queermunist she/her

/u/outwrangle before everything went to shit in 2020, /u/emma_lazarus for a while after that, now I’m all queermunist!

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Joined 3 years ago
Cake day: July 10th, 2023
  • queermunist she/her@lemmy.mltoChapotraphouse@hexbear.net•Hot Take: the left should focus less on "the 1%"English
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    1 day ago

    i think this is a uncharitable interpretation of what i said. armed police don’t need to disarm. the police force doesn’t need to be demobilized. they would be formally declared no-longer-responsible for protecting landlordism, potentially with something as simple as a ban on evictions, but possibly a more explicit right to shelter-in-place.

    I think that depends on which police you’re talking about.

    US police, which are armed with surplus military hardware and are reliable reactionaries, absolutely do need to be disarmed.

  • queermunist she/her@lemmy.mltopolitics@hexbear.net•More proles need to learn that their nations being part of the imperial core doesn't mean their fellow workers are liberated.English
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    4 days ago

    Well, there’s a racialized system within the core, right? There’s a privileged caste of workers that gets to enjoy imperial superprofits and work in cushy imperial make-work jobs and benefit from financial superexploitation and is rewarded with treats. Not just treats either, but financial investments (properties, stocks, securities, bonds, etc) that actually give them every incentive to support the empire. We can call this group the “middle class” and this group of workers is intensely loyal to the empire, and as long as the empire is ascendant it is essentially impossible to have solidarity with them in the class struggle.

    But, when the empire is in decline, the privileged caste of workers shrinks. While this makes it possible to organize this cohort against empire, it also makes them prone to reactionary and backwards ideology. Instead of correctly blaming the decline of the empire on its own internal contradictions, they’ll blame the lower castes within the racial caste system: nonwhite immigrants, then nonwhite citizens, then white immigrants, then different white ethnicities, and around and around the circular firing squad goes.

    We’re in for a rough time.

  • queermunist she/her@lemmy.mltotraaaaaaannnnnnnnnns@hexbear.net•Its My Tranniversary and Pride - Trans Megathread for June 1st through June 7, 2026
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    8 days ago
    I think I just ruined my life (TW: work, self harm, anxiety posting)

    I beat myself bloody today and the shift leader saw.

    It was the first dangerously hot+humid day of the year in the factory and I spaced out on drinking my ice water for the first hour because of my ADHD (I’ve been trying to get meds for a while, but my panic attacks make them reluctant to prescribe stimulants even though my ADHD is what often triggers my panic attacks), and when I went to get a drink I realized I accidentally left it on an empty bin and it was taken away by the forklift material handler.

    Okay. Deep breaths. Just ask for help.

    So I call him back to my welding cell and ask if he could look where he took the used bin. He agrees, drives off, but he’s taking a long time and I’m starting to get really anxious. On top of that the heat symptoms are starting - lips tingling, legs cramping/lethargic, rapid heart rate, very sweaty, flushed complexion, and confusion. Meanwhile, I’m continuing to run my welding cell (lots of running back and forth, bending+lifting+twisting, and focus on inspecting parts) and the confusion has me running around my cell even more because I’m trying to find where my water might be (just in case I missed it the first six times, I swear I did pushups 4 times looking under my station and bins).

    He comes back fifteen minutes later, can’t find it. Of course. So, uh, I punch myself as hard as I can in the face four or five times. I don’t know why I do this shit. Am I trying to punish myself? It’s humiliating. Anyway, then I get back to work.

    I call my team lead to tell him I don’t have water and I don’t feel good, and he mentions the blood. I thought I wiped it all off. Shit. Okay, I’ll wipe it off more and get back to work. He and a few other people look around for my water, eventually the shift lead comes by with an empty water bottle to fill and I’m excused to get some water.

    And I was still bleeding, and he saw the blood, and he told me to clean myself. He knows I have a problem with self harm at work, and I’ve been warned about it before multiple times, and I’m certain I’m going to have to talk to HR on Monday and I’m going to get fired. I have so much fucking debt I can’t lose this job, fuck fuck fuck. I ruin every opportunity I have and squander all of my second and third chances. They’ve talked to me about this so many times, why can’t I just be fucking normal?

    Before my transition, my panic attacks manifested as yelling and hitting things (in addition to the other more normal panic stuff) but now it’s all self directed. I’m only yelling at myself and I’m only hitting myself, because… why? My mom self harmed, my dad was violent, am I just reenacting their behaviors? Did I simply transition from my violent dad to my self destructive mom? Am I just trying to punish myself? Do I hate myself for being a woman? For being like my mom?

    And I’m fucked. I’ll know for sure on Monday, but I’m already pretty sure. I won’t find another job that pays as well unless maybe I get 2 jobs, and fuck me, I already live in filth and my garden still isn’t fully planted and there’s so many backlog projects I need to get to around the house and fuck fuck I’ve ruined everything like I always do. I’m going to lose my trailer, lose my car, lose my health insurance and access to hrt, I’ll never be able to go back to school, I’m a fucking 34 year old kiss-less handhold-less virgin and everything gets worse forever. I have so little and now I’m going to lose what little I have - I always ruin everything.

    And now I have this hanging over my head for the whole weekend. I guess I’ll spend another weekend miserable, doing nothing.

    I have no clue what I’ll do if (when) I lose this job. I’m not finding another one this good, not in this economy. This is it.

    I don’t want to die.