The thing that gets me about Looking For Jobs is that every hiring site has like miles of just saying words at you that you have to scroll through. Talking about teamwork career building opportunities goals. Talking about “our mission” & it’s a grocery store
I’m too autistic for this amount of extraneous social song & dance bullshit I just want to know if you’ll pay me or not
You’re a grocery store. We both know you’re a grocery store. Your mission is to sell groceries. You could give a fuck about peace and love on planet earth. I could give a fuck about you. I’m here because we live in hell. You know this. I know this. You know I know this. I don’t know what you’re paying though. Because this page is longer than it has any goddamn reason to be and you put that information right at the bottom. With an asterisk next to it
anyway i looked up the post about seeing your grandma’s boobs and tumblr has deleted the screenshot of the story where the finnish dude says that americans are “like that” because they haven’t seen their grandma’s tits
good job tumblr 👍
there it is!
my comments on that post were (sorry for shamelessly copy-pasting them):
american attitudes about nudity are fucking wild, and the worst part is that because they’re american, they just assume that everyone everywhere thinks the same. i will never forget seeing people on a left-leaning, progressive site saying that families bathing together is creepy and gross and clearly a sign that something is wrong with the family, that they’d never seen their siblings or parents naked and would in fact rather die. meanwhile to this day i bathe and go to the sauna with my sister and mother and have been bathing and sauna'ing with various family members - and even strangers! - my whole life.
but yes, can confirm, seeing your grandma’s tits as a child does you good, and not just because it teaches you that “beauty is fake and temporary”, but because it broadens your ideas about what beauty even is in the first place. my sister and i used to spend our summers at our grandma’s house by the countryside and frequently bathed and went to sauna with her. we saw not just her breasts but also her flabby skin, her moles and liver spots, her body hair and varicose veins, and we didn’t see any of that as weird or ugly because they were a part of our grandma who we loved very much. and when we see those things in other people - ourselves included! - we think “well it wasn’t ugly on my grandma’s body, so why would it be ugly on anyone else’s body?”. it makes you much more understanding and “forgiving”, if you will, towards the completely normal bodies of strangers as well as your own body.
thomas campbell // suzanne collins, gregor and the code of claw // czesław miłosz, the issa valley // vladimir nabokov // antonio porchia // l.m. montgomery, the story girl
People who don’t do or create shit are always the most critical because they have no frame of reference. They severely underestimate how much energy it takes, how much fear and other psychic burdens need to be overcome, the sheer amount of relentless persistence, faith and self-belief it takes to put something, no matter how feeble and shitty, out in to the world.
It seems so easy just looking. “I could do that”. “I could’ve made that”. Well then do it. Look at the most feeble and easy looking creative work and then replicate it in your own way. And with no irony or hiding or joking- in all sincerity put your name on it - and show it to others. People you know in real life. As a representation of yourself. See how it feels. You’ll have a new appreciation and softness towards creative friends and strangers.
I wonder what would happen to the Tumblr ecosystem if all trans people weren’t so fucking touch starved? Would it all just fucking collapse?
Ya know this was meant to just be a shitpost, but youre right. I have a lot of feelings on the matter so this may just turn into incoherent rambling, but touch is so god damn important.
I went through ~5 years of absolutely no intimate touch and let me tell you, it does things to you. I was so much more likely to think my friends didn’t like me. I felt such a deeper sense of isolation and anxiety regularly, and when you’ve gone that long without regular touch, those moments caused (me) such intense feeling of yearning. Desperation for anything even resembling closeness.
And of course this occurred while I was also figuring out my own gender identity, which made that entire process so much more difficult to parse out. I was filled with regular doubts about whether I was actually trans or whether I was just doing this as some form of attention seeking behavior because I was so desperate for human intimacy. It fucks with you ability to feel like your a part of a community, and the longer you go, the worse all of these things can get. It can feel legitimately inescapable. The stress of it all can be a constant burden on your mind.
I wish I had better advice on how to escape this loop. It took me ~2 years of regular effort to slowly build a friend group (primarily of other queer folks) to get there. It was a lot of emotional effort. A lot of putting myself out there and a lot of asking others what their comfort with physical touch was. All I can say is that it was worth the effort. My heart goes out to all of the lovely folks who are isolated and struggling to find that sense of community that makes them feel comfortable enough to express and receive physical affections.
Tell your friends you love them. Hold their hands. Kiss their foreheads and give them long hugs. Cuddle together and watch movies. Lock arms while walking. Rest your head on their shoulders.
I absolutely loathe that soft intimate expressions of physical affection are viewed as something inherently romantic or sexual. Theyre NOT. Full stop. We need touch. The queer community really needs touch.
when someone says “why would you want a physical copy of that? you can just stream it” i physically recoil. a feeling of dread comes over me like an evil spirit just passed through my body
THIS. There are so many good reasons for owning physical copies of media (be it books, DVDs, CDs etc).
They look nice on the shelf and give your apartment a personality. There are stunning editions of books and pretty box sets of tv shows and movies. When I come into an apartment with no books/individual art/music/movies on display I always wonder what these people do all day. Don’t they have any interests? Stuff they want to interact with or just look at?
Physical copies can’t be taken away from you on a whim by corporations for tax writeoffs or shit like that. I have DVDs of shows that can’t currently be streamed anywhere. Contrary to that, I’m unable to watch the Swedish HBO adaptation of Beartown anywhere because it’s literally impossible to access in my country (just release a DVD ffs!)
You only have to pay once for a physical copy, no ongoing payments every month (works perfectly for someone like me who watches like two tv shows a year and loves to rewatch the same things over and over again).
