr that isn't like this. all these dnis/rules are ones i have #encountered. no i do not literally tell these people to change their dnis to suit me. the conversations are symbolic and ideological in #nature. if i find a blog with men dni i generally go somewhere else. it's about emotions. it's about my feelings on that it's not literally #about dming someone demanding they change things. it's not about demanding that You change things or else you're a bad person.#4) it is about the conflicts and hypocrisy and inconsistency of strict and exclusive sexuality labels persisting in gender-diverse spaces #and how it affects me as a lesbian who is a man who is a woman who is fucking whatever else. and yes it is about transphobia too.#5) it's about how lesbians feel the need to exclude men and how i think efforts to do so fail and hurt ppl and are often misguided #tht i think also comes up in like. bi lesbian/mspec lesbian/gaybian discourse. i'm not any of those myself but it seems like there's overla #6) if this post seems whiny and sad and insecure that's because it probably is. i have a right to be all of those things.#7) no i do not think all lesbians are man-hating assholes. i am a lesbian. i love lesbians. i love dykes and most of them are fantastic ppl #i just think the general bullshit of the world leads to this defensive thing that ends up hurting others in our community y'know?#8) i get that my perspective/experience is a bit unusual and many lovely ppl haven't considered it. that's part of why i'm sharing this #nyarla dni #<- sorry man it's too vulnerable. gonna keep this one to the internet-only folks

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I want Fae!Dick to scare Deathstroke, or Jason using his "scary big brother privileges" 🥺

Omg literally can you imagine tho!?

Like, I don’t know much about Deathstroke, only that he’s apparently had a phase or two where he’s obsessed with Robin and making him his apprentice.

And Dick? Oh boy did Slade bite off more than he could chew with that particular sidekick.

Dick is amused.

When Slade tries to threaten him? Well, sure. Okay, he can play along. He’s got his gimmick with the titans right now and Bruce isn’t here to lecture him on morals. So, bring it, old man! And Slade? Totally convinced he scared the kid into submission? He’s in for a nasty surprise, because he was expecting an angry, terrified kid who was gonna fight him every step of the way. Someone he’d have fun breaking and molding into his version of a good soldier.

He’s not prepared for Dick “several rows of teeth” Grayson, for Robin “you should really work on leaving so many loopholes in your instructions” sidekick to Batman, for Richard “I am about to make you regret the day your mom and dad had their first kiss” Grayson-Wayne.

And Slade does. He regrets it so, so much. By day seven he’s ready to throw in the towel when he once again wakes up in the middle of a swamp with Robin splashing through the murky waters like it’s a day at the beach, animatedly talking to a something that looks like an alligator but has way too many eyes and feathers to be one.

“What? You only said not to move anywhere with trees again. We’re in a swamp!”

“This counts as the woods!”

“You said trees tho” :))))

“There ARE trees!!!!”

“They’re mangroves, jackass. God, read the room. They’re real sensitive about being called trees.”

(Slade will forever deny that he sheds a tear out of sheer relief when Batman comes to pick up his weird af kid)

And I’m afraid Jason would never actively have to invoke scary older brother privileges. It’s more of a “Dick, I know I complained about my maths teacher one (1) time, but please don’t have the deer eat her.”

Dick, who was totally about to tell the deer to eat her: “… Not even a nibble?” 🥺

#the swamps mentioned above are inspired by parts of the Everglades #because that’s honestly also like it’s very own micro world #very beautiful #and very terrifying #in a different way to the swamps I have at home #a yippee to the diversity earth’s nature has to offer #also a yay to fae dick being an absolute menace without even trying #fae dick grayson #I’m sorry but literally I think Jason (and all the other batfam members) would have to hold dick back from lowkey vicious #with any minor inconvenience #dick would jump straight to violence if he thinks someone is hurting his precious family #meanwhile Jason: it was literally just a B for my English essay #dick: so does that mean I get to use her as fertilizer for the soil?#Jason: N O wtf is wrong with you?#dick: :((((((#Bruce: *headache*#jason todd #batfamily #dick grayson #batfam #robin #Nightwing #fae #the other things from the woods

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sitting-on-me-bum · 1 year

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Center for Biological Diversity

#center for biological diversity #mouse #animal #mammal #wildlife #nature

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