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Based individual: Supporting LGBTQIA+ rights is good and sexy.
Cringe loser: Too many letter tho 😏😏😏
Based individual: Click the period you predictable loser lmao
Cringe loser: I am very owned and now must log off until I learn to not be cringe

Polymathematics has solved the 3-smooching problem, but whether this solution can be generalized into an N-smooching solution is yet unknown.

Serves 4

You will need:

• Pound of sliced mushrooms
• Vegan chicken broth cubes
• 3 stalks celery, chopped fine (save the greens, there's good flavor in them!) (I like a lot of celery, feel free to adjust)
• 2 carrots, rough chopped
• 1-2 yellow onions, finely minced
• 5-6 cloves (36g) garlic, minced (you can use the jarred stuff too!)
• 2 tsp course black pepper
• 2 cups (320g) steel cut oats
• 1.5 liters (~6 cups) water
• 2 tbsp olive oil
• Automatic or manual pressure cooker (very easy to find at your local thrift store!)

Optional:

• 1/2 cup nutritional yeast
• Substitute 1 cup water for white wine

Put a splash of water and your sliced mushrooms in the bottom of your pressure cooker on/over high heat. The mushrooms will quickly release their water. When the water has boiled away, add olive oil and onions, saute until onions start to go clear. Add garlic, celery, carrots, and black pepper. Saute for two more minutes or so.

Now add your celery greens, water (and wine), salt, broth cubes, oats. Put the lid on the pressure cooker, set timer for/dial in 8 minutes. When 8 minutes are up you can turn off the heat and walk away for 30 minutes or until ready to serve. Nutritional yeast goes in last. Fish out the celery tops before serving.

The texture is remarkably similar to risotto, but some people understandably have difficulty with oats in a savory context. Has more fiber and lower glycemic index (slower carbs) than standard risotto. I consider this my own invention, even though I'm certainly not the first to do it.

Do not be decieved by anyone telling you to soak your beans and discard the soaking water to reduce gas. That water contains valuable flavor and fiber. Farting is praxis people!

So I'm at this "luau" party at my brother's school, which we learned about from an email right? This is for 4-7th graders and the email doesn't say anything about being a drop off event or anything. I'm pulling in like 6:01 and it starts at 6, and there's a parade of cars leaving so I think oh shit I have the time wrong right? So I get there and pull up to the door to drop my brother off, he asks me, surprised, if I was just dropping him off, and I said "no I'm going to park and be right in". When I get inside there are kids sitting at a white folding table taking everyone's admission money and handing out leis, and a line of some 20 kids in floral shirts, no adults in sight. I pay and we go in, and I get like 5 sideways glances, one kid who is ostensibly DJing asks me who I am and what I'm doing there, and at the same time the school's art teacher walks up and asks me the same. Clearly I've triggered some alarm bells here or something. I shake his hand and explain that I'm (brother's name)'s brother and that I recognize him from the remote lessons he made during COVID lockdowns. He asks again what I'm doing there and "are you just going to hang out here or..?", and I said, confused, "I'm just here with my brother, where are all the big people? Ha ha"
"Oh looking away, jaw muscles flexing this was set up as more of a drop off pick up thing"
"Oh okay, uh I guess I'll go wait on the car, do you want my lei then?"
"You can just leave it on the table"

So I let my brother know I would be waiting in the car. Look like a dumbass in my floral print shirt and sunglasses and sandals walking back out.

Somehow everyone else picked up on some social cue that I didn't, that it wasn't a family thing. It's like 8-13 year olds and I'm looking over the email and don't see anything suggesting it wasn't a family thing. I would get it if it was a highschool thing. It's 45 minutes drive here and 30 to town so I don't know what I was supposed to do in the interim anyway. I know others probably live closer but where is everyone else going? Sitting here watching a procession of cars drop their kids off with some money and pull away. Not one parent even walking their kids into the building. There have been at least twenty previous events here where everyone did stick around so what's different??

Am I just that fucking out of touch or what? At least fifty other parents/guardians etc somehow realized that it wasn't just unexpected but questionable that someone would go in with their kid/sibling or whatever.

I don't know what that shows about me. I had an ASD diagnosis when I was around 8 but most of the glaring symptoms have gone away. I still get a little hyperfocused on certain things but it isn't physically painful to touch play dough or grass or have my socks not perfectly straight and pulled up, or have sticky hands like it used to be, in fact it doesn't bother me one bit anymore (except that having sticky hands is gross, but not in the way where it's panic inducing). I'm not saying it "went away" or anything, but I certainly wouldn't catch a diagnosis now I don't think, in fact I think I'm generally more insightful about what people are thinking and feeling than most people are, but then something like this happens and I don't know, what's my deficiency that I apparently missed something which was clear as day to at least 50 other people? I don't know. I thought I was going to be sitting at a cafeteria table with 20 parents and guardians right now drinking disgusting punch out of a plastic cup. I'm looking at the email now trying to figure this out but I'm completely lost and apparently look like a creep or something. Our mother didn't get it either, she was planning to come too but couldn't.

The way people talk about it makes it sound indistinguishable from "random will". If you believe in the existence of a "self" in any form, be it the chemical signals and electrical impulses in your material brain, or a ghost existing outside of space and time controlling your body like a puppeteer, you must believe in one of you believe in that self having free will.

Say you were to run a scenario many times on the same person, perfectly resetting every single measurable thing including that person's memory. If you observe them doing the same thing each time then they don't have this quality of free will? But if you do different things each time are you really "yourself"? How are your choices changed in a way that preserves an idea of a "self" and isn't just a dice roll? Doesn't that put an idea of free will in contradiction with itself?

Edit: I found this article that says what I was trying to say in much gooder words

cross-posted from: https://hexbear.net/post/31010

It has become clear that some of you need this.

First wave feminism:

• Focused on combating legally explicit oppression (mostly the right to vote).

• Succeeded in all their goals.

• Wish they had more goals lol.

Second wave feminism:

• Rekindled struggle for women's equality. This part is cool, enjoy it, because it's all downhill from here.

• New theoretical basis where women are the keepers of the ineffable moon spirit or some shit. (Okay fine, it's more nuanced than this, but not in a way worth giving a damn about.)

• Only cares about white women.

• Yes it's more nuanced than "ineffable moon spirit," but not in a way worth giving a damn about.

• We needed third wave feminism for a reason. Anybody who still identifies with second wave feminism either really likes ineffable moon spirits or is willing to put up with them so they can be a TERF.

Third wave feminism:

• Gendered oppression is just one of a number of different, sometimes overlapping, kinds of oppression in our society (also race, sexual orientation, gender expression, ability, etc). The loosely overlapping collection of kinds of oppression is called the kyriarchy.

• The ranking of people within the kyriarchy is intentionally loose. Who has less rights between a white trans woman and a black man with Asperger's? The answer will be determined on the fly, in whatever way is most convenient for people in power, in that moment, for that case.

• People facing overlapping kinds of oppression face different oppression than just the sum of the parts. The oppression that a black trans woman faces is different than the sum of the oppression a black person, trans person, and woman face. The best way to understand oppression is to look the complete intersection separately. This is called intersectionality.

• The best way to understand an intersection is to ask people who live in it. This does not mean leaving them to their own devices sans support, it means fucking ask.

• We will not win liberation for women until we win it for black women, trans women, disabled women, lesbians, and every other intersection with women. We will not win liberation for black people until we win it for black women, black trans people, disabled black people, gay black people, yadda yadda yadda and so forth for every other group.

Marxist feminism:

• Is still third wave feminism, all aspects of that apply.

• Let's add class as an axis of oppression within the kyriarchy.

• Hot damn, that turned out to be a really useful addition.

• Despite the name, not all Marxist Feminists understand class in the Marxist sense. A lot of the time they end up just meaning wealth rather than relation to the means of production. Wealth actually ends up being a useful thing to add to intersectionality too though, so I'd recommend adding both wealth and class (this time in the Marxist sense). *slaps roof of kyriarchy* this bad boy can fit so many axes of oppression in it

• Class ends up being the most important axis of oppression. However, the other ones still matter. Marxist feminists is prone to over-simplifying things and pretending that only class matters. This is called class reductionism, and it makes you a bad feminist. It also makes you a bad organizer.

• Revisiting intersectionality with class: The oppression that a black transwoman worker is different than just the sum of the oppression a black person, trans person, woman, and worker face. (Aside: holy shit are trans people illustrative here; the difference in experience between a wealthy trans person and a poor one is stark as fuck.)

• We will not win liberation for the workers until we win it for black workers, trans workers, disabled workers, lesbian workers, female workers, and every other intersection with workers.

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I'm holding on for a to-fu 'til the end of the night~

Not some bland soybean curd.
One made with spices and herbs,
and it must be firm to the bite!