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Everything Scooby doo

Every single Scooby Doo movie. The old show, all of the spin-offs. Even the extremely deep cuts like 13 Ghosts of Scooby Doo. One of my favorites is the one where Shaggy and Scooby go to an all-girls’ boarding school for the daughters of monsters and Shaggy is their volleyball coach or whatever the fuck and he has to protect them from an evil fugly witch fittingly named Revolta. When I was very small my Mississippian grandfather gave me a VHS tape of Scooby Doo Meets the Boo Brothers in a last ditch attempt to help me understand our southern gothic heritage at a level I could understand before he died (true to form, he entrusted his fortune to my great-uncle Payton, having no faith in my failson father, and Payt squandered it away into nothing living in the small shotgun house on the grounds of the sprawling old rotting family nursery in the valley; he spent it all on an extensive antique gun collection and then sold the guns at a tremendous loss for fast cash to help his beloved and her large extended family). I should probably finally read his copy of The Sound and the Fury that I carry with me everywhere I move. What was I talking about? Yes I loved Scooby Doo it was my heart and soul. Even today I still love everything talking dog related. Recently in the middle of having sex I thought about what if Men in Black had cute cartoon talking dogs instead and I imagined an apple-headed chihuahua who would be the Will Smith one in his little suit and tie and I giggled by accident and he was like What? And I was like What? I tried eating dog treats many times because I saw Shaggy eat Scooby snacks sometimes and they low-key looked kind of good. I would call my dad Shaggy—obviously not knowing that he was a stoner so it was just pure instinct and vibes—and my mom worried people would think he was a stranger who had abducted me. My dog Benny kind of looks like Scooby Doo and he really looked like Scooby Doo when he was a baby with a turquoise collar and that is one of my greatest prides.

@taterhole

Feb 28, 2025

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Otis

About a year ago I woke up slightly hungover on a beautiful Fall Saturday with *literally* nothing to do, so I zombie stumbled out for coffee around noon and, long story short…accidentally adopted a three-month old almost-pomeranian puppy on the way home. Soon it was Winter and the world was cold and dark and I (tired and probably still hungover) was like, “Holy fucking shit, I’m SO sorry everyone in my life / I’ve made a terrible mistake / this dog is a fucking asshole / I’m sorry he peed on your bed and I’m sorry he ate your new shoes and I’m sorry he bites your face, Gramma.” Fast-forward an indistinguishable amount of time and incalculable number of soiled beds and he’s now a perfect little angel baby bear and the coolest living thing I know.

@mike-kinsella

Feb 4, 2025

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“Where’s Virginia?”

I asked. Kasia laughed and corrected me, “She goes by Ginny.” Ginny was under the table. I crouched down and crawled to her. She was the most beautiful dog I’d ever seen. --- When I first met Ginny, she had kennel cough. It's the reason she was being fostered by a member of my ultimate frisbee group, something I'd been coerced to join by a close friend at the time. I'd said yes in the pursuit of pushing myself out of my comfort zone - meeting new people, making friends, spending more time outside, getting exercise, etc. Looking back, there were so many moving parts and pieces that were pulling me and Ginny towards each other. It was the first time I was spending the full summer in my college town. I'm not sure how I'd come to that decision, but it was likely influenced by my parents' move to New York the previous year; their new place felt less like home than my student apartment. I'd gotten a job as a camp counselor that wouldn't start till July, so I had May and June to do as I pleased. I quickly found participating in the ultimate frisbee league to be a great decision. I'd never been part of a team before - all my sports had been individual sports like running, swimming and yoga - and it was amazing to feel like I was a part of something, to feel seen and supported by a group of people who only wanted me to do my best. Previously terrified of messing up in a group setting, I learned that my teammates were on my side, and would always respond with reassurance, motivation or helpful tips to help me improve my skills and reach my potential. It feels like a dream to reminisce about that time in my life. It was one of my peaks. There were lots of dogs in the sidelines at practice and at games, and the occasional mishap when a dog would come loose and intervene, driven by the running humans, frisbee and overall chaos of the sport. One week, one of my teammates, Kasia, shared she’d be fostering a dog herself. She would be at the next practice. Her name was Virginia. I was excited. We need a mascot, I responded. Everyone nodded. I missed the next practice, but joined the team during dinner and drinks. “Where’s Virginia?” I asked. Kasia laughed and corrected me, “She goes by Ginny.” Ginny was under the table. I crouched down and crawled to her. She was the most beautiful dog I’d ever seen.

@paras

Mar 17, 2024

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THE ART OF GENDER

I am making a zine about the art of performing, producing and affirming our gender. A few weeks ago I was struck by a video of a piercer talking about gender-affirming piercings that exposed my bias. I, (a nonbinary hyper-femme glittery diva, obsessed with exploring, manipulating, and playing with expression, using my face, body, and essence as a canvas), realized I assume that "gender-affirming" actions, such as getting a piercing, would only refer to trans folks. There was this unconscious part of me that still gripped to the narrative that "gender" was somehow real... that cis people did not need to perform, produce, or affirm their own identity... that gender was static. This piercer exposed a hideous blind spot. They opened with a story of little girls getting their lobes pierced. This beautiful ushering into womanhood, this ritual of adorning similar style jewels to the brave and courageous women in your life. And then mothers. When mothers get their nose pierced to reclaim their bodies, to reclaim their autonomy after literally sharing, giving, everything to bring a child into the world. We all use art express our gender. We all everyday wake up and perform gender - yes sometimes in the theatrical sense, gender is drag of course - but also in the Judith Butler sense, that with every act we create a new reality. I don't know. The whole thing has just got me thinking. Especially with the state of the world today, authoritarianism on the rise globally, transgender history literally being deleted from government websites... a joyful celebration of gender, a leaning into the playful aspects of what gender can, of what it should be... is at least what I need. If you, cis, trans, unsure, whatever, have a story of a gender-affirming moment in your life, please share:) And if anyone wants to be a part of this project .... eeeeee that would be sick!

@crabbyblabbyabby

Feb 19, 2025

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The world is dying

"the dominant world is dying, now is the time for monsters: relationships, stories, projects, happenings that do not fit or make sense within and exceed the confines of white-supremacist, patriarchal capitalist modernity." My mentor's reimagination of the famous Antonio Gramsci quote (1930): “the old world is dying, and the new world struggles to be born, now is the time of monsters”.

@crabbyblabbyabby

Feb 20, 2025