u know what makes me lowkey sad? when someone says ‘i know it seems silly’ before talking about something they clearly care very deeply about bc u know that means someone gave them shit for caring that much about that thing before which is Fucked Up.
or when they’re like “i know i talk too much, just tell me to shut up when u get tired” n they say it as a joke but u can see that they’re uncomfortable, n i get so sad n i wanna fight whoever made them feel like they’re not worth of being heard.
Month: June 2017
Sorry to break the news, but you did not report the person behind that blog. Instead, you reported me. And I am still suffering the consequences.
I did not run that blog. Yes, they used my image. All my pictures from Facebook and Instagram, my statuses, even the captions. And then interspersed them with animal abuse images, fantasies about beastiality, other fucking disgusting sentiments.
You people found my Facebook, where I listed my wildlife rescue group. You didn’t think, for a moment, that it was odd that none of these abuse fantasies appeared on Facebook. A girl who was apparently willing to put her face, her location, the names of her family her local fucking vet clinic on her zoophilic Tumblr page, strangely had none of these thoughts on a just-as-public Facebook page.
Not one single person thought, “This is a bit odd, maybe I should reach out to this person just to confirm that it’s them.”
You people, high on some fantastical idea of justice, called the authorities. And I did not even know about the existence of the blog until the RSPCA showed up on my doorstep one night.
THEY, thankfully, had the sense to believe me. As soon as they showed me the page and I broke down in tears, they got the idea. So they told me to go to the police. The police palmed me off to ACORN (a cybercrime body) who dismissed the case because “nobody in the images was under the age of 18.”
Meanwhile, Tumblr had taken the page down, only for it to resurface again last year.
I then pursued a civil case. Emailed lawyers in my local city. They advised me only to take it to Tumblr, who shut down the page a second time. No further action was taken.
I never received another call from wildlife rescue because I was unable to prove that I did not run this disgusting blog. Wildlife is my biggest passion in the world and I may never work in that industry until I can clear my name.
So I messaged this page – report-a-predator. They told me to prove it – fair enough. So I sent them EVERYTHING. The screenshots, my emails to ACORN and SAPOL and Tumblr and the lawyers. They did not respond. I emailed them again, begging them to clear my name. They did not respond.
I am furious. I am fucking enraged that this post even still exists on their page, because the actions of this so-called “justice group” has directly impacted the life of an innocent person and they will do nothing to acknowledge it. Not even respond to a simple email. Not even take down the incriminating post.
I know my blog is tiny, I know nobody follows it, I know this will probably never be seen. But I am not going to be silent.
If you’re ever caught up in a whirlwind of pseudo-justice, maybe check the facts first.
Oh, look, another example of callous culture ruining people’s fucking lives.
Okay, adding to this to stop more misinformation: the report-a-predator page HAS at this point worked with but-call-me-kat in an effort to resolve the issue. It doesn’t seem to be perfect, but according to Report’s post they have been in contact and there isn’t anything more she had asked them to do.
Maybe a better step to take now would be to turn your financial/physical/positive support to but-call-me-kat’s wildlife rescue operations than hounding everyone involved in this mess.
This is from the Compañía de Danza Folklórica Tenochtitlán in Puebla, Mexico, which specializes in local folk dance.
Oh, wow.
Meet Jelanii Kabita, a transgender man who dances to be free
- Jelanii Kabita has dedicated his life to two simple principles: authenticity and dance. As his body syncs to the music, the boombox tattoo scrawled across his stomach dances along with each downbeat. It’s immediately clear that he was made to move.
- “I dance to be free,” Kabita told Mic in an in-studio interview. “I dance to eat. I dance to live. I guess I perform dance to show other people that there’s other ways to express what’s going on inside of you.”
- Kabita set himself on a path to freedom early on, after experiencing a rocky childhood in Kingston, New York. The 23-year-old first came out as bisexual to his mother in middle school. From that moment on, he endured severe abuse and was ultimately forced out of his home and into foster care. After finding his way to New York City, he found a sense of identity and belonging within the dance community.
- Now, Kabita is the leader and founder of the Raiders of Concrete, a street dance crew composed of dancers from several different countries and backgrounds. Mic sat down with Kabita, who shared that he came out as transgender two years ago, and learned more about the story that brought him to where he is today. Read our interview with Jelanii.
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Call-Out Culture Isn’t Toxic. You are. – Riley H – Medium
Every month or so, an article comes out screeching about how terrible, horrible, no good very bad “call-out culture” is. Before I get into that, I want to start from the beginning.
Why Do Call-Outs Exist?
The idea of “calling out”, first and foremost, came from Black femmes on social media who were being violently harassed every single day. Rape threats. Death threats. Ban evasion. I watched as the idea of “calling out” developed around 2011–2012 on Tumblr, a site that had no real means to block someone or prevent them from harassing you in any way they saw fit.
Why did we use call-outs back then? Because the only way to stop people from abusing us daily was to scream at them until they stopped.
That was the original goal of a call-out. To make someone stop harassing you.
So How Did Call-Outs Become What They Are Now?
Those same constantly harassed Black femmes realized that people were learning when they did those call-outs. There’s no better learning experience than to watch it directly. Their hypervisibility allowed multiple people to watch, in detail, from beginning to end, how something that seemed okay to white sensibilities quickly devolved into racism. People actually began to learn about why Black femmes appear to “jump the gun”, that is, call something racist before they themselves can see the racism, because they could view the progression through the process of a call-out.
The hypervisibility of Black femmes allows what they do to be seen and also not be seen. What the people viewing Black femme call-outs saw was what they eventually began to turn call-outs into. They saw these “Sassy Black Girls” doing some proverbial neck-rolling and finger-snapping at people online and they wanted to be that too.
They didn’t and still don’t realize that for Black femmes, call-outs may be the only way to stop a violent motherfucker from sending you threats from multiple accounts. Particularly on these social media platforms that never listen to our complaints, even when we have screencapped evidence of threats.
Then How Can You Say It Isn’t Toxic When People Are Misusing It?
People misuse everything. Again, the hypervisibility of Black femmes allow what they do to be seen while also being unseen. Black femmes doing call-outs are either mean bitches or Sassy Sassmasters. There is no consideration or our pain, aggravation, or PTSD from the perpetual abuse we face online. The multiple attempts at more calmly speaking on things that happened before the call-out? All ignored. Anything that may give us humanity is ignored for the sake of the spectacle.
Calling out was originally our last resort…and for fun, performance and ally cookies, it’s been appropriated and now we’re the ones suffering from the results of your multiple articles on Why Call-Out Culture Is Totally Evil.
Calling out wasn’t and isn’t toxic. It was all Black femmes had for protection in multiple online worlds that didn’t care about protecting us. What’s toxic is the people who stole. The people using it now. The people who don’t bother to connect it to its context and history, its creation. The people who never bothered to understand why it existed in the first place.
Is this by crackerhell riley???????? The OG scammer and callout ringmaster???????? LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOO
The same Riley who got their friend to say Asians are just white people with slanted eyes? The same Riley who crowdfunded for a video game they had no damn intention of creating? The same Riley who would be the first to sic their lil crew onto minors for disagreeing with them on shit? That Riley????????
“ Black desi. They/them. Pro software engineer and game developer. Creator of #TransLawHelp. Pay me: http://cash.me/$ril-yatdtwps
ITS THAT RILEY LMFAO
also WHO IS SURPRISED THAT THEIR MEDIUM ICON IS CIEL FROM BLACK BUTLER?? YOU KNOW THE 12-13 YEAR OLD WHO WAS ALLUDED TO BE HUMAN TRAFFICKED AND SOLD HIS SOUL TO HIS DEVIL BUTLER AND HALF THAT FANDOM SHIPS THIS ACTUAL CHILD WITH HIS ANCIENT GROSS DEMON??? SEXUALLY???
The same person who told a Native woman to go get raped by a white man???????
Hoo boy
Riley’s favorite tactic was always describing sexual assault happening to people, like to the point where I literally had a chat with @jhenne-bean about this back in 2012(!!!):
Jhenne: (2:51:49 PM) Well this is Riley and I’m probably sucking the White Man’s dick or something equally White identifying.
Me: (2:52:05 PM) hdu suck whiteboy dick
Jhenne: (2:53:54 PM) i kno
Jhenne: (2:53:56 PM) isrry
Jhenne: (2:54:03 PM) it just looked so privileged9:00 pm:
DTWPS: #eat a dick jhennebean you white supremacy sucking ass
Jhenne: (9:11:48 PM) i win five bucks
I bet my friend. I bet her
I would have to eat a dick eventuallyhttps://jhenne-bean.tumblr.com/post/19614113934/missturdle-jhenne-25149-pm-well-this-is
“I watched as the idea of “calling out” developed around 2011–2012 on Tumblr, a site that had no real means to block someone or prevent them from harassing you in any way they saw fit.”
No, it took the shape it currently has during/after RaceFail 2009 on LJ. But I don’t think Riley wants people to know they were on LJ back then, because as gishi-nashi-ni on LJ they were known for saying really virulently racist things about Black people they didn’t like.
By distancing themselves from that persona, and advancing the idea that anti-Black racism is the only racism that really matters, they get to continue to say really racist things about other minorities with impunity and get accolades for it – and they also get to expose Black people they don’t like to racist harassment by calling them out as Problematic.
Riley is a racist sleazeball who gets to be as racist as they want while calling it anti-racism.
Why does it seem like every horrifying unpleasantness has some root in Racefail ‘09?
Okay, dare I ask what Racefail ‘09 was?
http://fanlore.org/wiki/RaceFail
I’m too tired to go into the whole thing, but the attendant “how to write correctly” offshoots were the first time I heard “don’t write wlw characters who get raped.”
I was finishing up a manuscript at the time in which one of the main characters being a survivor was key to the plot. I almost threw it all out. Because if I couldn’t talk about sexual assault being a background fear and a background REALITY in many women’s lives, writing wasn’t about telling the truth. So why do it?
Then I decided not to listen to that and finished the thing. And I’ve been a curmudgeon about “hey writers! Do what I say representation is supposed to be!” ever since.
Release date was December 1st, 2016. 🙂
Me: *reads the wiki*
Me: Holy fuck“Holy fuck” was pretty much what it was like to live through it, at least for me. Just about every character I liked in anything was “wrong.” Like I wasn’t supposed to love Geordi Laforge for being disabled like me and successful and respected. I was supposed to recognize that he was “a twofer,” a character writers only create to kill two diversity birds with one stone.
It was SO TIRING. And you couldn’t SAY it was tiring, because if you did, you must not want fandom to be welcoming to POC.
……
also the wiki claims that this was one of the positive results:
“Regardless, some good things have arisen partially thanks to RaceFail 09; including the founding of Verb Noire, an assistance fund aimed at helping fans of color afford Wiscon[48] and foc_u at LiveJournal, “a place to serve as a central hub to combat the destructive effects of RaceFail.”[49]
But Verb Noire never published anything. It folded under mysterious circumstances.
people are fucking dying. i’ve never been so furious
if you haven’t seen it, the residents’ Grenfell Action Group wrote a blog article last year addressing fire risk in the buiding and “reached the conclusion that only an incident that results in serious loss of life of KCTMO [the Landlord] residents will allow the external scrutiny to occur that will shine a light on the practices that characterise the malign governance of this non-functioning organisation.“ [x]
You might struggle with auditory processing if…
– Your catchphrase is “what?”
– You ask someone to repeat their question then finish processing and respond halfway through they’re finished repeating it.
– You somewhat processed what someone said but your brain won’t take it.
– You mishear what people say wildly wrong. Like, wildly wrong. Then you process it and it makes wayyyy more sense than whatever you thought someone originally said.
– “Wait, what?”
– Default face is a perplexed, confused look.
– You have to deal with rude people who refuse to repeat themselves and act exasperated at the suggestion, than proceed to get angry when you won’t respond to them and/or remember what they just said.
– You can hear a car door open down the street but you can’t hear someone talking to you in the same room.
– Talking is weird.
– You’re constantly seen as a bad listener (which, maybe isn’t that far from the truth- but they assume you’re not trying), unfocused (which I tend to be, but it’s unrelated), and so on. Nobody stops to consider that maybe you have processing issues.
– You were tested for hearing issues as a kid because you didn’t respond to people or talk much, but every test came back negative and your parents were told you have perfect hearing.
– The idea of talking to two people at once is terrifying beyond imagining.
– Responding to something someone said ages ago, even with a different conversation still going, the topic has moved on, and everyone forgot about it.
– “Huh?!”
bonus round:
we can watch TV or talk. not both.And no one without auditory processing issues understands any of this.
– you watch tv with the subtitles on even though your hearing is fine
– listening to podcasts makes your brain tired like you’ve been doing big scary math
– in a chattering crowd, all you hear is white noise
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OH MY GOD. ACTUALLY USEFUL LIFEHACKS. I HAVE MISSED YOU.
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