puff-to-tuff:

Can someone explain this whole Apple encryption drama? I thought the NSA tracked everything so why can’t they just use that?

http://www.apple.com/customer-letter/

They lay it out frame by frame actually!

herrsassyfras:

dragondrones:

sherlockismysuicidenote:

I can understand people who go vegan
I cannot understand people who go vegan and start spreading dangerous lies about how vaccinations work, about different chemicals used in food processing, about antibiotics or other things.
Seriously, just because you don’t have a clue about chemistry, don’t spread your bullshit.

I’m sorry but chemicals are bad for the human body

I’m sorry but our bodies are made up entirely of chemicals

mostmodernist:

Just received this e-mail from a close friend and colleague:

We need your help! Dozens in need of bond fund ASAP

Hello friends, colleagues, comrades,

Today I watched dozens of my Chicago friends hauled off to jail. They sit and await processing and charges in a CPD station. Over sixty young people of color and their allies have been arrested. They shut down an international conference of police chiefs and sheriffs at McCormick Place by strategically placing themselves inside and outside the building in a beautiful and well-orchestrated act of civil disobedience. Organizations involved included: Black Youth Project 100, Assata’s Daughters, Organized Communities Against Deportation, and We Charge Genocide. 

Right now we need your support to get them out of jail. Any support you lend is so important and we appreciate every donation big and small. Below is a link to the Chicago Bond Fund. All monies collected will help get our comrades out as soon as possible. https://chicagobond.org/fund_black_futures/index.html

Please donate or help broadcast the link!

butchlesbianrey:

Thinking about the future of the LGBT community is actually horrifying bc neoliberalism has the potential to literally undo everything into meaningless identity politics with no historical frame of reference to the struggles of gay and trans community members of the past.

These politics obsessed with self-identification are self-victimizing and self-soothing extensions of liberalism which posits names/terminology as the solution to oppression, rather than abolishing the power structure which assigns identity as a force of violence in the first place.

The fact that the demands of cishets are being actively accommodated before gay men is a sin which continues to denigrate and undermine the living history, accomplishments, and oppressions that the gay and trans people who fought to form LGBT as a coalition for gay and trans liberation have and continue to strive to give their lives fighting for. What do you think they would make of this discourse hellscape? Is LGBT as a coalition for gay and trans liberation even salvageable anymore? How do we remedy this?

julian2006:

ghostguest:

julian2006:

why do so many men speak to you like they’re giving a ted talk

I need a frame of reference here

go and find the nearest man who’s read one book and talk to him

predicate-nominative:

He never said much to me,
but, he clicked his teeth
stared up at the ceiling
and paid some mind
to the empty door frame
while I laid in the bed next to him,
listening to the empty street
wondering how I could
so easily fall in love
with someone who
treated me similarly to the
bed sheets.

midnight-mindset:

The cigarette balanced between my fingers burns twice as fast in the breeze.

Feet on the railing over looking the rising city of century old mortar beneath a new generation of glass giants.
The night is dark, lit only by windows and street lamps.
A sea of darkness to my right towards the river.
Darkness divine as any God, black as tar, encroaching on me.
It sneaks up on me in moments of panic and despair to feed off of me, suck me dry, desiring to leave me shattered on concrete many stories below.

Inside of me there is an abandoned city just as large.
There is no light in the windows here, no street lamps to light the way, just shattered glass and crumbling brick.
I always find myself waking up in an unoccupied intersection covered in The Darkness with an appetite like vultures, human like form, and extremities like a spider looking to ensnare prey.
Transported panic, short of breath, waning on hope.
It is always life or death here.
Fight to live or die to forget the pain.
There is something inside of me that never lets me choose the latter.
I have escaped this city many times, I have imprisoned this ancient enemy, shackled it to a cliffside
And still it finds me
It can’t be destroyed but it can be pushed back.
I was groomed by its fingers from infant to man to be vulnerable, a constant open wound.

It’s yellow eyes truncated, stare into my own.
It knows me as well as I know myself, sometime better.
I was conceived with him in the womb.
My parents used to make jokes about me having a brother who misbehaved and was thusly done away with.
I don’t think they ever realized that i had one inside of me.
Perhaps it was the desperation with which my mother pleaded with her God for a son to mend the cracks of her aching soul while the man she loved betrayed her time after time.
Maybe it was because I was conceived without love.
It might’ve been the fact that I flinched when teachers got too close or the fact that they ignored my mothers hand marks on my cheek.
It could’ve been a lot of things.
I don’t think the origin matters anymore.
It’s a part of me, and I it.
This creature is inside of me, and I will carry this parasite for the rest of my days.
I take pills to keep the lows at bay, to stay out of the deep dark place where it claws at my insides hungrily.
There are days I miss feeling the highs of life, before the pills.
But I know sacrifices must be made to keep the darkness inside me from taking over again.
It’s hard to explain to someone why you take pills for this.
Somehow they never seem to understand that without help this thing takes over and wants nothing more than to join death itself. It hates me, it probably hates itself.
It exists only to destroy and cause pain.

I have run from it for a long periods of time, before I knew how to fight.
Then I found something deep within the abandoned city, the balancing force.
For every action in this life causes an equal and opposite reaction.
The birth of this parasite within me caused the existence of something equally as strong.
This something chained beneath the surface by the darkness, it’s wings, arms, legs bound and at rest waiting for me to find it.
It took me awhile, but I heard it calling out to me in the distance even as a child.. This power. This guardian angel within me.
It cared for me, in a way nothing in this world did.

And when I found it years ago, I realized what it was and knew that together with this spirit I could keep The Darkness at bay.
I knew then that I could have a semblance of peace in my life.

Still it sneaks up on me aided by the many exterior forces in my life. Disappointment, heartache, and even love.
It is up to me to wake up and utilize the spirit in time to fight The Darkness before it succeeds in its ultimate goal.
It’s up to me to fight to stay alive.