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Tim Smith he/him

@smithtimmytim

Geek, socialist, and maker of stuff

It’s quite inter­est­ing to see how many of the so-called ​“thought lead­ers” in the web space are so polit­i­cal­ly clueless.

The gov­ern­ment doesn’t think infla­tion is their prob­lem. Employ­ers don’t think infla­tion is their prob­lem either. So who’s prob­lem is it? Cuz it sure as fuck ain’t mine.

On this Memo­r­i­al Day, I’m think­ing of how the mil­i­tary indus­tri­al com­plex has exploit­ed the lives of so many young peo­ple to advance the ideals of a greedy, inhu­mane, and dying empire. ​“Fought for our free­dom” my ass. We are not free.

Reached a new lev­el of queer last night after acci­den­tal­ly find­ing myself at a drag show 🤣 The Queens brought it tho. What an amaz­ing show 😍

Today’s per­son­al affirmation:

I’m lov­able just the way I am, and that knowl­edge inspires me to show up authen­ti­cal­ly in every interaction.

It’s March 1st and you know what that means: it’s my birth­day month bitch­es! 🎉 Can’t believe I’ll be clos­ing the chap­ter on my 20s. Boy am I look­ing for­ward to what comes next.

If you still don’t real­ize that large cor­po­ra­tions are cur­rent­ly in con­trol of our pub­lic spaces online, I’m not sure what’ll do it. It’s scary to see peo­ple advo­cate for the cen­sor­ship of Joe Rogan. That pow­er will always be used against pro­gres­sive ideals and organization.

When I first real­ized that I might’ve been raised in a cult, I imme­di­ate­ly won­dered, ​“How can I be the only one in my fam­i­ly to see this?” I was the fourth gen­er­a­tion in my fam­i­ly to be stuck in this cult, and only a few had decid­ed to ever leave.

Almost three years lat­er, I know that I’m just a pat­tern break­er. And that’s an extreme­ly dif­fi­cult role to play. It means being ostra­cized by peo­ple who claimed to love you. It means accept­ing new truths and new infor­ma­tion, no mat­ter how much it com­plete­ly shat­ters your sense of reality. 

Reli­gion was ulti­mate­ly an emp­ty sense of secu­ri­ty. I thought I knew why humans exist­ed, what my pur­pose was, and what hap­pened after death. And now I don’t. And inter­est­ing­ly, it’s actu­al­ly super free­ing to not know the answers. Because I’d rather have ques­tions that I can’t answer, than answers I can’t question.

I had such an amaz­ing time vis­it­ing Kenz this week­end. It con­tin­ues to blow my mind how you can meet some of the most amaz­ing peo­ple by total acci­dent on the internet.

Had such an amaz­ing week­end in Palm Springs. I feel so loved and joy­ful. What a way to end the year and start a new one. Hap­py New Year!! 🎊🎆🎈 ❤️

I saw this on Face­book and had to share. In the past year of ther­a­py, I’ve come to real­ize how hor­ri­ble and fucked it is for par­ents to be your first abuser. Both of my par­ents hit me (although my moth­er want­ed to be less involved in this type of abuse). I got whipped with the belt too many times to count through­out my life.

I used to be in the ​“I got hit and turned out fine” group of peo­ple. No hon­ey, you didn’t turn out fine if you think it’s ok to beat chil­dren. Full stop. For many years I just thought it was nor­mal. That par­ents that actu­al­ly care about their kids hit them.

But now I know I didn’t deserve that. And nei­ther does any­one else.