When you start looking for examples of nonconsensual culture in technology, you find them absolutely everywhere.
- Deb Chachra, Age of Non-Consent
About a month ago, someone sent me this lovely rant and asked me to publish it anonymously. I’ve been sitting on it mostly because I got…
NO “TELEPHONES”. TALK TO EACH OTHER. FACE TO FACE ONLY. WRITE A LETTER. SEND A TELEGRAM TO YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 1860. LIVE.
NO ‘WRITING’… TALK TO EACH OTHER. THROW A ROCK AT YOUR MOM. PRETEND IT’S 10,000 BCE. LIVE.
URGGA. ROU GRAAURH. RUH.
<SMACKS HANDS ON WALL WITH PAINT.>
NO ‘HIGHER BRAIN FUNCTIONS’ …USE YOUR REPTILIAN BRAIN
EAT YOUR MOM’S CORPSE SHE DIED TO PROVIDE YOU WITH SUSTENANCE
PRETEND YOU HAVE JUST AROSE FROM THE SEA
NO “MULTICELLULAR TRAITS”….. USE YOUR SYMBIOTIC MITOCHONDRIA
REPRODUCE ASEXUALLY, YOU’RE YOUR OWN PARENT
PRETEND IT’S 2BYA
NO “LIFE.” USE FUNDAMENTAL PHYSICAL FORCES TO FORM SPHERICAL OBJECTS REVOLVING AROUND ONE ANOTHER IN SPACE.
FUSE HYDROGEN INTO HELIUM USING GRAVITATIONAL PRESSURE TO PRODUCE HEAT AND LIGHT.
PRETEND IT’S 4.5BYA.
STABILIZE INTO EQUILIBRIA
NO “MATTER”. EXIST IN THE VOID WITHOUT PURPOSE OR MEANING.
THERE IS NO “YOU”, ONLY THE VAST CONCEPT OF NOTHING.
TIME DOES NOT EXIST.
FACEBOOK: Hi, I’m Facebook.
ME: Nice to meet you, I’m Ryan.
FACEBOOK: What’s your last name? Where do you live? When were you born? What’s your phone number? Is that work or mobile? Can I have your work number too?
ME: Facebook, I just met you.
FACEBOOK: This is what…
"I just want to stop working."
Me too, dude.
For Immediate Release: June 29, 2014
Trans and Queer Activists Beaten and Arrested During SF Pride
San Francisco’s Mission District – At least six people were arrested on Saturday night after a protest against a prison-themed Kink.com party.
The six included a National Lawyers’ Guild Legal Observer; several protesters were clubbed and beaten to the ground after a protest numbering several hundred marched to the Armory at 14th and Mission Streets in the Mission District, from a 10 p.m. gathering at the 16th Street BART Station. Two of the arrestees have been released; four are still in custody as of 4 a.m. Sunday morning.
The promoters of the Kink.com party mockingly invited people to “get arrested” and enjoy “solitary confinement, showers, jailbreak, love and lust, freedom and confinement.” The protesters argued that the party was a crude event that profited off of the brutality suffered by trans women and gender nonconforming people of color, who are so often funneled into the prison industrial complex.
“This is a travesty—on the anniversary of the famed Stonewall Rebellion, where trans and queer people rose up against police brutality, that six people would be arrested for protesting an SF Pride-sanctioned party that celebrated state violence and prison rape,” said Mary Lou Ratchet, a Gay Shame (www.gayshamesf.org) representative. The march was organized by Gay Shame and LAGAI (www.lagai.org).
This is the face of assimilation. Happy now, Gay Inc?
Check out Gay Shame’s call to action:
Please join us in continuing and advancing the struggle for liberation from the prision industrial complex by calling in to the SF DA’s office to demand that the charges against Rebecca, Prisca, and Sarai are dropped.
Please call in to either
"We demand that the DA’s office Drop the Charges against Rebecca Luisa Ruiz-Lichter, Prisca Carpenter, Sarai Robles-Mendez."
Please feel free to add any additional comments and spread the word.
Petitioning Office of San Francisco District Attorney George Gascón Drop the Charges against Rebecca Ruiz-Lichter, Prisca Carpenter, Sarai Robles-Mendez
Be warned, this is closer in length to a short book than a typical magazine article, but you should find the time to read it, because wow.
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if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages."
b.e.fitzgerald (Art is a Facebook status about your winter break.)
This is perfect.(via rockemsockemrocket)
being on tumblr right now is like playing russian roulette except the bullets are game of thrones spoilers
Misanthropy: a poem about go fuck yourself
They said that I should write what I know
But all I know is that I know nothing
You said that if I don’t have anything nice to say
I shouldn’t say anything at all
So you want I should just stand here and glare at you?
I think it’s more polite if I just say it
In your face sputtering rabid dog obscenities foaming from the mouth
and dripping squeezed-fist blood from white-hot palms held tight (but down).
Or maybe I’ll avert my eyes
(yeah, forget it, man, it’s not worth it, just let it go)
A meek surrender seething rot like dead trees oozing vapor in the cold
nothing was said.
How can I ignore what didn’t even happen?
aw, fuck it
Walk away from walking away from walking away
Peace is the awkward silence when we can’t work out the etiquette of war.
i love old science fiction because it’s all like “IT’S THE DISTANT YEAR TWO THOUSAND AND THREE AND MAN IS EXPLORING THE DEEP CORNERS OF THE UNIVERSE” like god bless you old sci-fi you had such high hopes for us