women know hunger too well & not even in the sense of food/appetite (though that is painfully prevalent in so many of us) but hunger for identity, to be heard, desperate to be seen & then to not be seen at all, to simply be. a hunger that feels all consuming & then we end up devouring ourselves from the outside in just in order to deny our appetite for life & love. to hide our wants & desires. it aches all of the time & it’s so tiring i just want to feel full i want to feel satisfied with myself my body my existence
This is absolutely not a “thanks captain obvious” people have been questioning “what makes humans moral” since morality started. and this is a good take 10/10 ilu
recently i’ve been thinking about like… what it means for Dea to be Absolute Good. not that i don’t think that anymore, because i do, but that i’m questioning what that looks like. because up until recently i saw it like this: (please excuse my diagram)
(or well, “bad” being the lack-of-good, i suppose.)
but one of the things i’ve always found cool about filianism is that so many things on a Divine level have (a/n) earthly parallel(s.) when we think of Good things in a broader sense we often think of virtues, like kindness and stuff. so let’s put this into practice:
i think most of us can look at this and see that it doesn’t really show the full picture here. it’s kind of an oversimplification. i for one, when i was a kid, was called a “doormat” a lot. i was kind to the point of self-denying and self-destruction. i reblogged a really cool “virtue continuum” post a while ago that i think sums this up well with other virtues, and that post was basically what sparked this thought process with me. here’s what kindness looks like to me:
(or alternatively, another unhealthy amount of kindness could become enabling, allowing others to get away with things they shouldn’t in the name of kindness.)
the idea is striving for the healthy balance. this also applies to cognitive behavioural therapy! my therapist doesn’t want all my thoughts to be sunshine and rainbows, that’s unrealistic and can also be unhelpful just as excessively negative thoughts are. we strive for a balance.
but with the vague concept of good this model kinda falls apart a bit.
i for one can’t figure out at all what would go in the other side.
but maybe that’s the thing about the concept of “good.” it’s very subjective.
also as many have pointed out, this world is filled with “necessary evils.” my favourite minor example of this i like to give is how, sometimes, a good argument can “clear the air.” is it fun to fight? no! absolutely not! and it’s always better to talk things out civilly with the people we care about. and sometimes we go too far. but sometimes our feelings get the better of us and every little thing we’ve been holding onto just comes flooding out. it’s exhausting, you’re hurt for a while, but sometimes taking the time apart after a fallout and thinking about all the things that were brought up is a good way to reset the grounds, so to speak. everything’s out there, i understand how you feel now, so let’s talk about it again and move forward now that we’re calm. at least, that’s my experience with my own friends.
so i guess very few things are fully black and white.
maybe my first diagram IS correct, and within that diagram is striving for balance, so the “good” side is actually balance and the “bad” side is actually imbalance. maybe like this:
i guess?
anyways this might be old news or already a pretty common “take” (it’s barely a take, it’s just me pondering out loud. this honestly reads more like a weird journal entry if anything) and i’m just slow but… this is kinda how i’m starting to see things. i don’t really know where i was going with this… putting my thoughts out there is kinda hard for me, so thanks for reading if you got this far!
(this is probably such a “thanks captain obvious” post but it felt like something clicked with me personally so. out to the world it goes!)
“ Less than 20 percent of the world's landholders are women. “ My bet here is that the 1% figure is measuring amount of land owned, that men own disportionately more land per single land owner
clearly, the intelligent side of this debate. Absolutely no brain damage here.
you cannot convince me there is such a thing as an intelligent TERF. you have to have brain damage to enter.
on the one hand i dread pride month. on the other hand, i suspect the events of this june will contain some godhonest protests from the LGB. There are so many groups that have appeared since I joined this fight in 2021 who are fighting for us, who are willing to march and pay for our visibility against big brands, big pharma, youth culture, and respective governments. the tide is turning. The pendulum is swinging. We can make pride matter this year.
out of interest I just looked up transit directions in Google maps from my parents house to my house and it told me to drive 20 minutes to a park to ride bus station, wait 6 hours, get on several different busses, then get off and order a Lyft
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There’s a reason a sewing kit includes scissors, a wood shop has a saw, and a kitchen is full of knives. In order to build something, to create something on purpose, you have to be prepared to cut away what’s extra. A bolt of cloth does not a blanket make, a piece of wood a shelf, nor a loaf of bread a sandwich. When you snip off frayed bits of string, cut the wood into shape, or slice the end off a loaf of bread you are creating, with the act of removal, something closer to what you desire.
Now let’s say you’re not sewing a blanket, you’re not building a shelf, not making a sandwich. Let’s say you’re crafting a life in which you are happy. You will end up removing things. You’ll leave partners, stop talking to family members, let go of friends. You’ll move apartments, lose jobs, change wardrobes. And you will feel their absence. You’ll look at the scraps of cloth, the odd angles of wood, the stale end of the loaf. But that cloth couldn’t keep you warm and that tiny corner of wood can’t store books. You wouldn’t be full from that little bit of bread or happy with that person. In the art of creating there is the act of removal and it is essential.