thinking about when i was small, how my mom told me that pipe cleaners were just a tool until people started idly shaping things with them and it grew so popular that they were marketed as crafting materials. and that story about how the original frisbees were disposable pie plates that students flattened to throw. and how when i was a child i had a wooden mancala set with shiny, colorful stones, but on invention it was played with rocks and grooves dug into the dirt. and middle school, paper football and tic-tac-toe and mash and mad libs, games that just need pen and paper. and before that, games of pretend with pirates and princes and masked marauders. how at slumber parties after lights out, we used to whisper storytelling games, i say one sentence and you say the next. and shadow puppets. and the way all the kids in the neighborhood used to divide into teams and throw fallen pine cones at one another. and the floor is lava game, and the quiet game, and the games i play with my coworkers that are just words and retention. and “put a finger down” on the high school bus. and little girls clapping together, and how the first jump-rope was undoubtedly just a length of rope who knows how long ago, and how natural it is to play, how we seek play at every age and with any resources we have and with whatever time we can squeeze it into in a day. i’m not an anthropologist or a psychologist but i think after food and shelter and water and air what comes next is games and stories and laughter. i think that there is nothing – not sex or fighting or forming unlikely bonds with animals – there is nothing more human than to play.
I’m so lovng their vibe in this photoshoot XD And probably in general as well))) 3rd photo – Zhao Lusi looks like a hot angry kitten XD They match really well, ah 😍
something i’ve noticed that has become really annoying in the past 10 years or so is this fad of what i’ve been calling, for lack of a better word, “structural whataboutism.” it’s that thing where, when faced with a concrete, resolvable problem in your community, your answer is to blame it on a vast, unsolvable issue of structural inequality and then throw up your hands. “there’s trash all over the ground in this corner of the park” becomes “well, that’s where MEN OF COLOR congregate after their 12-HOUR GRAVEYARD SHIFTS and i’m not going to support a CARCERAL SOLUTION to a CAPITALISTIC PROBLEM. WE NEED TO ELIMINATE POVERTY AND THE SUBJUGATION OF THE WORKING CLASS” and it’s like okay but sis. someone still has to go pick up the trash. we don’t need a carceral solution, we need more trash cans. you’re not going to eliminate poverty and the subjugation of the working class and even if ya did, there would still be trash on the ground. how any of this passes for radicalism within their peer groups i simply don’t understand. it’s radical laziness more than anything else
I fully understand why “character A is astounded at the sight of character B’s penis” is a specific kink that gets tagged for, but the fact that some platforms choose to tag this kink as “penis awe” is unintentionally very funny. Now I’m picturing penis experience kink tags for all those other allegedly transcendent emotions in the glossary of your Philosophy 101 textbook. Penis faith. Penis Weltschmerz. Penis apprehension of the absurd.
The existence of penis awe must therefore imply its antagonistic opposite, cock ennui.
“i fell down the alt right pipeline because the left was mean to me :(” gonna be honest bud i think that’s a skill issue
if your pathological need to be coddled and told that you’re gods most specialest boy is so bad that you go and become a fucking nazi over it then that’s something you need to work on. that is your problem. not the left’s.
amhrancas 