hydromellucida

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they/she・not not m**v*ynot・this pussy nonbinary too・incomplete without surface noise・晴天就算不多 还不是得过・becoming so quickly obsolete, while remaining so durable

list of kinds of tea on a chalkboard but “sister love” is wiped off
Thailand Mae Suai, Chiang Rai Quiet, Endless Searching raspberry, macadamia, pineapple, white chocolate Producers: Smallholder Producers; Nawin Yaesorkoo; Beanspire Coffee Process: Natural Varieties: Catuai, Typica, Chiang Mai, SJ133 Altitude: 1,350 MASL Net wt. 120z (340g)
maeve lying down in a field. it looks like they’re naked apart from a choker but really they’ve just slipped a dress strap off one shoulder and are lying on a tapestry and it’s just angles
the world’s most blocking me transsexual
[spotify lyrics] I don't think you're ugly but you think you're ugly and because you think you're ugly you are gonna hurt somebody You just won't transition so now it's your mission to make all the life decisions for somebody who transitioned I just think it's odd that we were kids, and you were not
i don’t even have something snarky to put instead of the text but i’m sure as fuck not making this searchable
did the day get better?
quoted post before the quote was removed by OP
a post with identifying information covered up apart from the fact that it was reposted into my timeline on this account: “just saw a trans woman online. shaking my head so everyone knows i think she's an evil rotten bitch because i vaguely remember that she wasn't nice to someone once a year ago. i was not rest until i see her downfall. i'm an ally btw.”
Tyra Hunter was headed for work in the passenger side of a vehicle in Washington D.C. on August when her car was broadsided at an intersection. When fire department personnel arrived on the scene, onlookers already had pulled Tyra and the driver from the car. As a crowd gathered, firefighter Adrian Williams and others began treating the injured-that is, until Williams cut open Tyra’s pant leg and noticed she had male genitalia. At that point, according to eyewitnesses, Williams stood up and backed away from Tyra, who was semi-conscious, complaining about her pain, and gasping for breath. Williams was quoted by one witness as saying, "This bitch ain't no girl… It's a n*****, he got a dick" […] As the “jokes” continued, bystanders began to plead with the emergency responders to resume working to save Trya’s life. One bystander was quoted as saying, "It don't make any difference, he's a person... a human being". After some time, other firefighters attended to Tyra's inuries, and she was transported to D.C. General Hospital, where she was placed under the care of Dr. Joseph A. Bastien, who failed to provide a necessary blood transfusion or insert a chest tube necessary for Tyra's medical care. She was pronounced dead later that day. Of course, the "treatment" Tyra received is not an isolated incident. Popular transgender lore would interpret the events precipitating Tyra's death as medicalized transphobia, which of course they are. But a broader politico-theoretical framework allows us to understand Tyra's body (before and after the accident) as a site where the medical establishment enacted what Henry Giroux calls a "biopolitics of disposability:· a "new kind of politics... in which entire populations are now considered disposable, an unnecessary burden on state coffers, and cosigned to fend for themselves" […] The consequence of this logic effaces the way power and life are maintained and reproduced through the deaths of certain others.
The NYC Menace's Statement to Mr. Norm MacDonald: Mr. Norm MacDonald Saturday Night Live NBC Studios 30 Rockefeller Plaza New York, NY 10019 February 27, 1996 "In Nebraska, a man was sentenced for killing a female crossdresser who had accused him of rape and two of her friends. Excuse me if this sounds harsh, but in my mind, they all deserved to die." —Weekend Update Report Dear Mr. MacDonald: I am writing to you about your unfortunate attempt at humor over the violent murder of Brandon Teena, a 20 year old transexual man in Falls City, NB. 40 of us from around the US flew in to hold a Memorial Vigil outside the opening day of the murder trial which eventuated in John Lotter's sentence, which in turn occasioned your remarks. I take pleasure in admitting I was one of those instrumental in organizing that Brandon's Vigil. By mid-afternoon, the local Neo-Nazis and skinheads were circling the block, spitting out their windows at us, trying to sideswipe us, and giving "Seig Heil" salutes. Eventually the police had to step in to protect us. Such is the climate of violence and hate in which we as transpeople live, even when simply trying to mourn our dead.
bsky compose window with the text “window seat” and a default/missing pfp. an error message reads “account is deactivated”
co-stay day at a glance notification: your rage is valid.
fake(?) google translate screenshot: “buca di beppo” -> “beep hole”
dessert container with “SORRY =)” written on it
ios settings: all notifications off for the bluesky app
an oddly familiar circuit board, spare, as if it were designed in the 1980s, with a large spot of corrosion on it, as if it were first used in 1990
[tumblr post by derinthescarletpescatarian] Lean into the funny idiot archetype so that when you're unexpectedly hypercompetent at something they give you The Look where you can see them reexamine their entire perception of you in confusion, respect and no small amount of fear, and when you keep playing funny idiot they will be forever wary of you. Let them find out, incidentally, that the jester keeps a knife under his hat, and never figure out how to deal with that because they won't abandon their boxes. [reply by theshitpostcalligrapher: image of the line “them find out, incidentally, that the jester keeps a knife under his hat” written in calligraphy, red ink on a small white card]
a maslow’s hierarchy but it’s (bottom to top): basic needs - the way you make me coffee, your smell, sharing body heat - scrolling on our phones side by side, watching trash tv with you, your face psychological needs - putting on a little outfit for date night with you, sharing memes - sharing gossip, the way you quietly deliver the funniest joke i've ever heard self-fulfillment needs - your hand on my thigh in the car
co-star daily notification: You are not for everyone.
[photo of kobo laid atop art book from previous post] Naturally I feel no shame in writing these things because of the time which separates the moment when they are written-when only I can see them-from the moment when they will be read by other people, a moment which I feel will never come. By then I could have had an accident or died; a war or a revolution could have broken out. This delay makes it possible for me to write today, in the same way I used to lie in the scorching sun for a whole day at sixteen, or make love without contraceptives at twenty: without thinking about the consequences. (It is a mistake therefore to compare someone writing about his own life to an exhibitionist, since the latter has only one desire: to show himself and to be seen at the same time.)
cover of _casa susana: the story of the first trans setwork in the united states, 1959-1968_ by isabelle bonnet & sophie hackett: a photo of four trans women from that era holding cameras. the book is still in shrink wrap and set on a table.
moomin coffee mug with little my on it
musicians at a party, most notably matthew sweet and bill berry in dresses behind michael stipe playing guitar. they’re all very young. more names in the article
still from the cowboy junkies “sweet jane” video: rose, a hand, a bed
a girl who looks like she might be sitting on her own in a small café in ricksmanworth, having a sudden realization of what had been going wrong all this time, and finally knowing how the world could be made a good and happy place. this time it would be right, it’d work, and nobody would have to get nailed to anything. she looks like she’s from a bbc tv adaptation from another decade, and her hair is medium-light and undyed, and she’s cis, but she does have a big dorky coat and lots of layers. i’m choosing to believe that that mug is full of tea. life speaks with a voice to you, a voice that brings you answers to the questions you continually ask of it, and sometimes you never consciously detect it or recognize its tones until it says something it’s never said to you before.
co-star daily notification: your heart is full of dents.
consecutive bsky posts in the timeline just now: 1. @fabjx.bsky.social: - laranja com pão não tinha o direito de ser uma combinação tão apetecível - não quero saber dos ditados das vossas avós relacionados com comer citrinos à noite 2. @theonion.com: - Man So Hungry He Could Eat An Orange [link preview with photo of an area man contemplating an orange]
apple maps for a place called Bully Me Now
Q. Where do these forecasts come from? A. The US National Weather Service's Short-Range Ensemble Forecast model. Q. What does the number represent? A. An estimate of much snow you're going to get over the next few days. Q. Starting when? What if it's already snowing? A. Starting now, the moment you refresh the page. The number only includes future snowfall, not snow already on the ground. Q. Why don't you include the snow that's already on the ground? A. We don't know how much snow is on the ground. Q. Why not? A. It's complicated. In some ways, the future is easier to consistently measure than the past. Q. What? A. Never mind.
a tallboy of kolsch atop the frame of our shower (towel, soap, etc). they gave me half of it before havinf a shower beer because they are, and i quote, “a little baby” 💜
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moon notification: how bad could it be
open the door and see the mountain
[inside flap, price listed as $1.95:] Jazz is American—as American as skyrockets on the Fourth of July or turkey on Thanksgiving Day. It's our own unique music that grew and grew until the whole world sat up and listened. Jazz has a history as exciting as its rhythms. The roll of African drums, the dancing quadrilles of old New Orleans, the marching tunes of that city's brass bands, the work songs of the levees, the field hollers of the cotton plantations, the spirituals, the jubilees, the blues, the offbeats of ragtime-all these went into jazz's making. In THE FIRST BOOK OF JAZZ Langston Hughes, a longtime
cover of _the first book of jazz_ by langston hughes w/ illustrations by cliff roberts. two-color printing in that sort of midcentury cutout style that feels musical
still from BABFILM (1976; dir. ottó foky) in which the beans are in a full sporting arena of some kind
item from a psych questionnaire: Feeling afraid as if something awful might happen: - Not at all - Several days - More than half the days - Nearly every day the last choice is selected.
webcomicname panel of an “oh no” speech bubble which it itself saying “oh no” (this is known as ted’s law)
I waken out of this forgetfulness very quickly. In great haste, I reconstitute a memory, a confusion. A (classic) word comes from the body, which expresses the emotion of absence: to sigh: "to sigh for the bodily presence": the two halves of the androgyne sigh for each other, as if each breath, being incomplete, sought to mingle with the other: the image of the embrace, in that it melts the two images into a single one: in amorous ab-sence, I am, sadly, an unglued image that dries, yellows, shrivels. (But isn't desire always the same, whether the object is present or absent? Isn't the object always absent? —This isn't the same languor: there are two words: Pothos, desire for the absent being, and Himéros, the more burning desire for the present being.)
two lines of text alone on a page: History reproducing itself becomes Farce. Farce reproducing itself becomes History. unlike the next image, this is an actual scan of a page. real, if you like
white vinyl. shitty cartridge. typecon poster.
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