so much time spent in bed

A., 24 (it/they)

title is from Care Work: Dreaming Disability Justice [which u should read]

gendercensus:

The 2023 Gender Census is now open!

[ Link to survey ]

The 10th annual international gender census, collecting information about the language we use to refer to ourselves and each other, is now open until 9th May 2023.

It’s short and easy, about 5 minutes probably.

Image title: Gender Census 2023. Image text: If you can't easily put yourself into just one of these two boxes, you are invited to take part. On the left, a box textured with purple and silver striped leaves, featuring a Venus/female symbol. On the right, a box textured with plain soft green leaves, featuring a Mars/male symbol.ALT

After the survey is closed I’ll process the results and publish a spreadsheet of the data and a report summarising the main findings. Then anyone can use them for academic or business purposes, self-advocacy, tracking the popularity of language over time, and just feeling like we’re part of a huge and diverse community.

If you think you might have friends and followers who’d be interested, please do reblog this blog post, and share the survey URL by email or at AFK social groups or on other social networks. Every share is extremely helpful - it’s what helped us get 40,000 responses last year.

Survey URL: https://survey.gendercensus.com

The survey is open to anyone anywhere who speaks English and feels that the gender binary doesn’t fully describe their experience of themselves and their gender(s) or lack thereof.

For the curious, you can also spy on some graphs and demographic data for the incoming responses here.

Thank you so much!

[ Link to survey ]

Image credit: Avery at Tradescantia Hub

stoked that my post made it to someone cool :””) thoughts on will & testament overall??

i’ve read all vigdis hjorth’s english translated books so far except ‘is mother dead?’ but i’m so excited for that ~ i absolutely love her stream-of-consciousness writing style (she’s definitely one of my favourite authors)

{side note: would love to talk books with u more ~ do u have a goodreads or storygraph? weeeeeeeeeeee}

pls see attached a bit of the intro to ‘the freezer door’ ~ mattilda bernstein sycamore which i ♡ and i hope u do also

1 of 3. "the freezer door" by mattilda bernstein sycamore, page 10. It reads: I remember when—f-slurs—kissed hello. We had so much to fear and so we feared nothing, I mean we feared one another but we feared fear more. Kissing one another on the lips, this was joyous and commonplace, a legacy we were inheriting, an art-how to stretch out our lips in front of our faces, how to queen it up in front of a loving or hostile public, how to emphasize connection or disdain. End ID.ALT
2 of 3. "the freezer door" by mattilda bernstein sycamore, page 11. it reads: We kissed hello because we had to. We had to know we could kiss like this, a simple greeting but something splendid and transgressive even when mundane, or that's what it felt like for me when I moved to San Francisco in 1992, and I was 19. This kiss didn't necessarily feel like a radical act, it was just something you did if you were a—f-slur—, whether in suit and tie or broadcasting the pageantry of outsider imagination. Was this something that united us? I wouldn't have said so then, but maybe I'm saying it now. Yes, there were the ones who turned their cheeks, too good for this kiss unless they explained the sudden turn by mentioning a cold sore, one just starting or one in the past, whichever way we hoped we were taking care. Sometimes you knew someone had really bad breath, but you kissed her on the lips anyway, it was okay to endure a little discomfort to avoid seeming snotty or scared. Unless this was one of those queens who would grab you and start feeling you up, that was a good reason to avoid contact. End IDALT
3 of 3. "the freezer door" by mattilda bernstein sycamore, page 12. It reads: You kissed the ones you loved and the ones you didn't even like that much, sometimes even someone you hated, just so you wouldn't seem shady. Too much garlic was never a problem, we kissed anyway. We kissed the living and the dying, knowing that the dying were part of the living and we wanted to keep them with us. Maybe this was a dream--I mean I know it wasn't a dream then, but maybe it is now. Now we're more afraid, afraid of one another, so even the gestures of intimacy disappear. Most of the time I don't even think of kissing someone hello anymore, I reach for a hug if possible and this can be beautiful too, but in a different way. How strange to think that in the early-'90s, when it felt like everyone was dying, we were less fearful in certain ways. End ID.ALT

valideity

hotaugust:

Omg first of all thanks!! And love that u have the Care Work url / explanation! That book looks really good, I’m excited to read it.

Just half way through the last chapter of Will and Testament. And because I’ve been listening to the audio book and falling asleep to it I feel like I haven’t fully experienced it.

I am really enjoying it though. I think the writing style is perfect for this narrative and she’s able to convey some very nuanced interpersonal stuff in a very clever way, without being explicit with it. The subtle humor in some bits is nice. The looping narrative and descriptions of how she feels is very relatable, she has a very good understanding of what it’s like to be grappling with and trying to live with such a life experience. Im also in a vaguely similar place in my recovery from the same kind of thing that happened to Bergljot and the book has given me useful new ways to think through some things.

I haven’t read any of her other books. You seem like quite a fan! Which one is ur fav?

And I don’t have good reads or anything. Would love to see yours tho! Is it linked somewhere?

Oh thanks for sharing this book! It looks darling ! Have u read please miss by grace laverly or Paul takes on the form of a mortal girl by Andrea lawlor?

on being alive at the end of the world pt. 2:

an excerpt from chapter 5 of “Pure Colour” by Sheila Heti


Here we are, just living in the credits at the end of the movie. Everyone wants to see their name up on a screen. And whoever wants it is capable of putting it there. That is the work we are doing collectively now: just putting our names up on a screen. We have been given the technology for this one minor thing, here at the very end of the world, this one consolation, this booby prize.

~~~~~

I would like to come back after my death and see—

What?

Whether my works were kept by humanity. Whether my art is being exhibited fifty, seventy-five, a hundred years from now.

So you want to return to earth to google yourself?

Yes. Immortality means googling yourself forever.

on living during the end of the world:

excerpt from chapter 5 of “Pure Colour” by Sheila Heti


We lived suspended in a soup, a depression so narrow and so deep we didn’t even recognize we were feeling it. There was a horrible stasis in the air and our lives. We stood still in the stillness of time. It was like being in a plane that was slowly twirling to the ground. Did you look at the other people, or did you not look? Did you hold someone’s hand and tell them, I love you, even if you’d only just met? Or did you squeeze your eyes shut and think of your loved ones, or think about your past, or pray? We were scuttling between these strategies like little bugs—sometimes praying, sometimes squeezing our eyes shut, sometimes thinking about the past, and sometimes saying I love you to a person we’d only just met—as civilization twirled all the way down. And apparently all the water had plastic in it, even the safe water that came in plastic bottles.

ultralitbabe247:

erika de casier—no butterflies, no nothing [music video]

★ let’s exchange personalised music recs ★ dm me on last.fm


i love how much she just has fun revisiting early 2000s r&b sounds & archetypes but in a slightly-unserious & self-aware way that like the lyrics are authentic to what’s going on in her life but she’s recognising that it’s all kind of absurd anyways

or at least that’s what i get from it ~

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