butch, elle emerson (@transsextual)
I don’t want a romantic partner I want friends who will go dumpster diving with me, I want neighbors who will knock on my door and ask for butter because they forgot to buy some and it’s sunday. I want book shelves in public spaces, food banks and shared tool sheds and community gardens. I want to trade home grown tomatoes for a couple of eggs with my neighbor and I want to bring food over to my friends house when I’ve cooked too much. I want bicycle only streets and I want people to go on spontaneous walks with. I want people to ask me for help when they need it and I want to be able to ask for help in return. I want community as a safety net. I want people to stop focusing on the vague concept of the one, who will Cure All Isolation and Loneliness. I want every single person to be able to find support and comfort around them, regardless of their relationship status.
Whether or not you still want a romantic partner is besides the point by the way. Of course you can want both, I would even expect most people to want both. The point is that society sells us romance as a fix for the lack of community. The point is people saying “you’ll find someone someday” instead of saying “let’s make an effort now”. I don’t want a romantic partner to fix a problem that goes much deeper than what they could fix. Also I’m aromantic.
all blogs are fetish blogs. because ascribing meaning to electricity on the internet is fetishism. ANTHROPOLOGICALLY SPEAKING
they hate me because i’m silly and so intense at the same time
Joy Harjo, “The Creation Story” from The Woman Who Fell from the Sky. Photo by Twitter user Twila Newey (@/motleybookshelf)
ok so going on t pros and cons
Phyllis Shafer, Magical Moment at Fallen Leaf Lake, gouache on paper, 17.5 x 22.5 inches.
Sat bolt upright last night and went “Kel and Neal from Protector of the Small are in a qpr”
from “for living, in climate crisis.”
whatever was left, that was ours for a while.
sunrise - louise glück


















