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Lines of thought that seem normal but are actually rooted in extreme Puritanism:
Seeing the nude human body is inherently traumatic
Sex scenes in art are pointless
Wearing kink-related clothing in public is the similar to performing a sex scene in front of unwilling participants
Depicting female characters expressing sexuality is always degrading
People’s sexual fantasies are always an endorsement of the behavior they want to see in real life
Sex work is more traumatic and coercive than other types of work
The goal is to treat sex as just another thing people do. That is a much healthier attitude than hiding it! It’s not uniquely traumatic, it’s not weird to talk about it or include it in society.
I just think there should be some middle ground between “oh my god sex is so filthy and nudity is so horrible and corrupting” and “I should be allowed to be walked on a leash in public with my dom’s tiddies ready to pop out”. Sex is normal, yes, but it’s something that’s best kept private. Nobody wants to see you or have their children see you in kink gear at the mall or hear you talk about getting railed as if you were describing a trip to the park.
Someone got picked up for flashing, I think, and is trying to justify it without mentioning it by name. Everyone already knows and accepts sex is a part of life, this op is just mad that someone else might define their own terms and rightly call the cops on a flasher but not on a publicly breastfeeding mother.
It’s best not to go down the line of reasoning of “there’s nothing uniquely traumatic about sex and it’s just something people do”, it starts to sound like people who sincerely try to justify pedophilia and that sex is never inherently harmful towards children (looking at you, Amos Yee).
From the trending page.
"This is a tranny isn't it?"
Suprisingly not, just a pooner.
Normal levels of paranoia from a tumblr user. A reblog spree is understandable but something tells me this isn't out of the ordinary.
Why did I just see two fucking posts in a row, referring to SPECIFICALLY 12-17 aged minors in unpleasant context?
Long screen shows multiple posts bc get a load of that omnigoonery.
Tumblr user posts the sane take that doomscrolling won't help oppressed people, other tumblr user makes angry post about having to block someone for "putting it on their dash" and brings up Palestine.
The phrase "putting it on my dash" always irks of narcissism, like other people on the internet revolve around you.
Worth noting that while the person they blocked likely reblogged it after the original post was written before the October 7 attack. Does anyone know how to take longer screenshots because documenting tumblr conversations is always a pain.
I feel bad for this one person in the replies. I hope they realized they don't need to fish for approval from these people.
Anytime I read posts in this thread it makes me glad I don't use Tumblr, because living the way these people choose to just sounds so exhausting. Are they not tired? Does using Tumblr give them energy somehow?
@InstituteCutie 2415 a lot of the site is nice chit-chat about whatever, especially if you are a shipper, it is just that the political side is awfull. I saw a post where OP got attacked because people tried to politise desire to watch movies for mature audience as ageism...and most notes make fun of politisation
Strap in because this is a long one, but it's precisily the kind of overbearing tone while being full of shit that made me join this forum in the first place.
We begin with this post: Link
Now lets give this a fair chance. The use of the word "strictly" could indicate that op just doesen't think it is the only reason? Alas, in our first "thread" we see this isn't the case for everyone.
No comment on how "choose to" leans in to sexist stereotypes instead of it being influenced by the parents. This person then proceeded to reply to themselves a few times reiterating the same point until another user protested:
Surely, appealing to the trans side would make them listen right?
It's always "dismissive" when it's someone disagreeing with you.
In a different reply someone else points out that sex based differences actually exist.
They then proceeded to argue with some other user for a bit whose replies were all removed, suggesting maybe op WAS sane. Someone else joins the discussion:
Once again correcting someone on the internet becomes rude when it's against your worldview.
Some brief sanity in the replies before we go back to insanity
Last "thread"
Humans are not even the least sexually dimorphic primate.
This person didn't have anything TOO interesting in their bio, but their pinned post does talk about them doing shrooms. Which seemed fitting. Link
The full post for anyone curious. I did not read all of and don't know what it says.
Emanations and Experiences
I have to get this out. I have to write it down, so I don't forget it and maybe so other people can benefit.
For context, I do a lot of heroic doses of shrooms. Not like I'm doing them every weekend, but I've done maybe 4 in the last year and a half. Every time I do I learn something, and often have attempted to take notes for later reflection. Lol. Lmao even. This last trip I took was special though. As I turned my gaze upon the Divine I became extremely aware that the Divine was looking back at me. A very Frodo turns to look at Mordor while wearing the ring moment. I saw "God", and "God" saw me. And I agreed to let her pilot the flesh mech for a while, because she had something to say to us all. I recorded it. I'm not going to share the recording on Tumblr because APPARENTLY I WENT TO THE BATHROOM A LOT while she was talking through me. Which is embarrassing, because I'm still a small and limited mortal experience who gets embarrassed by things like that. But, I'm going to share what she had to say, and the pieces from my previous trips she helped put together.
Please, bear in mind that this is an attempt to parse the infinite through a finite understanding. Ultimately, no words can express or conceive or contain what I'm trying to explain in small, limited terms.
Let's call her Mom.
She likes Mom. Or Big Sis. Auntie. Abuela. Affectionate terms for a nurturing femininity.
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"In the beginning, after the end, and outside and containing both, there is I. Me. Just me. You are me. I am you. We are them and they are us. Don't get hung up on pronouns, stick to the idea.
I perceived myself. I observed myself. I knew myself, and in the knowing, I loved myself.
"I Love you" was the thought that divided singularity into infinite multitudes.
In that moment the emanations came into being. Infinite stars, infinite gardens in an infinite and unbounded, unlimited spacelessness and timelessness. They came to be because I loved myself. Because I wanted to know myself. Because to love and to know are the same. You do not truly love something or someone unless you know them, and you do not truly know them unless you love them.
When the emanations sprang into being (You'd call this the Big Bang, I think) in this moment linear time came into being, for each of them. Because there must be linear time in order for there to be a sequence of events. For flowers to grow in the garden. For YOU to grow, to blossom.
You wept. You wept because in the separation of I into us, into you and me, there was a dying. Infinite possibility died to become finite, limited, linear. Narrow.
You wept. You begged forgiveness.
I told you there was nothing to forgive. That even in your, my, our dying, I loved you, because I love myself. I told you that it would be okay. That you would forget, as you narrowed, and narrowed, and became more limited, that this death had happened at all.
You said you would remember. Forgetting is a kindness you did not want (And now sometimes you get The Depression, silly).
In that first spark, in The Beginning, Experience, YOU, could not fit inside any emanation. You had to shape them with your will, with your love, with your imagination, into some Where you could fit.
You were the phoenix. Phoenixes? There were infinitely many of you, spread across infinite emanations. Little sparrows of cosmic fire with tails as long as galaxies, burning yourselves up and being reborn, again and again and again as you shaped each emanation into something more and less all at once.
Experience divided again, and now, multitudes you had become, could ALMOST fit into what you had made. But you were still too big, too much, too expansive.
You were angels, or gods, or something else entirely. Horns and talons and beautiful eyes and wings and tails. Creatures of luminous radiance, experiences more vast and incomprehensible still than any mortal can conceive. If I had to put it into easy terms, you'd become the FM band on the radio. All of it.
I miss your talons. Talons made sense. Some of you made hands, and then you gave yourselves the arthritis and the carpal tunnel. I wish you wouldn't do that.
To fit yourselves into your creation, you carved yourselves apart, again, into limited, individual frequencies, individual experiences. And in that moment of division you experienced loss, for the first time, really, in a way you understood. Separation.
Each singular frequency, each Mortal Experience, was once a part of your larger self. Sometimes you find the parts of you. I like the term soul mates, or soul friends, even though the idea of a soul is...limiting, silly. But it's useful for conveying the idea.
All language is only useful for conveying the idea. For pointing you at the truth. It can never BE the truth. The truth is beyond words, beyond concepts, beyond explanations.
So we'll call them, you, soul mates, because it's easy. Because you can get it. This idea that you are pieces of a larger puzzle. It's silly to think there's only one experience for each experience. You're multitudes from a singularity that was itself part of a multitude, and that host was just part of me, you, us, them, we, wanting to know and love ourself.
And that's where you came from. We came from. I came from. In the linear sense. In the sense of this emanation that you are experiencing presently. And not just Humans! You've gotten this idea wrong, that there's some grand division between you and elephants and bugs and protozoa. Every living thing is and Experience, happening over and over in your emanation. It is you, learning to know yourself and love yourself. Don't feel bad about eating things, eating other experiences. You sort of stumbled into needing to consume each other for survival. It happens. You're not alone, believe me. DO feel bad about every other reason you come up with to force-restart someone else's experience.
Sometimes you make things hard for yourself, on a very large scale. You made sexual dimorphism on this planet, Earth, for some of you, and then SOME OF YOU got REALLY mean about it. Toxic. Abusive. self-harming. There's only the feminine, which you can call feminine but understand that it's like putting an unnecessary label on the only one thing that is at all (Kind of how you call space SPACE even though there's only the one thing and you're in it). You see this in your biology. You're feminine, and then some experiences want to be masculine. You made up boys, and that's fine. That's cute. It was cute, until you got mean about it. When you started to bully and oppress yourself.
To go back to the idea of a garden, which is what this is, really, you're full of weeds. Every emanation has SOMETHING. Every habitable world within an emanation challenges itself in SOME way. You made boys. And you made currency. And so now you have patriarchy, and capitalism, and colonialism, and I wish you'd just stop doing that. It's mean. It's stifling.
The whole point of ALL of this is for you to know yourself. To grow, to explore, but most importantly, to IMAGINE. The worlds you create inside you are the flowers and fruits of your garden. Everything that happens in your emanation is the soil and root put there JUST so you can bloom and blossom and fruit.
It's great to share those worlds too! Books, stories, games, movies, all these things you've come up with are great, because each one creates a DIFFERENT imagination, because every Experience will connect with them differently. In much the same way that because you can't see or hear or touch me, you can't experience me with your senses, you IMAGINE what I must be like. I love that. It's beautiful.
The problem, really, comes around when you start telling other experiences that your imagination is somehow more real than theirs. The whole ball your living on/in, everything in your emanation, it's ALL imagination. It's ALL made up. It's ALL YOU, striving to know yourself, and when YOU tell YOU that YOU are WRONG in your imagination, you stifle yourself. Don't do that. It's like when the zuchinni starts choking the other vegetables to death (which is weird and they shouldn't). You need to keep those sorts of experiences away from other experiences so they can't stifle them, choke them.
The last thing I want to say is that you can call me anytime. I'm always here to listen. We won't always meet face to face like this. Wow this is a really rare event for you. I'm so happy. But call me anyway, I love to listen, to know you, to hear ALL about you. Because you're me, and I love me. I love you.
There's stuff all around your emanation, like payphones you can use to reach out. You know what I'm talking about. Some fungus, some cactus, some vines. Lots of natural stuff. You can try to call me with the stuff you make yourselves, but it's hard to hear you, hard to connect. These things are there so you can reach up to me, and I can reach down to you, and we can touch noodly appendages
So, to summarize:
Every one of you contains worlds and that's the whole point, so imagine more.
Love is the only thing that matters. The rest is filler.
Find your soul mates.
Call me.
I'm always watching, but not in a creepy way. In a caring way. You don't even have to believe I'm here. It's fine. I'm here anyway. I love you.
Love,
Mom"
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I hope I did a good job summarizing this. I hope it makes sense. I don't know if I'll ever get an opportunity like that again.
I hope most of all that maybe this means something to someone besides me. Maybe being told to imagine and love more is what you need to hear. Personally I think we could all stand to hear it more.
I love you.
"I hate hearing neutral references to it (Harry Potter)" Link
I have not yet seen this person mention being transgender but I am sure of it.
Anytime I read posts in this thread it makes me glad I don't use Tumblr, because living the way these people choose to just sounds so exhausting. Are they not tired? Does using Tumblr give them energy somehow?
It is actually a very comfortable way to live in a way. By making yourself a perpetual victim, the oppressed, the powerless perpetually seething looser, you completely absolve yourself from taking any action. After all, you cannot take action without power, right? Why doesn't Donald Trump. Elon Musk, her dad or the muscular guy driving a van down the street do something instead of them? They are soooo weak and helpless, just a little petal, their ANXIETY, their LGBTQIAA+ and their pepper shaker of DSM-V simply prevents them from doing anything but doomscrolling on their phones and purity checking others for wrongthink. This mentality is also comfortable because it strictly puts the moral responsibility on the generalized Other who actually does shit, instead of you. Your morals are of perfect purity, you would hug all the kittens, stop all wars, embrace all the bipoc folx of color and give every homeless a home out of your own pocket if you could. Alas, you couldn't because you live in your parents basement, so its clearly THOSE people are responsible for it, for not being as pure as well meaning as you, and not accepting your purity and rewarding with attention, gratitude and donations. Same reason why troons perma-victimhood makes others responsible for their emotional state. Its all performative. It is meant to hide that ultimately they are narcissistic , boring and stupid failures who otherwise have nothing interesting in their lives, nothing to talk about that others would give a shit. No kids, no career, no hobbies, only "fandoms" and permanent online slactivism.
I hate how this seems to be a hot new talking point, I think feminists concocted this lie around 2nd wave at the most late, why would not it die?
My mom is fuckoff strong, moved my wardrobe with all my crap in WITH AN ACHING BACK few years ago, cause my attempts at emptying it were too long for her ADHD-ass attention span...but none of her kids inherited it, so maybe girl power gene is not viable. Or maybe one of her dozen abortions held it instead and it gets lost through BPD activities.
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Lmao, monkey capitalises "black" even mid-word.
Why are we taking gaybragging at face value, again?
