Yes, Spain!!!!

I got, of all things and my extremely spiral-esc personality, "Hello Jon...... "

day Too Many of quarantine so i finally gave into my urge to make a uquiz. come on in and find out which ritual you are!

Graffiti painted during a #StopCopCity demonstration in Minneapolis on Saturday night, in response to the police murder of Manuel Teran aka Tortuguita, an Atlanta Forest defender who was shot and killed by cops on Wednesday.

The Atlanta city council plans to clear the forest to build a massive police training facility dubbed "Cop City".

I know I’m being an insufferable worldbuilding nerd here, but my basic metric for evaluating media with very inhuman protagonists is “how easily can one offer a complete and coherent account of this media’s plot without ever mentioning the fact that the protagonist is, for example, a talking car?”. The harder it is, the higher it scores.

On a rainy night sometime in October, Martin had a nightmare about killing his husband. Something about the top of a tower Martin didn't recognize, and a dead body on the floor, and a crumbling building. Jon was saying a lot of things he didn't understand, and Martin was shouting a little. They both were crying. Jon handed him the knife, closed his hands around it and guided it towards his chest. 

Martin thought he wouldn't do it, at first. He thought he wouldn't do it. He tried not to do it, his arms stiffening with the motion. And then, as he pushed the knife into Jon's chest, he started begging desperately, silently, to wake up. 

He didn't. He felt every inch of that knife as it pushed into Jon's chest, felt the weight of Jon's punched-out gasp, felt the weight of Jon crumpling in his arms. Felt the tears sliding down his face as he didn't wake up. 

And then he was awake, and he was crying, like it had been real instead of just a horrible dream, intrusive thoughts at their finest making a home in his head. It wasn't real; he knew that. But that didn't stop him from sliding across the mattress, from leaning towards Jon and pressing his face against Jon's shoulder, biting his lip so Jon wouldn't hear him sob. 

Jon woke up. Of course he did. He stirred slowly, shifting against Martin and groping back for his hand until Martin tangled their fingers together, Jon's ring cool between his fingers. "M'rtin?" Jon mumbled sleepily, turning towards him. "What… what's wrong? Are you crying?"

Martin swallowed hard, wiped his eyes with his free hand and said, "Bad… bad dream."

"Oh." Jon pulled his hand up and kissed the back of it, his eyes still mostly closed. "It… it was just a dream, Martin. It's okay."

It's not, Martin wanted to say, but the words wouldn't come. It felt silly to say. It was just a dream. He'd never seen that place in his life; he'd looked different in the dream, and so had Jon, unfamiliar versions of themselves somehow. 

He pressed a free hand over Jon's chest, the place where the scar would've been, if the dream had been real. He said instead, "I hurt you," in a faltering voice, the words almost too awful to say. He kept feeling it, the phantom motion of stabbing Jon. He couldn't get the picture out of his head. The tears welled up again; Martin held his breath to try and hold back a sob.

"Martin," Jon mumbled, sleepily, his eyes still mostly closed. He reached up for Martin, put his arm around Martin's shoulders and pulled him down into his chest. Pressed a lingering kiss to his forehead. "You would never hurt me."

Martin pressed his wet face into Jon's neck and tried with everything in him to believe that, tried to banish the images from his mind. He mumbled I love you, and Jon said it back, and they fell back asleep tangled up on Jon's side of the bed. 

When Martin woke back up in the morning, there was an unfamiliar sound echoing in his mind—something like the whir of a tape recorder. 

Sex doesn’t make us whole.

HAPPY INTERNATIONAL ASEXUALITY DAY!

https://mobile.twitter.com/beadagainstfash/status/1317108266388828160

I literally can’t get myself to sit through movies that don’t have women. I’m like where the fuck are the women? Why are there so many men? This is boring as fuck goodbye

i love the old web i love the old web so fucking much i wanna kill algorithms and trackers and targeted ads i fucking hate the hellscape we live in now where every site has the same layout and the same "you can only edit ur icon, banner, and description" bs i hate that social media sites are literally built to be addicting i want to fucking kill mark zuckerberg for launching us into this shit

tw // rape , sexual assault

in case you are still ignorant about what’s happening in India right now, here’s a link to numerous articles from news agencies highlighting it for you.

the first incident that sparked it off was in Hathras, a city in the state of Uttar Pradesh. a Dalit woman was gang raped almost two weeks ago but the case didn’t gain any major media coverage because it was, apparently, “normal”. she died a few days ago, and the Uttar Pradesh police cremated her body in the middle of the night at 2:40 AM without the consent of her family. they were locked inside their house and not allowed to see their daughter for one last time.

m.thewire.in

UP Police Locked Us Up, Didn t Allow Us to See Body, Cremated Her at 3 am: Hathras Victim s Family

The Wire travels to the house of the Dalit victim in a village dominated by upper caste Thakur households.

BBC News

Hathras gang rape: India victim cremated 'without family's consent'

The woman's death after she was gang raped allegedly by upper-caste men has caused huge anger in India.

a minor was kidnapped and gang raped by three men in Madhya Pradesh a day after the young woman from Hathras died and was cremated without her family’s consent.

NDTV.com

Minor Gang-Raped By 3 In Madhya Pradesh A Day After Hathras Victim Dies

A minor girl was kidnapped from her house and gang-raped by three men in a field in Madhya Pradesh's Khargone district, police said today, e

Bulandshahr, another city in Uttar Pradesh; a man raped a 14 year old girl. another example of blatant incompetence by the government.

NDTV.com

Man Rapes 14-Year-Old In Uttar Pradesh's Bulandshahr: Police

A minor girl was allegedly raped by her neighbour in Uttar Pradesh's Bulandshahr, police said on Wednesday.

these are the statistics of India presently. 87 rape cases are reported per day in Uttar Pradesh alone. PER DAY. that’s only the people who actually gathered up the courage to approach law enforcement, or what is left of it, anyway.

NDTV.com

87 Rape Cases A Day, Crimes Against Women Up By 7%, Shows National Data

India recorded an average 87 rape cases every day in 2019 and 4,05,861 cases of crimes against women during the year -- a rise of over seven

Balrampur, Uttar Pradesh. a young woman is drugged and gang raped, and loses her life. she is mutilated and left for dead. one day after what happened in Hathras. one day.

NDTV.com

Amid Hathras Outrage, UP 22-Year-Old Drugged, Allegedly Gang Raped, Dies

Amid outrage in the country over the gang rape and death of a young woman in Uttar Pradesh's Hathras, another similar case has been reported

Azamgarh, Uttar Pradesh. an 8 year old girl is raped. this incident happens one day after Hathras. just one day.

NDTV.com

20-Year-Old Allegedly Rapes 8-Year-Old Neighbour In UP's Azamgarh: Police

A 20-year-old man allegedly raped an eight-year-old girl in a village in Azamgarh district of Uttar Pradesh, the police said on Wednesday.

here’s coverage from the BBC, if you are wary of domestic news agencies. i think CNN covered it, but other than that, i haven’t heard of any major international agencies that have talked about this yet.

BBC News

Balrampur: Anger grows after new India 'gang rape' death

The latest incident comes just as another woman died this week after being allegedly gang raped.

this is crucial. this is critical. this is atrocious. this might not be the brand of aesthetic that you have on your blog, but please help the people of our country spread this news. let the utter incompetence and evidence tampering to save the accused on the part of the police and the government be highlighted. let everyone know that the people currently in power care nothing for women or for minorities until it sparks national outrage, and then, and only then, do they even consider breaking a silence on a topic they should have spoken out on and taken the strictest action possible against so long ago.

i will do my best to keep this updated, but it is so emotionally and mentally exhausting, waking up every day to horror after horror and knowing that the government is doing nothing to help, has never done anything to help.

please make sure this news reaches as many people as possible. please, speak up. please keep talking about this. don’t let them fade away as yet another statistic.