acetone kitten @acetone_kitten@mastodon.social

it is the world's biggest mood to clock fellow transpeople in public and want to reach out to them in solidarity and just not really have any appropriate way to do so

after a craven ugly betrayal that destroyed the political project i've worked on for the past 9 months, i somehow found or borrowed the heart to go out and table and recruit anyway.

i ate shit for the whole shift. nothing but indifference or hostility for 90 minutes.

Saturday i'll go do it again.

i may change tactics or even leave my tendency but i'm going to spend the rest of my life chipping away at the edifices of capital and patriarchy however i can.

i have a really different experience of transness from most trans people but then there are moments where i'm like "how the fuck did i deny i was trans for decades, how did that happen"

i work in a skyscraper, so i bought a pocket scope. the Terrible River offers many for around $20; and the one i bought is fine except that it arrived _reeking_ of solvents. i worry i am now complicit in some kid having leukemia
i didn't buy one of the scopes with the convenient camera adapters, but on its first use in the field, i couldn't resist mashing the scope against my phone. so here it is, the best photo of the Space Needle you'll see all day

struggling to process anger from yesterday's head tax vote. every petit bougie dirtbag and neoliberal "solutions" dipshit came out to fight a compromise to a compromise. they were so much more angry about taxes than about people freezing on the street, _even if they themselves wouldn't be taxed_. class enemies & class traitors from hell to breakfast.

still, it was a victory. we'd have got nothing if we hadn't fought. this was one battle in a long class war. back to the front.

i drove a car today for the first time in about 18 months. i still know how, sorta, but it's stressful. it's a skill worth having, but i'm glad that my life doesn't require me to do this daily.

for me, the struggle for housing justice & for the right to the city is the struggle for the right not to drive, the right not to _have_ to own a car, the right to not _have_ to endanger my own and others' lives on a daily basis. that is, inescapably, what driving is - until we have self-driving cars.

yesterday i was at city hall in the morning and at a meeting in the evening

today i phone banked, which i hate

tomorrow, city hall again before work, flyering after work

saturday, March on Amazon, Seattle Central College, 11am-?

sorry not sorry, fuck the police, etc etc. this still feels right.

hey comrades, Amazon is trying to bully Seattle out of taxing a _tiny_ fraction of its profits. come out on Saturday to show them we won't stand for that, and to pressure the city council into passing the EHT!
https://m.facebook.com/events/205330846749969/

stolen from starkatt@awoo.space - what tabletop RPG class am I?

i guess i'm a cleric of a faith that _aggressively_ doesn't believe in god(s) these days, but what do y'all think.

that werewolf likes you

(is this "shitposting")

wait a minute - i really am getting better as a person, because today, instead of being absolute hot garbage at my tasklist while alone, i've merely been _bad_. this is progress and progress is good.

being alone for three hours while i prepare to do something important is some grim, ugly shit. whether or not it's warranted, i feel little self-worth or trust in my own competence or even intentions in this moment. it'll get better when i'm out in the world.

how did i ever think that i was cut out to be a hermit? that would be the most destructive course i could take. probably it was fear of other people talking.

"no, these are the good ones, give me the bad ones"

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