So, I cannot find the setting where I choose whether or not to share a post on Twitter or Facebook. It appears now that changes to your profile and setting are saved automatically, rather than allowing you to cancel them should you change your mind.
Small wonder I’m on Tumblr so rarely anymore.
just a quick note that I’m still here. Just not posting much.
When I was a little boy growing up in Southern Appalachia my family attended a small Holiness church where poetry fell out of people’s mouths when they rose from the hard wooden pews to testify. They revealed their joys and sorrows. They sought forgiveness. But most of all they told their own stories. Because they were Appalachian they had a particular way of expressing themselves. They spoke in a rhythm that mimicked the way stripes of mist ease over the ridges on summer mornings. Their words were so vivid and perfect, they seemed to have been carefully chosen. But for them, telling a story was innate. They were born with the ability to testify.
We take words seriously in Appalachia. We have a deep reverence for language and storytelling. So it’s no surprise that testifying is seen as a sacred act for many people of the Southern mountains.
— Silas House (via dswhvdihu)
Anonymous said: How do you feel about trans women invading feminist spaces?
i don’t get how a woman can “invade” a space meant for women.
"On January 5, 1993, a 22-year-old pre-operative transsexual woman from Seattle, Filisa Vistima, wrote in her journal, “I wish I was anatomically ‘normal’ so I could go swimming… . But no, I’m a mutant, Frankenstein’s monster.” Two months later Filisa Vistima committed suicide. What drove her to such despair was the exclusion she experienced in Seattle’s queer community, some members of which opposed Filisa’s participation because of her transsexuality — even though she identified as and lived as a bisexual woman. The Lesbian Resource Center where she served as a volunteer conducted a survey of its constituency to determine whether it should stop offering services to male-to-female transsexuals. Filisa did the data entry for tabulating the survey results; she didn’t have to imagine how people felt about her kind. The Seattle Bisexual Women’s Network announced that if it admitted transsexuals the SBWN would no longer be a women’s organization. “I’m sure,” one member said in reference to the inclusion of bisexual transsexual women, 4 6 the boys can take care of themselves.” Filisa Vistima was not a boy, and she found it impossible to take care of herself. Even in death she found no support from the community in which she claimed membership. “Why didn’t Filisa commit herself for psychiatric care?” asked a columnist in the Seattle Gay News. “Why didn’t Filisa demand her civil rights?” In this case, not only did the angry villagers hound their monster to the edge of town, they reproached her for being vulnerable to the torches. Did Filisa Vistima commit suicide, or did the queer community of Seattle kill her? (4)"
TW: Transmisogyny, Transphobia, Suicide