otherkin companion open thread

Hi, all, I will likely be absent for the following fortnight, for I have just received a singing telegram from the president of the united states of america asking for donations. It is veracious to say that I am appalled beyond any appreciable amount of multi-lettered words which could be expressed on a scale discernible sans telescope that a human person who merely runs the country would request money from someone who struggles daily on behalf of the most important blog and twitter feed on the interverse. Nonetheless, it is unambiguously clear that the president of our nation requires my assistance, and I will be alighting the next aeroplane departing unto the white house so that I can explain oppression, discrimination, and racism to president barack obama. I will be submitting receipts for my airefare and any tattoos that I receive while on my trip with the great expectation that the government will reimburse me for my expenses, as one of my most important feminist acts.

In the meantime, I am opening a thread in which you may feel invited to share photographs of the non-human fur/scale/feather/exoskeleton-covered or shelled otherkin in your life. You are not obligated to post any photographs in this thread. Please do make sure that you have permission from each animal before posting. Also, when posting photos keep in mind that you may be disappearing, nonexistencing, or caching the experiences of non-animal-companioned persons, thus, your photo should not contain any images of your animal companions.

you are either nuanced or you aren't

People have complicated relationships to television shows. That is why I always tell people not to judge where others draw the line in terms of what sorts of kyriarchal garbage horseshit they will tolerate in a television show. It is also why I tell them to shut the cunt up when they criticize my choices and why I chastise and excommunicate them if they express any interest in watching the Simpsons.

All of this is evidence of the deep complexities and nuance for which I openly allow in this space each time I politely remind you to psychically discern my arbitrary whims when it comes to where lines are drawn and where they are not. As an example, jokes about acid facials are progressive, whereas, references to the simpsons are abhorrent and fat-hating, cromulent pro-simpsons persons will not be tolerated in this advanced nuance space.

You are either nuanced or you aren't.

social justice points drive

Here's the reminder for those who have requested it.* This blog doesn't run on cocktail forks or your mindless devotion or your being completely, unquestioningly in.

I don't say this to guilt you or suggest that you should give me your last child support dollars (though to my knowledge neither I nor Saul the Potato have ever denounced his once insinuating that you should).

In all honesty it goes against my nature to ask for money. However, I made the choice to blog full-time. You have made the choice to consume my full-time work. Therefore, you owe me money. One doesn't have to be a logician or live inside Ockham's plaid underpants to realize that you are indebted to me.

This blog is basically like a newspaper, for which most people still pay subscriptions, amiright, except that I take all letters to the editor and ceremoniously burn them in effigy to Mesus each night while cackling and plotting how I will next convince myself that I am not emotionally abusing my readership. Thus, my work has value. And, listen, it is unfortunate that this kind of work isn't more highly valued and that most bloggers have to put extra work or creativity into generating income from their blogs. But fuck that. I don't need to take time away from quadruple posting things on twitter and my blog and my trash blog and posting youtube videos that you can find on your own due to the magic of google. Failing to hold the blog hostage to your donations is anti-justice.

That said, it's your choice to pay your tab or not. I am not asking anyone to struggle on behalf of this blog anymore than my husband (whose salary is more or less searchable) and I should have to make ourselves fucking homeless in order to keep running this blog from a pile of garbage in a landfill where it is always fuckwintercunttornadoshitland.

So yeah, if you enjoy the content and if you "can," then please be completely unquestioningly in...with your finances.

This is also the post where I will be super responsive and uncharacteristically kind to all commenters, so enjoy!

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*Although requests for me to do more work (logic dictates that you likely have a calendar where you can set up your own reminders) are normally viewed as unwelcome demands I am going to go ahead and do you this favor on this one out of my own kindness.

here's some important shit I already said in lieu of new content

[CN: Fat Hatred Apocalypse]

By the way, if you can't find my amazing twitter feed in the tweetfuckiverse it's because my account is currently SUSPENDED. For unknown reasons. Probably because of twitter's hatred of fat people and Republican fuckbias, which are the only reasons anyone would ever have a problem with anything I say or do ever. But here are some posts for now anyway.

blah blah garbage fart #feministwork, #writingforaliving
— Judith Shakestown (@JudyShakestown) January 19, 2014

typey type the typey fingers #mostimportantfeministwork
— Judith Shakestown (@JudyShakestown) January 19, 2014

NOTE: Yes, my twitter account has finally been restored. I already know this and everything else. Any comments stating facts will be deleted for assuming I don't know something. I have already typed tenfuckinghundred times that manstating is strictly prohibited in this protected space.