Ce matin je me suis levée et hop j'ai monté un petit meuble, est ce donc ça la vie d'adulte ?? (oui encore une bibliothèque pour accueillir tous les livres de ma chérie) #BeGayDoCrime

The world is on fire today, on this 44th anniversary of the starting spark of the Stonewall rebellion. It’s hard to see that as good, though.

Yes, Paris is caught up in flames of protest, but only because police murdered yet again—this time a teenager, Nael M, during a traffic stop.

And for sure, no light can be found in the Quebec fires, further dispossessing and displacing Indigenous communities from their unceded lands, or its resultant smoke, paying no heed to borders as it freely travels across unimaginably vast swathes of the United States, Canada, and Europe with toxic air.

Never mind how Christo-fascism has only been further fueled this past year by latching onto banning abortion and implementing all sorts of genocidal machinations aimed squarely at queer and trans people.

Just trying to take a walk to stir the embers of my imagination or merely as a form of mental health/wellness—my go-to for both—is now an exercise in burning my eyes and lungs, and breathing in the rancid odor of what smells like many, many, many houses on fire.

But lest I wander completely down the path of dystopia, this Stonewall uprising day, I took a #BeGayDoCrime stroll in honor of all of those many moments—past, present, and future—when rebels danced around flames of their own self-organizing and direct actions—flames that illuminate other possible worlds with their brilliance. Per usual, the #ArtOfResistance didn’t disappoint, even if this afternoon, in the unhealthy smoky part of this planet where I was walking, it took the form of noticing a little anarchic sticker asserting “Trans resistance” with flames of its own.

And thus my heart felt just a bit warmer, a little less burned by despair.

we promise we will be even dirtier, even fatter, hairier, kinkier, and we will love every single stupid fucking moment of our stupid fucking lives on this stupid fucking earth, or die trying

fuck your cops, fuck your banks, fuck your homophobic classism

and hail satan
5/5

#Pride #Kink #Drag #KinkAtPride #QueerHistory #QueerLiberation #StreetTransvestitesActionRevolutionaries #BeGayDoCrime

Anarchists at the 1993 queer march on Washington. Chants: "We're fucking anarchists, we'll fuck whoever we want!" & "We're here, we're Queer, and we hate the government!"
#lgbtqia #anarchy #FuckTheGovernment #BeGayDoCrime #QueerAnarchy

#BeGayDoCrime

#StarTrek #ElimGarak #Garak #Garashir #BeGayDoCrime

#StarTrek #ElimGarak #Garak #Garashir #BeGayDoCrime

#BeGayDoCrime #riseup #SupportLGBTQ #buylocalstealcorporate

🔥 be the light 🔥
https://www.redbubble.com/i/pin/Hail-Lucifer-The-Light-Bringer-Molotov-Cocktail-by-QueerSatanic/76762518.2UH40

You also can donate directly to our fund here; at present our legal bills have been racking up since April 2020 and have exceeded $100K
https://www.gofundme.com/f/legal-fund-for-victims-of-satanic-temple1 #BeGayDoCrime #HailSatan

And! if you appreciate the #SatanicAntifascism work we do, please help us keep being able to pay our lawyers

https://campsite.bio/queersatanic

We need your help to defend ourselves from this 2.5-year attack by #TheSatanicTemple, its members, and their resources that completely overshadow our own in terms of wealth and attention

So tell your friends, tell people in social media comment sections who don't know better, tell other #anarchists so they don't get sucked in.

#Satanism can be more than what it is. It can be better. But to do that, we have to stop #TST from misleading people about what they are and letting them crush people who call them out on that.

#BeGayDoCrime #HailSatan

Pausing for a moment of queer joy.

This world is stone-cold hard. It’s too easy to sink into that grayness. To see nothing but what paves over all we love, all we desire and yearn for.

To always feel, as the hauntingly beautiful new album from @blackoxorkestar phrases it in a song that could make a rock cry, that “there’s something missing that could make us whole.”

Queer joy makes whole. Not always, and for many, not often. Or not often enough.

Yet it never abandons the desire for that nonbinary messy beautiful wholeness, complete with cracks still visible and honored.

And when those moments come, queer joy knows how to revel in them, dance with them, share them; squeeze out every ounce of delicious, self-generated, spontaneous, otherworldly time-spaces; dream forward about more euphoric moments.

So one has to pause each time, and leave a “note to self” etched across the barren landscape. As remembrance, as fuel and fire. As shared wink to others of what’s possible. As concrete evidence that those moments aren’t mere moments. They are the connective tissue of lives worth living.

#QueerAsFuck
#BeGayDoCrime
#BeGayDoJoy
#ArtOfRemembrance
#ArtOfResistance
#TryQueerAnarchismForLife

(photo: purple circle A spray painted across a sidewalk leading into @defendatlantaforest, because #QueerNotCops, paused by in mid-October, and woven—through friendships new and older—into the queer-joy pause of the few days in Oberlin and Cleveland, thanks to too many fabulous anarchists to name here)

I guess I’m just posting things that I think are cool in an attempt to attract my peoples 🙌 #acab #fuck12 #BeGayDoCrime

lots of things about the past two a half years have been terrible, physically, emotionally, and esp. financially

but seeing people send photos back of our #SatanicAntifascism fundraising stickers or flags in places around #Seattle and other cities sometimes literally around the world has been really amazing

please keep doing that for us

#BeGayDoCrime #HailSatan