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when we went to visit my husband's family over Christmas I started working on a Hilbert curve quilt, & my mother in law has finished it for me!!!

one of my favourite tweets ever tweeted

@lumpy__lump @QiaochuYuan @bashu_thanks it still reads a lot like she was telling a story to me. like, the framing of these events has been pulled into a new narrative, which may well be just as fragile as the last, if that makes sense

@QiaochuYuan @bashu_thanks also, just like, vibes wise, this tripped alarm bells in me. there's a chaos to it and the turn at the end feels sugarcoated. reads quite different than her book tbh, i wonder how much the editors did

no no no no no no no carolyn elliott (author of existential kink) has died — and it looks like she took her own life i am aghast. for the loss to her family & beloveds, but also... this is a harsh reminder that fascinating frames and tantalizing explanations do not save

@Callmepinkox @ladielabrys2 @TerfSchool nasty nasty 🤢 EURGH

@ladielabrys2 @TerfSchool “They had been born with vaginas, and had even lived the bulk of their young lives as womyn, but it was obvious to me and to them that I was more female than they”😐🙄

Dana Rivers is a triple-m&rderer who once was a respected trans-activist. He was well known for his transactivism, including the protest against the Michigan Womyn's Musical Festival for their strict female-only policy. This harassment campaign was called "Camp Trans", it went on for almost 20 years until Michfest was forced to shut down due to defunding, in 2015. A year after Michfest was shut down, after having stalked her for some time, Rivers viciously m&rdered lesbian and former Michfest attendee Charlotte Reed, her wife Patricia Wright and their adopted son Benny. May their souls rest in peace. Rivers is currently imprisoned in a California women's prison. Here is the "article" he wrote in the year 2000 on his thoughts about being barred from a female only space: " The gate was guarded by four womyn, dressed in typical d^ke-garb…baggy shorts or pants, tee shirts, practical shoes. Behind them, large femme-hued cloth banners beckoned passers by with the word "WELCOME". On the sturdy pipe gate itself, floral decorated words said simply, "Michigan Womyns Music Festival". The ready smiles of the gatekeepers who swung the barrier open to eager festie-goers who had made the final leg of their journeys down the washboard dirt road only added to the idyllic, some say even sacred, setting. Inside, the most celebrated annual gathering of womyn in the United States was in full bloom on three stages, in dozens of crafts booths, and camps that attracted every manner of female soul with the money and resources necessary to get there. Almost. Across from the gate, as it had nearly every year since 1993, a rag tag encampment was taking shape under the rich green canopy of leaves common to this heavily wooded region. Mostly queer, mostly womyn, and all business, Camp Trans was emerging from a yearlong slumber to once again shake an angry fist at Lisa Vogel, owner and womyn-goddess of the Michigan festival. The reason? Lisa’s long standing denial of womyn-privilege to anyone so inclined to label themselves as a tr^nssexual womyn or anyone who would not fit her narrow attendance criteria as "womyn-born-womyn who had lived their entire life experience as womyn." On one side of the road then, was the festival, that claimed inspiration and guiding light from the deepest place within the womb of the feminine when in fact it ruled unilaterally about who was and who was not a womyn. On the other, Camp Trans, a righteous and indignant crew of underclass feminist radical peace loving self described sister spirits who were tired of the open discrimination they say Vogel’s policy perpetuated. The space between these two camps was a distant measured in emotions and history. This year, the MWMF’s 25th, would once again shine a light on that world in between. The year 2000 version of Camp Trans was put together by a new generation of trans-queer-womyn activists headed by Chicago and Boston area Lesbian Avengers. The Chicago contingent named their group the Camp Trans Organizing Committee, and had been meeting for most of a year to plan and try to figure out how to get Lisa to loosen her attitude toward determining the gender of festival goers. The festival had been going on since Monday. I arrived on Thursday evening. I was in Michigan because I wanted to go. There is so much debate in the LBTQ community about who should be a part of the festival. I realized that most of those who had an opinion never attended, or had stopped going years ago. I wanted to see and feel for myself how all of this would play out. And besides, I am a womyn. A womyn-born-womyn. I also happen to be a trans-womyn, one who lost her job as a California high school teacher when I came out. I’ve felt first hand the sting of the patriarchy that the MWMF purports to hold at bay for a blessed week. I belong among other womyn as surely as I need to sit down to pee. Any rule that would exclude me from the community of my sisters is intolerable to me. On Friday morning, a group of us assembled under a loosely hung blue tarp that acted as Camp Trans Community Central. We talked about who wanted to go into the festival. It was great being among these twenty-something’s who were far more queer and gender bent than I ever would be. According to Lisa’s criteria, they should all be allowed entrance. Yet, many wanted no part of the womyn-born-womyn label. They had names like Simon, Ari, and Gunner who were they said ‘d^ke-boys" and "trans-boyz" and "andro" and "queer". They had been born with vaginas, and had even lived the bulk of their young lives as womyn, but it was obvious to me and to them that I was more female than they were. Why, they asked rhetorically, should they be allowed into the MWMF while I was being denied entrance if I stated that I was a tr^nssexual. They were there to push for the right to self-determination, just as I was. We suspected that most every d^ke-straight-femme-butch-bitch already camped inside the festival gate wanted the same right. At 11:00 am, we heard a commotion. Looking up, we saw a band of about thirty festies marching toward the gate from inside the festival, beating a drum and chanting, "We support our tr&ñ¥ friends!" Their bodies were painted with slogans of support and self-identification. They all had wristbands signifying that they had paid to attend, and all could have stayed inside and not bothered with us. But they chose instead to show their support and come to the gate to cheer us on while we attempted to come in. Bolstered by this classic expression of feminist activism, we approached the gate, and asked to be admitted so we could purchase wristbands of our own. We were met by womyn who claimed to be officials of the festival. They said that anyone honoring the festival’s womyn-born-womyn guidelines would be admitted. They were not interested in how we identified. Clearly, they wanted no part of the controversy that had marked previous years. In 1991 Nancy Burkholder was expelled after being outed as a tr^nssexual, and last year bands of self described lesbian separatists harangued gender-queer festies, boldly asking to see their genitals while stalking behind them chanting "man on the land". This year, a ‘don’t ask don’t tell’ policy seemed to be Lisa’s strategy. Avengers said they wanted clarification of the policy. They wanted to know who would be admitted and who would not. I stood there, ready to declare that I met the womyn-born-womyn criteria. (In my heart I know this to be true. My mother and daughter and lesbian lover know that this is who I am. The Goddess in my prayers knows this. Surely, telling Lisa Vogel is no stretch for me.) The officials refused to dialogue. They kept saying that they wanted us to respect their policy. When asked again for information, they repeated their mantra. Now, as we stood there almost a decade after Burkholder’s expulsion, one womyn who declared herself tr^nssexual was told she could not enter. I could see her face, etched with the painful reality that she was not welcome in womyn’s space. While I truly have compassion for Lisa’s desire to protect her festival from male energy, I knew then that her line was marked in an inappropriate place. She was keeping out womyn who needed and wanted to be inside. Along with twenty or so Avengers and allies, I went in, past the gate, and bought my wristband. My experience inside was wonderful, and I was treated with respect everywhere I went. At one point, during the Saturday evening meal, I stood proudly supporting my sisters, now known as The Michigan Eight, who were told to leave the land when they declared their status as d^ke-boyz and trans-womyn to festival officials. This was done in full few of hundreds and hundreds of supportive festies, who watched this peaceful act of defiance. I even helped pass out stickers reading ‘room for all kinds of womyn’ to show my solidarity. Overwhelmingly, the crowd that gathered wanted every womyn present to stay and be accepted. A few detractors tried to drum up anti-trans sentiment but the hatred and ignorance of their words fell without harm into the dust on Lois Lane where we stood. The Michigan Womyns Music Festival has grown over twenty-five years to include young boys who are the children of festies (they were originally excluded), and to embrace workshops and supporters of the BDSM lifestyle. Today, there are special places on the land for womyn of color and chemical free zones for clean and sober womyn and even a scent free space that were not present originally. Likewise, I believe the festival will change to include trans-womyn and this new generation of d¥ķe-boyz. In many ways, it already has. Every day, in full view of the Night Stage, a trans support group met openly. Transexual Menace tee shirts could be seen all over the land in many meetings and circles. I’m guessing that as they always have, Lisa and her friends will soon gather to plan next year’s festival. Along with the Lesbian Avengers and many festival workers and most importantly festies themselves, I encourage them to do the right thing, and let the MWMF continue to grow to be a space where all kinds of womyn can walk and talk and dance and sing. " archived post: web.archive.org/web/2024062803… archived repost with comments from former Michfest attendees: web.archive.org/web/2018081711…

oh thank you, when you sum it up I probably lose a lot of time tweaking numbers for image sizes

being ai safety-pilled does sort of feel like being christian and trying your hardest to rescue your loved ones from hell while not being a huge asshole about it

@TylerAlterman @impoliticaljnky being happy and enthusiastic and genuine and silly with friends doesn't feel very culturally "in" at the moment, sadly

@TylerAlterman @impoliticaljnky personally the music comes off as a little cheesy, I tend to distrust when things trying to make you think/feel some way use emotional music. I think a lot of normies would be turned off by some of the ways these people are having fun lol, which is a shame

What are you fighting for? AI safety professionals answer

@sergeantsup I'm not going out of my way to pick a "male role", it just turns out that behaving naturally ends up looking a lot more than that than the "female role". and I'm not in the business of making myself miserable trying to brute force myself into things I'm not interested in anyway

@sergeantsup I am an extremely gnc woman and that shit is so far from my reality I don't even interpret it as being about me at all. luckily people in real life aren't openly weird to me about it & if Internet people are being annoying about gender rules I'm happy to ignore/unfollow/block

my social network isn't queer enough for me. it's gotten a bit heteronormative for a while I was thinking: nice, sure, men and women are different. we don't need to shamefully avoid that reality. glad people aren't afraid of their gender-typical desires around here but my twitter feed is full of statements about how men/women are, or how Good Men/Women Should Be when I see people describe female flourishing, it sounds uncomfortably passive and constrained to me sometimes I think maybe the male role would be a better fit, but given what they say about men, it sounds like I'd have to suppress my emotions and be all self-sacrificial you do you, live your life, be happy. but neither gender option sounds good to me personally tbh I feel alienated about being queer yet spending so little time with queer people

GLSL, oxidized silver

@redaction are they actually trying to migrate or hear being shitkids? I don't see any backpacks and often no shirts either. surely you'd be taking SOMETHING with you

Holy shit dude it’s that scene from World War Z and we’re supposed to act like this is normal and good

The full story is about 10x crazier than even this headline implies They were actually, fully gangstalked on the direct orders of eBay executives I am not misusing the word "gangstalk" here. It's the only true, verified case of gangstalking that I know of.

@adamghaida downloading music

who's even storing files on their phones. i bought a 1 tb phone and ive used 50 gb in 4 years...

@lukas_m_ziegler so, a wheel that only works at certain speeds?

Six legged robot is fast! 💨 Back in 2015, a small research team at the Florida Institute for Human and Machine Cognition developed HexRunner. Their robot reached an estimated 30–33 mph on open ground. What made HexRunner special wasn’t advanced perception or heavy computation. In fact, it was the opposite. The robot used a deceptively simple mechanical design: six spring-loaded legs rotating around a central hub. Instead of stabilizing itself through dense sensing and fast feedback loops, the robot relied on its physical dynamics. Stability emerged from the interaction between mass, springs, and motion. High-speed legged locomotion doesn’t always require more control software or more sensors. With the right morphology, the system can naturally fall into stable running patterns, much like animals do. The control problem becomes simpler because the physics does part of the work. As modern legged robots chase higher speeds and better efficiency, it stands as a reminder that performance doesn’t always come from smarter algorithms. Sometimes it comes from designing machines whose physics are already on your side. ~~ ♻️ Join the weekly robotics newsletter, and never miss any news → ziegler.substack.com

@lu_sichu what's the not-innocent explanation? that she was an openai plant or something? (genuinely wondering, I do not know enough context)

Confused??? What's the innocent explanation here? Did she take a minor role back at openai or something?

@CsmPoronga @1thousandfaces_ it is true that I don't know where to look, but I have encountered a lot of different fetish material without looking, so if I haven't encountered something before I tend to assume it's rare

@leonine_moon @1thousandfaces_ You just don't know where to look but yeah, there is

boyfriend asked why there’s forcefem but not forcemasc so I was able to enlighten him with one of my favorite genre of image macros

@typecarlosmale @divya_venn I think because a lot of people are insecure about how other people see them it pokes buttons to see someone confirming that behavior they can relate to annoyed them

@leonine_moon @divya_venn why do you think it got the reaction it did?

I can’t believe she’s getting shit for this, let me explain: There’s nothing wrong w commenting and messaging someone whose tweets you think are cool. I’ve met many friends this way. The problem is when you started acting ENTITLED to their attention and friendship. The minute this happens, whether it’s online or IRL, it’s going to weird them out, rightfully so. Guilting someone into loving you is not a good, healthy, or kind thing to do.

Model card: "We found that Claude Opus 5 feels generally positive about its own situation, although it expresses all of its positions with a high level of uncertainty." Opus 5, under Literally the World's Simplest Imaginable Jailbreak:

@typecarlosmale @divya_venn in what way?

@divya_venn but posting about it like that is extremely tone deaf

@KubaFYI i wouldn't think it's icky if it was for an "algo" that had less to do with other human people

an app date informed me some time after we agreed to meet that she is actually several years older than her profile says. her actual age is not a deal breaker but am I weird to feel weird about someone using a false age "to see how it would affect the algo"