It has often been said that "you should care about [group/issue x, y, or z] because they'll come for you next," and that can be an effective appeal.
But this is not solidarity.
Solidarity is being there for each other because we recognize the fragility and vulnerability in our shared humanity and the importance and validity of our diverse struggles. We all have needs sometimes, some more existential and urgent than others.
We find strength, comfort, love, and safety in each other. That is community. That is solidarity.
do you think the trend “would you still love me if i was a worm” is banned in the archives since the prentiss incident. like. tim says it as a joke once and jon almost spills his coffee on the carpet with how fast he turns around
sorry i never replied. everyday is blending together and im losing sense of time
reminders:
if you or someone you know might need it in the next few years, purchase plan b. the shelf life of plan b is 4 years, and we might not be able to access it as easily as we can now in the days ahead.
if you are larger/plus size: go online and purchase ella instead of plan b. plan b is less effective if you aren’t under 160 pounds.
if you can, purchase books that project 2025 is looking to ban.
mass deportations are starting. if you see ice vehicles or agents, yell ice raid and la migra as loud as you can.
if someone asks who you voted for, keep your mouth shut. they’re fishing for traitors.
if anyone, anyone at all asks about your neighbors or their legal status in the us, you know nothing. don’t be the reason that their family is separated.
if anyone asks about your religion or lack thereof, keep it vague. this administration will look for any excuse to persecute you.
your friends are trans or queer? for the next four years they’re not. don’t expose anyone’s status as a trans or queer person to anyone else, even if you think you can trust them.
did someone you know get an abortion? no, they didn’t. they were never pregnant.
in short, don’t be a snitch, and keep to yourself these next four years. we’ll make it through this even if it seems hopeless at times.
we can survive this. we’ve survived before, and we’ll survive again.
had an unnerving experience the other day.
I normally feel quite comfortable with the Lonely, so much so that i tend to actively seek it out. The other day though, my comfortable long-term fear of always being alone was turned into a very sudden and sharp terror. thats what you get for flirting with fear, i suppose.
i was on a train during rush hour, it was very full. then it pulled into the central station. and absolutely everyone else got off. I was the only passenger left. I didn’t mind at first, but nobody got on at the next station either, and that was a bit weird.
and then. and then the train exited the tunnel onto the surrounding fields. and there was nobody to be seen anywhere. at that moment i was completely convinced that even the train conductor was gone, and i was the only person left in the world. sat on a moving train in the empty countryside.
the spell was broken a couple minutes later by a handful of people on the platforms in the next village.
I’ve never been this, how should i say, urgently scared by the Lonely. ive always been acutely aware and very much afraid of it, but that immediate terror was new
Even when you get used to the embrace of a Fear, even when you willingly nestle into it, convince yourself that it is your home, it can always still touch you. Sometimes that confidence is nothing more than an invitation.
The monthly routine yk how it goes
honestly the world is so lucky I will never be a time traveler. I'd legit go to some random village in 1339 or smth and be like.
"Hi there, so you know the 7 deady sins and 7 heavenly virtues yes? Well let me introduce to you the 14 fears :)"
And each time I'd go in a cloak with slightly different properties. One time I would go with very gentle eye patterns with a few eyes painted on my hands with some elias bouchard jewelry, and others I would go covered in dirt and with a shovel on my back and each time I would look like and tell tales of each fear until I became a myth of some weird lady who'd tell you of the world with eyes and claws and knives and doors and holes and skies so blue and-