Jkssjks all my coworkers left for lunch already and I’m just sitting in the lab on my phone and my scary boss came in to get something so i stood up quickly and like… went to touch some random objects??? Who am i trying to impress, and how
my problem with a lot of body positivity / progressive beauty culture stuff is that it focuses on expanding the definition of beautiful rather than deconstructing the idea that physical beauty indicates worth. my difficulties with living in a body (and therefore with living, period) often come back to the fact that no matter how tightly i control my body, i am viewed as either object of disgust or object of desire (occasionally both simultaneously). i can never be neutral. i can never be subject. my difficulty with existing would not be assuaged, at least not for long, by winning the game of “beautiful.” winning is not the same as having agency or personhood. we don’t need to change the rules of the game. we need to stop playing.
God spoke to me today through the cvs pharmacy autotext service and he said he forgives me for all my sins and i can have as much sumatriptan as i want
you ever sleep for 10 hours after a stressful day & wake up feeling like you have 80% immunity to all mundane damage types (slashing, piercing, blunt, etc)?
