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had a weird experience at work, my coworkers and I were talking about Hawai’i. I said I don’t want to visit Hawai’i in my life because some Native people don’t want people to travel to Hawai’i because tourism causes so many problems. One of my coworkers who visits Hawai’i every year cut me off and said “Well I know a native Hawaiian, and she told me to continue visiting because tourism is their only source of income.” before I could explain and talk about the Land Back movement. Kind of wanted to fight but I let it go
But seriously, when we got our property, it was all just…grass. A sterile grass moonscape, like a billion other yards. With two big old maple trees. Just grass and maples, that was it.
But then I got my grubby little paws on it, and I immediately stopped fertilizing, spraying, and bagging up grass clippings and leaves. I ripped up sod and put in flowers and vegetables. I put down nice thick blankets of mulch around the flowers and vegetables.
When I first was sweating my way through stripping sod, I saw a grand total of 1 worm and 0 ladybugs. The ground was compacted into something that would bend shovel blades.
Now, six years later, I can’t dig a planting hole without turning up fourteen earthworms, and there are so many ladybugs here. Not the invasive asian lady beetles; native ladybugs. They winter over in the mulch and in the brush pile. I see thousands of them.
The soil is soft and rich. There are birds that come to eat, and bees of many sorts.
Like this is something that you, yourself, can absolutely change. This is something that you, personally, can make a difference in.
Like, last year I watched no fewer than twenty-nine monarch caterpillars grow up on my milkweed and fly away as butterflies. I watched swallowtails and moths grow. There are hummingbirds fighting over flowers now.
I did that. Me. You can do the same.
Is this post about making a garden or beating depression
As someone with clinically diagnosed anxiety and depression;
Yes.
Drag Show Programs
Spanning the globe, these drag show programs have been collected from
clubs and revues in major cities including Paris, New Orleans, San
Francisco, and London. The oldest of these depict female impersonators
and clubs from the 1940s. Though a few of the programs are from one-time
events, many of them are part of a series of recurring drag shows at
venues such as Club 82, Finocchio’s, Club My O My, Le Carrousel, Madame
Arthur’s Nightclub, and the Wonder Club. This collection provides a
closer look into the communities that formed within drag clubs, with
many names appearing in multiple programs for various clubs.
girl who was born in 2089 listening to an ayesha erotica song: i wish i could get fucked in the ass :( i was born in the wrong generation
like maybe 25 people care about knb still, but y'all can take japanese-mexican kagami from my cold dead hands. oh, and he’s trans.
i had an amazing poolside conversation with a friend about becoming a non-respectable trans person. she and i talked bemoaned how we’ve lost the freedom of the 90s zines and self-publicized works of queer people. in the shift to become more accessible through internet and the simultaneous censoring of the web, we’ve lost the gall, the gumption, and the nerve it takes to be a girlfag, boydyke, tranny, etc.
A friend once said to me "I feel like I'm not actually working at my job because there's so little to do" and I was like "the way I see it, if you can't sleep and you can't jerk off, you're at work no matter what".
And I just realized this gives me a new perspective on homelessness. There's a certain baseline amount of labor you're expected to do in public, finding places to exist unobtrusively, moving when the cops tell you to. No one is ever truly "off the clock" until they're in their own home, if they have one.
I'm sure Michel Foucault or somebody wrote about this long before I did.
Or to put it another way, if home is the "first place" and work is the "second place" then the removal of third places from society means that if you don't have a first place everywhere defaults to being a second place
If existing in public is a job then police are the managers, and calling the cops on someone for sleeping in public is, in effect, snitching on a fellow worker. I guess this functions as an explanation for why police unions "don't count".
