between tumblr being found guilty of moderating lgbtq content unequally during the 2018 ban in court and @ sorryforpartyrocking being nuked for suggesting one of tumblr staff may have investment in defending terfs to now many different trans women having their text posts and selfies being flagged as mature without the opportunity to appeal in any meaningful way (one of which was nuked herself)… it’s very. hmmmm. it’s a bad look. as if staff wasn’t already on thin ice for refusing to engage in any effective way with hate speech. “queerest space on the internet” my ass
EDIT: If you derail this for the purposes of intracommunity discourse, (yes that includes “q slur discourse”) you deserve whatever consequences you receive. This post isn’t about you. It’s about trans women.
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If the people “protesting” refused to return their library books for any reason, late fees would be applied and eventually the debt would be taken over by the San Diego Office of the City Treasurer, which offers penalties for non-payment found here: https://www.sandiego.gov/treasurer/delinquent/nonpayment
Litigation is on this list, but probably in a civil rather than a criminal court. I imagine one could charge the “protestors” with “willful obstruction of state representatives in the course of executing their sworn duties,” especially since the ding-a-lings confessed to holding the books hostage on purpose for a political purpose in an email, but I couldn’t find any evidence of specific criminal charges relating to refusal to return library materials. Looks like the most likely response by state officials would be to send them to collections or dock their tax return for the owed amount.
Someone really needs to sit these conservative types down and explain the Streisand Effect to them though. $15,000 will buy a LOT of queer books.
I like the “reluctant dad” trope as much as anyone, but I want to see men who actively want to be dads as well. Active, open desire for children and taking part of the childcare process shouldn’t be gendered, for everyone’s sakes. Gay men, trans men, single men—they all should feel comfortable expressing interest in becoming a parent, especially with regards to babies—infant care is the most heavily gendered kind of childcare.
I know this isn’t the sort of thing that a lot of people on tumblr are going to RELATE to, but I think it’s an important concept to consider. Childcare will be healthier for everyone involved—parents, children, people who do or don’t want to be parents—if we remove the gender association.
I like the “reluctant dad” trope as much as anyone, but I want to see men who actively want to be dads as well. Active, open desire for children and taking part of the childcare process shouldn’t be gendered, for everyone’s sakes. Gay men, trans men, single men—they all should feel comfortable expressing interest in becoming a parent, especially with regards to babies—infant care is the most heavily gendered kind of childcare.
I know this isn’t the sort of thing that a lot of people on tumblr are going to RELATE to, but I think it’s an important concept to consider. Childcare will be healthier for everyone involved—parents, children, people who do or don’t want to be parents—if we remove the gender association.
![a screenshot of the poem "How to Be a Dog" by Andrew Kane. It reads: If you want to be a dog, first you must learn to wait. You must wait all day until somebody returns, and if somebody returns late, you must learn to wait until then. Then you must learn to speak in one of the voices available to you, high and light or mellow thick and low or middle-range and terse. Whichever voice you learn to speak, you will meet somebody who does not like you because of it, they will be wary or annoyed or you will remind them of something or someone else. Once you have learned to speak you must learn not to speak unless you absolutely must, or to speak as much as you feel you must regardless of how many times you are told to stop, or sit, or placed behind a door—this will depend on what kind of a dog you want to be. And indeed there are many kinds. It may not feel as though you get to choose, and that too is a kind of dog. Next you must learn to relinquish all control over everything you might wish to control. You must learn to prefer to be led about by the neck on a piece of string, or staked to a neglected lawn by a length of chain. You must learn, once you have sampled the freedom of a life without a chain, that it is better to return and be chained again. Or you may learn that it is not—a fugitive is also a kind of dog. Of course you must learn to love, to love always and love entirely and to be wounded by nothing so much as the violence of your own love. You must learn to be confused but never disappointed by a deficiency of love. You must give up your children and not know why. You must lose yourself wholly in activity; you must never feel an itch that you do not scratch. You must learn how to wait at the foot of the bed and hope, silently, that somebody is drunk enough or lonely enough to invite you up, and you must learn not to show your excitement too much or overplay your hand. If you want to be a dog, you must learn to believe that you are not in fact a dog at all. [End Image Description.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/5f10e46dd110bb4196c1a9b4b924a395/8d9a2f5203fc94be-40/s500x750/e577b71b0cfa19ecf608a57f4680885e68c6240c.png)
![a screenshot of the poem "Meditations in an Emergency" by Cameron Awkward-Rich. It reads: I wake up & it breaks my heart. I draw the blinds & the thrill of rain breaks my heart. I go outside. I ride the train, walk among the buildings, men in Monday suits. The flight of doves, the city of tents beneath the underpass, the huddled mass, old women hawking roses, & children all of them, break my heart. There’s a dream I have in which I love the world. I run from end to end like fingers through her hair. There are no borders, only wind. Like you, I was born. Like you, I was raised in the institution of dreaming. Hand on my heart. Hand on my stupid heart. End Image Description.]](https://64.media.tumblr.com/509d097bd825913230e7ebf3daccb064/8d9a2f5203fc94be-ba/s500x750/dfd407767a0264f20c4a74c70ef5a450586b8def.png)
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