fun ways to affirm⋆.ೃ࿔*:・🧁
remember, to affirm is to think so u could affirm whenever wherever you want. im just going to be listing some ways to affirm favorable things in a more fun way ✨
sing ur affirmations like a song
say ur affirmations during mirror work
vaunt about urself/write a vaunt about urself
pretend like ur telling someone ab ur manifestation success (on the phone) and repeat ur affirmations
robotically affirm
write a script and throw in some of ur affirmations
affirm at the end of the day as though you were writing a journal entry about your manifestation successes
listen to ur affirmation tapes
affirm before sleeping (in state akin to sleep) and when u wake up
affirm mindlessly when doing mundane tasks
491 notes
·
View notes
straight up i feel like people should be required to type out trans exclusionary radical feminist each time so that they can really think about it
yeah but even then I don't think it's enough because like there are a significant amount of transmasc terfs and like individual terfs' stances vary but radical feminism as a whole is by no means inherently incompatible with a tme trans identity. so my issue is that there are a lot of people who are (either ignorantly or maliciously) throwing around very similar rhetoric to terfs (trans men and butch lesbians are basically the same thing, trans women pose a threat to Females, there are special Female Experiences all Females share that trans women have no access to, etc) but couched in progressive language & get away with it because people have no idea what terf rhetoric actually looks like and fall back on it as a reassuring bogeyman to label anything they dont like. to the extent that those same people will call YOU a terf for taking issue with like saying trans men can be lesbians, even though that is literally exactly what terfs believe, that trans men are lesbians. they'll be like well you're excluding a group of trans people from a label, that's trans exclusive!!!
to be clear, terfs frequently do and say things that are harmful to trans men. but the issue is that on the flipside of that, people assume that supporting trans men is mutually incompatible with being a terf when it really isn't. so radical feminists are able to easily pass off transmisogyny as long as it's supportive of trans men, and people openly accept it. the vast majority of 'terf rhetoric' which is being widely spread rn is that which INCLUDES trans men, at the expense of trans women. people need to learn to spot when something is specifically transmisogynistic, rather than just seeing approval of trans men and switching off.
14 notes
·
View notes
This is gonna sound rather conceited but I feel like it highlights an issue we have in Art.
I'm good at art. I've never had a hard time making art. I started using crayons before I could walk. Painting, Beadwork, sculpture, sketching, stippling, whatever- once I have a feel for the material, it doesn't take long to start doing what I want with it. It's been a common theme my whole life.
(Y contrast I'm awful at things like dancing, performance, sports, etc- in all things there is balance, right?)
Now, I've taught myself to use so many artistic mediums now that I KNOW how to most efficiently integrate them into the brain database. Once you really *understand* a material, it's much like memorizing the layout of your house, or flexing a muscle, or something in-between- it becomes PART of your brain in a way I cant quite articulate. But to get there involves just fucking around for a bit doing nothing in particular.
And I've found, especially in group settings, that nobody seems to be able to see you make something badly and leave you alone. Even if you say you're fine, you don't want help, you're happy, you're having fun, it's fine, they gotta ride your ass and hover.
I was at a class the other day for something I hadn't done before. The medium was one I've never used, so once the instructor told us the basics I started experimenting with weight, gravity, texture, viscosity, saturation, temperature, etc. The instructor had given enough info to know what was dangerous and what was safe, and beyond that I just wanted to absorb what I could about it.
And no insult to the instructor, but they kept checking in. Which was fine the first few times.
But then, without asking me what I was trying to do, started giving tips. That I told them I was grateful for but didn't really need just yet. If I had a question, I'd ask.
But they kept coming over. And touching my shit. And manipulating my project. And touching my hands. And using my tools. Without fucking asking.
And this happens every time. EVERY TIME. And by now I know the best way to get them to fuck off is to make something way beyond their expectations so they know I'm capable, then go back to doing what I want.
So I did. I wanted to keep having fun and learning, but instead I made something beautiful that I really didn't want to make, and wasted my time, and really didn't learn what I wanted to learn at all. I knew the formula to create a beautiful thing, so I followed that formula the same way I have a hundred times before, and didn't get to try anything spontaneous or ugly or exciting, just so I could be left alone.
And I know when I was a kid, I was aware aware people saw me puttering alone on something ugly assumed I had a special issue and treated me like I was stupid because of that. (I was neurodivergent.) And at at time I knew that I could do a neat trick for them like a trained pony and they'd go, "Oh, surely they aren't defective if they can do something like that!" And piss off.
But what if I hadn't known how to do that?
What if I hadn't been talented, or "special"?
What if I'd been just any other average kid trying to learn, and I couldn't pop something pretty out of my ass to get them off my back?
My problem my whole life has been that I haven't been allowed to make anything ugly in peace. I'm capable of beauty, so I have to make beauty, or get stepped on. And once people see what I can do, they get loud about it. "Look at this! Look what they did! We all know who the best is, don't we?". And that used to feel good, but it's tiring.
And how many people like me just wanted to play? Just wanted to have fun and experiment? Who were having fun with no goal in mind, or just took longer to learn, who gave up because of all the obnoxious helpers breathing down their neck with no way to shake them off?
How many of us are made to feel defective because we aren't doing things beautifully?
I have a lovely piece of art I didn't want to make.
I think I'm gonna frame it.*
(*I think I'm gonna burn it in my yard.)
6K notes
·
View notes