bfrb's are so funny, like "you perceive a flaw? make it worse." ok cool, thanks. impeccable logic there. this will absolutely not cause potentially life long problems.
they should invent a kind of picking your skin that is free of consequences
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literally no one in these comments understand what having derma (skin picking) is like. the glue thing and fidget toys are not the same, especially like mindless picking / driving / and there's a scab on me and i absolutely need to get it / needing to squeeze whatever i have inside of me out
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Powell's Workers, Fed Up With "Poverty Wages," Move Closer to a Strike - Portland Mercury
UPDATE 8/2/23: THE UNION FOR THE LARGEST INDEPENDENT BOOKSTORE IN THE WORLD HAS VOTED TO AUTHORIZE STRIKE ACTION
- what does this mean?
we aren’t on strike (YET!) but will be able to call for one at any time.
- how can you help?
this isn’t a boycott, but rather a call for support!! we’ll be loud about it when the time comes for picketing, but for now:
DONATE TO OUR STRIKE FUND
SIGN OUR PETITION
read up on the our first call-to-action post from april AND TELL POWELL'S TO PAY US A LIVING WAGE!
I’m going to Constantinople, that shit better not be Istanbul
You know I know I reblogged this already with a joke but—
Re the tags “transphobic parents visiting their out adult children,” it’s even MORE appropriate because we do actually know why Istanbul is no longer Constantinople. It’s because the name came from Constantine, a Roman emperor who converted to Christianity in the third century and immediately decided it was the state religion for the entire Holy Roman Empire—hence the name of that.
Thing is, he was a complete warmonger and also Türkiye hasn’t had a Christian majority in over five hundred years. The predominant religion in Türkiye is Islam—90% of voting-age people in Türkiye are Sunni Muslim—and in the third century when Constantine pulled his shit, most of the people there were pagans. Instanbul was renamed to remove the name of a force that was oppressive and no longer appropriate.
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This young man you thought was your daughter
Has a new name (Sam; he’s named for your father)
So before you say ‘now where is my daughter?’
He’s the kid you recall, barely changed at all.
Trust me ma’am, you won’t want to bother
Saying ‘you’re no son,’ if so, you’re no mother
He’s afraid today, cause you’re coming over,
And he’s telling you what he’s done
Now, you wouldn’t call Aunt Peggy ‘Margeret’
We all know she hates that name.
Promise you, Sammy feels the same
So run that back: you don’t have a daughter,
Got a son named Sam, and you are his mother
If you can’t take that, then don’t even bother
And I’m sorry to say it but it’s true,
He’ll be who is without you.
Tapping the “If art cannot be made without abusing those that make it, I do not want it” sign vigorously once again.








