Thoughts

I still don’t really get tumblr. I’m not a very image-literate person, and get easily confused by moving pictures. I miss the heights of Livejournal before (almost) everyone migrated to Facebook.

I think this is too polite and direct to be a passive-aggressive note. It amuses me each time I walk past it on Landsdowne Terrace London WC1. It’s next to/underneath a University College London building, possibly halls of residence. 
See http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/ for some good reading.

I think this is too polite and direct to be a passive-aggressive note. It amuses me each time I walk past it on Landsdowne Terrace London WC1. It’s next to/underneath a University College London building, possibly halls of residence.


See http://www.passiveaggressivenotes.com/ for some good reading.

picturingmyfood:

Buttery chicken livers and veg, brown rice, cabbage. Nice!

picturingmyfood:

Buttery chicken livers and veg, brown rice, cabbage. Nice!

OUR LIVES ARE MEANINGLESS AND NOTHING WILL REDEEM THEM
Some things I like

Whitby

Going to the gym when holidaying

Train travel

Indian head massage

Back massage from someone I trust

Hampstead Heath

Gazing at myself in the mirror

BDSM

Making someone a cup of tea in their own home

Having teeth so clean that I like to lick them

Alphabetising/cataloging things for fun

Simple repetitive labour through choice with an end in sight

Walking/cycling in the rain in appropriate clothing

A good old gossip

'Alone-time'

I want to drive a f*cking flying car someday, and the trans person who might invent it is stuck responding to Guardian editorials that treat them like they’re subhuman.
Unfortunately true for me. Trying to change this, but I rarely get dressed in the room where clothes are ‘supposed’ to live (bedroom).

Unfortunately true for me. Trying to change this, but I rarely get dressed in the room where clothes are ‘supposed’ to live (bedroom).

friendlyangryfeminist:

homophobia + misogyny means to be a Good Bisexual Woman one mustn’t kiss other women at bars for fun unless we want to be one of those fakers, and we mustn’t have threesomes and we mustn’t have open relationships and sleep with more than one gender

because doing so…

When disabled people, Autistic and non-autistic, say that they use identity-first language to refer to themselves, a common retort is “I don’t understand why you would define yourself by your disability.” To me, this doesn’t make sense. I call myself disabled because I don’t think my disability needs to be held at arm’s length, not because I believe that I’m autism on legs.

(As with my other traits, I refer to my disability with an adjective-noun construction which is common to the English language. I would also describe myself as a long-haired woman. So far no one has come forward to demand that I instead refer to myself as “an individual with long hair,” or accused me of “defining myself by my hair length.”)

I’m starting to think that when people say “defining yourself by your disability” they really mean “talking about yourself in a way that reflects the belief that your disability is not detachable.”

Illusion of Competence (via glitterencrustedbunghole)

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This is perfection.

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