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sorry. my ex took my talent in the divorce.

@loverboycertification / loverboycertification.tumblr.com

i'm just some guy (sorry)
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Free Palestine.

Hi I'm Eph (29, he/him)

I love trans women & BIPOC & queer people & questioning people

I'm a chronically ill white guy in the desert who uses the internet like a loud annoying diary

Tired communist USAmerican who works in substance use disorder recovery while volunteering in harm reduction because people who use drugs should be able to do so safely and people whose lives are impaired by their drug use deserve liberation from impairment if they so seek it.

I'm an animal rights activist and that does not inherently mean I live a plant-based lifestyle.

ACAB & FUCKICE

If you have any disdain for anyone with noticeable melanin in their complexion or trans people or sex workers or the dudes with their one dangly earring I implore you to block me first because I hate you personally ♡ and I will find you and block you. Ugly.

I don't understand a lot of shit but I respect people's right to exist even when I do not or cannot understand them. I don't have to know everything to know when treating people like shit is wrong.

Empathy is a skill that can be cultivated, not some innate trait that a person does or does not possess. In saying that:

You should practice radical empathy (Terri E. Givens wrote a book about it)
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Before sending hatemail, please know I volunteer with 10 different organizations. I literally do more as a transgender chronically ill disabled nursing student than you could ever achieve in your hateful dreams. I'm way too cool to kill myself and it takes so much less time to block me yourself. I'll just block you baby you don't need daddy's attention that bad. ♡

#anon be honest. does hatemail fulfill you.
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There is a theory that watching unbearable stories about other people lost in grief and rage is good for you—may cleanse you of your darkness. Do you want to go down to the pits of yourself all alone? Not much. What if an actor could do it for you? Isn't that why they are called actors? They act for you. You sacrifice them to action. And this sacrifice is a mode of deepest intimacy of you with your own life.

Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides; Tragedy: A Curious Art Form
#wait reblogging again because like...#the wording of this sparked something in me.#specifically: my religious trauma as a kid from the evangelical southeastern US#“they act for you. you sacrifice them to action.”#pair this with the relatively recent Brennan Lee Mulligan quote about whether we need every parable to be true or if we take something#from it and learn#and like... suddenly jesus makes a whole lot of other sense#the bible as a series of ancient tragedy plays...#wherein jesus is an actor sacrificed to action. to bear our suffering.#oh i need people smarter than me to articulate what i am saying. fuck. fucking... Christianity is a distortion...#of all these dramas... these lives wherein grief and hardship are recorded and shared... the dogma metastatized but the same fucking...#the same threads...#in all my shallow studies of religion the “golden rule” that survived in them was “treat others as you would want to be treated”#god does anyone else see what i am getting at. am i alone in the void of tumblr tags lmfao#jesus (actor) sacrificed (sacrificed) to save humanity from suffering (to the action)#carrying the burden of sin = carrying our grief with and for us#augh. anyway whatever i have a headache but fuuuuck i hope someone else Gets It and says it better than me
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There is a theory that watching unbearable stories about other people lost in grief and rage is good for you—may cleanse you of your darkness. Do you want to go down to the pits of yourself all alone? Not much. What if an actor could do it for you? Isn't that why they are called actors? They act for you. You sacrifice them to action. And this sacrifice is a mode of deepest intimacy of you with your own life.

Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides; Tragedy: A Curious Art Form
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Mammal in a Sunday Dress, by Georgina M. Cox, 2026

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Mammal in a Sunday Dress explores the uneasy relationship between femininity, civilisation, and the animal body. At first glance, the figure appears modest and withdrawn. Her posture is composed, her gaze seemingly lowered towards her bare feet, recalling the conventions of nineteenth-century portraiture where women were often depicted as passive objects of observation. Yet as the viewer moves closer, the illusion collapses. Her eyes are not lowered at all. She is looking directly back. The delayed eye contact transforms the encounter. The viewer approaches believing they are safely observing a woman; instead, they realise they have been observed themselves. The work refuses the traditional power dynamic of portraiture, denying the comfort of anonymous spectatorship. Looking becomes a reciprocal act. For Cox, the painting considers humanity's persistent desire to separate itself from the rest of the animal kingdom. The title quietly undermines this distinction. A "mammal" is not another creature—it is us. The Sunday dress, rich with cultural associations of femininity, morality, and respectability, becomes an attempt to distinguish ourselves from nature. Yet clothing cannot alter biology. Beneath lace and ritual remains the same vulnerable animal body. The work also reflects on the historical relationship between women and nature. Across art, religion, and philosophy, women have repeatedly been positioned as closer to instinct, emotion, reproduction, and the body itself, while men have been aligned with reason, culture, and civilisation. Mammal in a Sunday Dress does not reject this comparison. Instead, it questions why proximity to nature has so often been treated as something lesser. Chiaroscuro isolates the figure within darkness, allowing the luminous dress to symbolise the performance of civilisation while the bare feet quietly return the body to the earth. Neither is presented as more truthful than the other. The painting exists in the tension between performance and instinct, refinement and biology. Mammal in a Sunday Dress ultimately asks a simple but unsettling question: if every layer of culture were stripped away, what would remain? Not a king. Not a saint. Not a gentleman or a lady. Only another mammal, looking back.

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