Was reminded today that Judaism actually has a ritual for reuniting with friends you haven't seen in a long time.
If 30 days or more have passed since you have seen your friend, upon seeing them, you recite the following blessing:
Blessed are you, Eternal One, source of all being, who as sustained us and brought us to this moment.
If it has been 12 months or more since you have seen your friend, you say the following blessing:
Blessed are you, Eternal One, source of all being, who revives the dead.
That one hit hard. We've been buried in our homes for the past year, and we've lost so many people, and any one of us could have died from COVID.
What if we let ourselves treat seeing each other in person again as miraculous?
What if we truly treated these reunions not as a given, but let ourselves really feel that there was a possibility that we might not have gotten them?
What would we want to build between us that was new? What would we want to let fall away?
Guys, especially, would you build something new with your best friends? Would you let our culture's disapproval of affectionate physical contact between men fall away?
And for everyone: if you treat this as a second chance, what would you try to create with it? What intimacy that you wanted before would you ask for, if you were dead, and got a second chance?
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If I see another fucking "millennials are causing a housing shortage by buying houses" headline...
like sorry, last month we were wrecking the world by living in our parents' basements, so I'm having trouble keeping up with what we are and aren't supposed to do
and somehow, weirdly, it's millennials causing the housing shortage problem by buying homes and not
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the older people not selling their houses?
Like I don't know how to explain to these headline writers that "supply" is part of the supply and demand equation
Like, especially for women, it’s okay to like and be proud of your creative output. It’s okay to think it’s good. It’s okay to accept compliments about it.
Normalize liking your own work.
Like I get really sick of the whole “my divine dissatisfaction makes me more alive than the peons” model of creativity.
It’s REALLY close to the Asshole Genius.
Plenty of artists are healthy people who aren’t abusive to themselves, others, or both.
Okay, let's talk about why attempts to critique (or hell, straight up stick it to) Christianity in SFF often end up being more anti-Jewish than they are anti-Christian.
This was inspired by Jay Kristoff's work, which manages to evoke a whole bunch of antisemitic medieval tropes AND, as a bonus, even shits on the name "Ashkenazi", which is the Jewish term for most European Jews.
But the thing is, Kristoff's SO antisemitic that I don't think it's accidental.
I'm more interested in how it happens out of ignorance rather than malice.
Don’t fuck any cis man who can’t show you a receipt for a donation to the NW Abortion Access Fund that’s less than a year old.
Yes, that includes your husband.
If you’re someone who can get people pregnant, you need to be putting money toward protecting abortion access. If you won’t do that, you shouldn’t be allowed to risk getting anyone pregnant.
But, like, given that this country is already being INCREDIBLY shitty to trans men and NB people, I think the burden needs to be on cis men.