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‘Tras la lluvia nos regalaron todos los colores’

Call to Action (again)

We got Tumblr’s attention with our past peaceful protest campaigns

Protect the Creators

Bring Back Reply

Protest against hate speech

Bring Back Arch Atlas

Maybe it is time we use our beloved Tumblr to protest this sexist policy that marks female nipples as porn. Tumblr is being extreme in what its decision and policies, and is using a useless algorithm that sees Rothko paintings (see @dailyrothko) and flowers and all kinds of non-porn images as porn.

So, on Monday, 12-17-18, we should not post anything on Tumblr, except the above photo, which is available here. NOTE: You can also add these to your avatar to let anyone who visits your site know about this.

As this post suggests, if we have a queue with images, we should add this one to 12-17-18. As part of our protest, we should not do anything on Tumblr for the whole day: no dashboard, no posts, no comments, chat, replies. We should also, as recommended by @jtmportland, we should also completely log out to show a physical drop in traffic/use.

Nothing on Tumblr, all day, M, 12-17-18. Even log out completely for the day so there is a drop in traffic/use.

Also, please think about putting @staff & @support​ on any and all reblogs of this and any on any posts about this, since this will send them a direct notification of each and every post about this. We need to flood their dashboards so they see we are upset.

Also, please use the staff and support tags.

Again, here is the link to the above sign: https://drive.google.com/open?id=1CWHndyT6EUu1ZKzS_CCUZ4yEJlS6vhcI

Como el napalm, mi amor, combustión rápida y larga durabilidad...

‘No hay prisa cuando el sol se va, no hay nada que pueda molestar’

- ‘Cuando el sol se va’, Lágrimas de sangre

You know what I like about art? That it embodies a person's view of the world they have around, even when that world isn't necessarily beautiful. It's like you get to see through someone's eyes, through their experiences and likes or dislikes. And sometimes you get to see how a person has decided to live, despite what true life is really like.

Y si

el sonido de las gaviotas graznando a lo lejos fuera sinónimo de algo, sería de nuestras tardes juntos tirados en la playa contigo cantando y conmigo viviendo.

NATURE

I pray to gods unknown

I tell them my truest name and form

I speak them my mind, my body

How my hands are worn

I spit them the blood I once bore

I hear the green talking back to me

The answer of the forest

Only for my eyes to see

Unyielding voices of the dark

Searching for my aching bones

My chest open like a wound

Legs unmoving, hands closed

I hear my name in the rustling leaves

An ancient tongue I will never speak

Unforgiving deities reclaim my life

I am to be one with the nature

That's their last command

-V/2021

Nosotros

 ‘Quiéreme y me querré. Quiérete y te querré. Querámonos y nos tendremos.’  Con esa frase me quedé después de haber estado contigo, y eso que en toda la tarde no hicimos nada especial. Fuimos a la playa, me contaste lo que habías hecho aquella semana, yo te expliqué alguna que otra anécdota sobre mi clase de francés... Fuimos a ver el atardecer en la punta más alejada del espigón, y cogidos de la mano, sentados bien juntos en uno de los escollos, canturreabas las canciones que ibas poniendo mientras el sol pasaba a iluminar otra parte de la Tierra. Pocas veces con tan poco he sentido tanto. Me dio la sensación de que contigo vivo en un bucle permanente de una canción de Extremoduro. Nunca le había tenido tanto aprecio a la repetición. Y nunca la repetición me había parecido tan variable.

‘When you loved me, colours appeared in the sky’

somos circunstancias que no elegimos ser

‘Ojalá’, Beret