the tbh creature has done more for autistic people than autism speaks ever has
ITS ME
Being autistic and having been diagnosed at twelve years old is so inherently funny to me cause like I was knowledgeable enough to know that something was clearly weird or off about me. But not knowledgeable enough to realize that the DSM-5 wasn't kidding when they said that symptoms could be managed but would always be lifelong
Like my meltdowns are still a massive pain. Just now they're about things that could make sense like grades and not stuff like the sun exploding within my lifetime
I think a lot of what people call radical feminism on tumblr is really feminism 101 but people don’t want to acknowledge that being born female means that in almost all of the world if not the entire world puts us at an innate disadvantage
Y’all I just made Mac and cheese from scratch without a roux
I feel like a lot of feminism offline would get considered discourse on tumblr
thinking about how in why we build the wall from hadestown, the workers under influence, or rather as extensions of hades, one hive mind lost of individuality, sing about how the wall that they’re building keeps out the enemy (poverty) because the enemy is after their work.
“The enemy is poverty, and the wall keeps out the enemy.”
the work in question however, is the building of the wall.
“What do we have that they should want? We have a wall to work upon. We have work and they have none.”
now, hades says it himself:
“And our work is never done, my children, my children.”
and that’s what capitalism does, or rather, is. it’s a vicious cycle that relies on the fear of poverty, poverty created by capitalism itself, to keep functioning. it thrives on exclusion and fear mongering. and that’s why, in hadestown, what sets the riot in motion is love, expressed through song. if capitalism blooms when watered by hatred of anything other, anything that is not created by capitalism itself, then it is beyond important to keep the parts of ourselves and our communities that have not been touched by that hatred, such as love or music or art or writing or speech or alive. by doing that in the world we live in now, we keep hope alive of the world we dream about.