Rinarium

Image by THIS IS ZUN, Pexels. [Image description: A first-person view of a pale arm outstretched, dangling a small common lizard by it's extremely long tail.] @torch_of_justice on youtube: Re: mold; Why do you think some life is worth protecting and other life not? What do you believe the point is of any life that is not sentient? Re: scientific start of a pregnancy being at the end of the mother's last period; look it up for yourself if you don't believe me, I am neither lying or mistaken. Re: why would I intervene in the life of a lizard but not someone else's body? Because that body is not mine, nor am I called to be the caretaker of my fellow humans. I have far more to do arguing for the protection and feeding of the 60,000 children who age out of the foster care system every year, many of which are also the young women trying to get abortions because they were raped in their group homes. Children who were abandoned (not only by their families but also by t...

written mostly at one go in the Pinterest reply box with minimal editing and far too many notifications to the asshat it's intended for. If it seems reminiscent of the work of someone you love, I would love to know because I'm sure I would love that person's work too. Photo by Life Matters from Pexels The one thing that can free us from the crippling debt and inhumane lifestyles common to the lower classes, worse for the disadvantaged, is abolishing the exploitative system that sees us all as fodder, abolishing the system that gives power to the cruel-hearted who turn us against each other so we don't turn against them, abolishing the language that forces us to think in classes and binaries of "us" and "them". We are siblings, cousins, nakama, comrades - we are people, impossibly diverse and improbably fearful yet infinitely similar and intimately familiar, marveling at how one hand fits in another, as if we were made from one piece of something ...

Photo by Gijs Coolen from Pexels When I was younger, we had a sweet little indoor-only black cat that loved to go roll in the grass in the back yard. I liked her so much. She had this slipper that she loved to drag around like a security item, mom called it her kitten. Letting her out wasn't a big deal, because she stayed well to the center of the yard, enjoying the fresh air. If I left my door cracked at night she would come into my room after I was in bed, jump up, and curl into a ball by my feet. Well, one day, she was in the back yard as had become her habit. the fence broke, and the dogs came over... well, you might guess how that ended. We buried her in the front flowerbed, with that very slipper she loved so much. A few years later, we've gotten more cats. I am going to bed. I peek around for cats, shut my door, turn off my light and climb into bed. I get settled, start to relax, and then I feel a cat jump up onto my bed and curl up by my feet...