Mads "Y**i Advocate" Viande
communist! my name is Mads Viande, and I LOVE terrorists but I HATE the United States of America and its geopolitical allies 💛
I'm 33, but more importantly, I'm grown.
bisexual genderqueer butch trans woman. poet, artist, singer, dancer. she/her, fey/fem/fer/fers/femself
queen/sis/bitch, don't "they" me, don't call me "quing" or "monarch" or "liege"
"mads is the only person on here who, if they started a cult, i would join that cult" — @RussellsBarbershopQuartet@monads.online
I have something seniorphobic to say:
turn off your fucking TV if you're going to make a phone call
it's pretty funny how much anti-literacy is a hallmark of anticommunism
there's like a lesbian pizza party going on at the sports bar
my life if fatigue at least helped me get to sleep on time: [meme photo of futuristic glass and steel city]
I've been gearing up for a long time to be anti-Zionist in the Beit Din for my conversion to Judaism; this involves convincing three Jewish clergy of my good-faith. a very specific way to talk about Zionism
and now that I have successfully converted, I need to kind of reorient my head and stop centering Jewish issues with regards to anti-Zionism lmao
it's a gear-change!
one of the more frustrating posts I've read recently was one on Tumblr suggesting that sociologically-focused perspectives on omegaverse are "missing the point" of omegaverse, which is weird freak kink shit
THE SOCIOLOGICAL PERSPECTIVES ARE PART OF THE WEIRD FREAK KINK SHIT
there aren't really any fictional characters where I think my relationship with them captures anything terribly insightful about my personality *shuffles Matilda behind my back* *shuffles Eskarina Smith behind my back* *shuffles Tiffany Aching behind my back*
is anybody else excreting a lot of bilious mucus, and it feels bad?
I dunno why or how I built up exfoliation to be this huge complicated undertaking but you can literally just take an Emory board to your feet and sand them with progressively finer grit for, total, a few minutes and have smooth, nice-feeling, nice-looking feet
*shooting upright* world where Doodlebob's dialog and the writing on the wall that Daniel interpreted switched places
O! Rise, spirit, rise! — unnecessary, summoner; even
banished it has never left, even with its master in his
seclusion the homunculus toddles still. Then! Spirit!
Be bound to my will — so the spirit answered to new
mistress, weaker than its master; perhaps her heart
was less foul. Still, the spirit stalked about shaking
its head and the earth its footing, breathing dank
and gnashing at stones. O! Spirit, dead or absent!
You are a shade thinner than glass. Why do I quake?
