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I run where the darker crowds run, on the rain-swept streets where the black rain runs. I see things the darker kids see, though you wouldn't believe all that's happened to me. I've been to the back-side of Hell and I've played with your fear and enjoyed it well. This; our time, the night; our day - we'll dance this fading life away...
I am wolf. I am ghost. I am Wendigo. I am demon. I have D.I.D.
This is a post about me: http://mitresquaremurder.soup.io/post/253874476/About-MitreSquareMurder
Read it if you're curious.
I like sexy women and disturbing things. If breasts and blood bother you or are not considered acceptable in your workplace, kindly find another soup.
Some other things you will find here: corsets/lingerie, wolves, macabre fashion, death, body art, fantasy, cute animals, magic, dangerous females, things Victorian, pirates and some randomness.
But mostly breasts and blood.
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The best T. rex is nonbinary, guys!!!
I support them
casual reminder that this blog is trans friendly: the main mod is a non-binary trans guy that uses they/the m and he/him pronouns equally!
This blog is also trans friendly ^_^ I am nonbinary and utilize she/her and ey/em. Just a fun reminder. And Jack and Ryuu are both fantastic allies.
Since this awesomeness is going around and I don’t think I’ve ever outright stated it – this is a good time to clarify that this is a trans-friendly blog. I’m non-binary and use ‘they’ pronouns!
All are welcome here. ♥
My blog is as trans-friendly as it can be, which is to say no form of abuse will come from it (cause that would just be unprofessional); however, just because science currently does not know the gender of a fossilized skeleton, does not mean it did not have one when alive, for science only recognizes male and female sexes, anything else is an anomaly. Simultaneously, you have every right to use they/them pronouns and if it helps you personally, that’s great, but those pronouns still do not make grammatical sense, nor biological/sex sense when used in a sentence, for whoever is reading it is automatically thinking the author is referring to more than one person.
Your blog isn’t “trans friendly” then. Don’t act like you support us then tell us our identities “don’t make sense”.
The singular “they” is extremely common and perfectly correct English, and has been for centuries. I guarantee every English speaker has used the singular “they” in their lifetime. Absolutely nothing supports the argument that the singular “they” is incorrect. In fact:
Additionally, science DOES, in fact, recognise sexes that are not male or female. Intersex sexes have been recognised for decades. It is absolutely not a new concept that physical sex goes beyond clear cut male and female, and it is also a scientifically recognised phenomena.
Science also recognises that sex and gender are not, in fact, the same thing, nor necessarily linked. For someone who is supposedly “trans friendly”, this is basic fucking knowledge.
You’ve also completely missed that the point of this action on Twitter (and this post here, on Tumblr) was to support trans and NB people, rather than a serious scientific statement on the gender identity of a bunch of fucking rocks. Of course SUE, as a dead fossilised jumble of bones and plaster, does not actually have a gender. That’s not the point here. The point is the normalisation of pronoun declarations for the safety of trans and NB individuals.
What you have just done, here? This is a classic example of nonbinary (and intersex) erasure, dismissal, and hatred. What’s worse, is you tried to frame it as a support message, “except where it doesn’t make sense”. Accepting trans and nonbinary people means listening to us, not trying to tell us we’re “wrong” or “don’t exist” or “don’t make sense”. You used flowery language and a superior tone to try and dismiss us, all while saying “I support you, but be aware I think this is stupid/wrong/nonsensical”.
If you support us, support us, period. If you don’t, then don’t try to pretend you do. And for gods sake get your facts straight before attempting to look like you’re “just stating the facts”.
Sorry, you can’t call yourself trans friendly, @expeditionersdiscoveryguild, when you completely talk over our experiences and our realities. That’s not being a good ally, that’s acting like you know better than us.
My blog is definitely trans-friendly, though as a non-trans-person I’ll probably end up making mistakes but they certainly won’t be intentional ones. I am gender-fluid, though, but that isn’t the point.
I think the whole point of SUE having a twitter at all is to reach as many people as possible, to share how cool museums and dinosaurs and science are. We DON’T know SUE’s gender, so assigning one or the other isn’t really relevant or sensible. SUE is a ‘they’ and as a ‘they’, is able to be relateable to everyone, to girls and boys and transpeople and nonbinary people and everyone else.
This is what science SHOULD be doing, saying, “We have this fossil and we don’t know if it was male or female, so let’s call it a ‘they’.” That’s way better than picking a sex based on…what? Personal preference? How ‘pretty’ the bones look? Non-evidence-based ideas about how strength and size indicated sex in this particular species? “They/Them” is not just more inclusive, it’s more scientific.
The so-called ‘Murder Castle’ of serial killer H. H. Holmes.
Downstairs it housed perfectly respectable shopfronts while upstairs contained a bizarre mixture of living areas and killing rooms. Normal sleeping chambers were interspersed with maze-like corridors, doors that opened to walls, hidden doors, secret panels and other strangeness.
Unsuspecting women (as well as some men and children) who lodged here would sooner or later find themselves in a sealed, soundproofed room. Some were hooked to gas jets for suffocation, some were fireproofed and had blow-torch-like apparatus on the walls, many had chutes into the basement where Holmes kept his operating table and dissecting tools, which he reportedly used on both the living and the dead. The functions of some of the rooms were never discovered.
The basement contained more mysterious chambers, jars of poison, torture instruments (including a stretching rack) as well as pits of quicklime and vats of acid for dissolving corpses once he was finished with his experiments. From a footprint found in a pile of quicklime in a separate small room, it is possible Holmes experimented with using quicklime on living persons.
this honest to god looks like my old house and it’s making me laugh
(and yes, i did live in a place that fallen apart (worse actually). until someone burned it down)
Pretty much anybody can make ramen if they have the basic equipment. And making ramen isn’t hard. You can make ramen in a cup. It can even be a dirty cup you picked up off the floor. You can make it in a pot or in some fancy ramen cooker dish. There are different flavors of ramen, you can even make more than one pack at a time. And ramen is good, it’s helpful in a lot of situations and it gets you through stuff but ramen is only really good when you add to it.
You can add pretty much whatever you can imagine to ramen, you can add spices, all kinds of ingredients, but it’s not just toppings. It’s also the difference between thinking about what you add, instead of just adding whatever worked last time. Or what’s in the fridge.
It’s about standing there and testing for when the noodles are done instead of wandering away for what’s supposed to be three minutes and is closer to six. It’s standing there laughing with a friend while the water boils, talking about the last time you hung out. It’s pretending it’s gourmet and drinking a glass of wine with it even if you’re using plastic forks.
Stop just microwaving ramen in a chipped cup. Like, if all you’ve got’s a chipped cup, okay, but do something with it. You don’t have to buy anything new or get some exotic sauce you’ve never tasted before. Add something that makes you smile, makes you laugh. Go outside and eat it. Make it while listening to really loud Italian opera and dancing around the kitchen like you’re a fancy chef.
And for the sex side of this, don’t think I’m saying ‘go get some new toys and kinks and try weird stuff’ because that’s not what I’m saying at all. If that makes you happy, sure, go ahead. But I mean stop thinking of it like, ‘I do this, you do this, at least one of us is satisfied, we’re done.’
I always tell partners, “If you’re not laughing during sex, you’re doing it wrong.” Because stupid things happen. Laugh. Don’t be afraid to talk. Add nonsense. Stop in the middle because something funny occurred to you.
Don’t be college-kid ramen made in an unwashed cup.
I’m pretty sure I’d always heard that it was so that, if your body was found, people could use the earring to pay for your funeral.
Pirates (and other seafarers) actually wore earrings for complicated, multi-faceted reasons, but first you have to understand that earrings then aren’t the same as earrings now.
The average earring now isn’t worth anything; even if you have one that’s actually made of gold, you’d have to take it to a pawnshop and try and convince them to give you something for it. But in the past, walking around with a gold earring was essentially walking around with a large piece of currency that conveniently didn’t have any nation of origin on it.
Seafarers have always been notoriously bad with money. They lived incredibly harsh lives that were usually short and often ended brutally. In theory, it was possible to save up the money you made (either in wages or pirate loot) but you never knew when you were going to die, so most men spent all of their money immediately on alcohol, tobacco, women and whatever else they wanted, and then immediately had to go back to sea to get some more.
The gold earring represented a piece of emergency money. As long as you kept firmly resolved to never spend it on fun times (who knows how many men didn’t have that willpower), even if your pockets were empty, if something really bad happened, you had that chunk of cash. It couldn’t be stolen out of your pockets and it didn’t matter what country you found yourself in.
Since people first started paddling on the ocean, sailors have been deeply superstitious. For a sailor, there were whole lists: things you couldn’t do on a certain day, words you couldn’t say, colors things couldn’t be, things that were bad signs, things that were good signs, things that brought storms, things that made storms go away. They were often contradictory and often fiercely argued about.
Unlike in the movies, sailors came from, and travelled to, all parts of the world and were often of mixed ancestry and cultures, especially pirates. As more parts of the world traded with each other, sailors came in contact with more cultures, more traditions and more superstitions that they adopted. Many African and Native American and Central American groups have their own beliefs about the benefits of piercings. Many cultures give boys piercings or scars when they become men and some see these as marks of strength or manliness.
In sailing terms, crossing the equator or rounding the Horn for the first time were seen as a kind of coming of age and were celebrated with wild hazing activities, including sometimes piercing the boy’s ears. So it’s likely that the average sailor would have some of this context in mind when getting a gold earring. We also know from some contemporary descriptions of pirate crews that some of them had piercings in other areas of their face, some with wood and bone. It would seem, then, that other culture or aesthetic values were going on. Pirates, in particular, were pretty rebellious fellows and may have gotten facial jewelry for the same reason many people do today.
It is possible that it is from the Chinese, some of whom believe that an acupuncture spot in the ear benefits vision, that seafarers got the idea that earrings improved eyesight, though I have not actually read this fact in historical literature itself.
Finally, it is certainly true that many people believed that if they did not receive a proper burial their soul would not rest or they would not be able to go on to whatever they believed awaited them. Some also believed that some afterlife figure or other would require a fee.
Therefore, as @ice-nix says, it was hoped that whoever found the body would be honest (or afraid of being haunted) enough to make sure you were buried well.
TL;DR: Wearing a gold earring served the triple purpose of always-ready emergency money, fulfilling whatever benefits your culture believed came with piercings (strength, better eyesight, coming of age, manliness, making you look badass, whatever) and making sure you didn’t end up a ghost.
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