Cozy mystery novels that aren’t grotesquely pro-cop, ideally I’d like some kind of leftist detective exposing police incompetence and horribleness? The one I’m reading currently has a “heroic cop” who’s falsely accused of framing a student protester and eeeevil bleeding heart lefty professors. I want all the comfort of a nice convoluted mystery puzzle without the unbearable politics
Also positive depictions of gnc men.
I came out to have a good time and I’m just feeling so attacked right now.
IWW Office and Wedding Venue: We do labor organizing and weddings
IWW Office and Reupholstering
IWW Office and Florist
IWW Office and Cooperative Nail Salon
IWW Office and BDSM Dungeon
IWW Office and Convention Center
IWW Office and Dive Bar
I want it to look beautiful, and nicely designed and cool without having that “artsy coffee shop as harbinger of rent hike” vibe.
How do I say “Nothing’s too good for the working class”/”We’re not drab Stalinists”/”We’re not crust punks” in interior design?
Like I want it to be really nice, but also make people who are used to getting the stink eye in bougie coffee shops feel welcome, but also say “we are a bunch of industrious functional adults who care about our community”
Okay, here’s the thing about misogyny, you grow up in a world being told that sexism is over, that you’re just as good as a boy… though of course boys and girls aren’t the same, lol what crazy radical feminist nonsense, you’re different, but you can do anything you want.
And you grow up and you notice little bit by little bit that the world doesn’t treat you equally, you’re more likely to be interrupted, shouted down when a man saying the same thing is applauded. You realize that you’re not allowed to go out alone at night, or at the very least not allowed to feel safe if you do. You realize that you aren’t allowed to just trust men, because if you expect them to be trustworthy, you will get hurt. You realize that men can never see you as really just their friend.
You realize a million little awful things, and that disappointment aches, and what really sucks is entering a space that’s supposed to be fighting that, a space of radicals, of people fighting the system and having those million little wounds inflicted again, that not even here can you be anything, not even here can you feel safe.
More than 20 people showed up (I think) for our documentary on Chile. My brownies were a massive hit *smug suburban mom voice*. I think we might have weirded out my friend’s daughter and her beau, because they weren’t informed they’d be hanging out in a den of communists.
The Orion Experience – We Are The Ones
Vaguely lefty? Catchy as shit?
Blurb would be something like:
Thea Weill knew all cops were bastards, but when a member of the unpopular Legally-non-actionable-Spartacist League-equivalent is found dead after disrupting an event put on by a coalition of other (better) organizations, she finds herself being reminded just what bastards they can be, and when they arrest one of her comrades on questionable and possibly falsified evidence, she takes it upon herself to solve the case
When ancom organizations split like
the literature committee also wants clarification on what official literature is
Endorsing a system where the person you want to pay to dig a ditch for you can’t really say no because they’ll starve otherwise is shitty.
Similarly it’s really awful when you have to take a client you don’t want to take because you need the money.
But that’s a problem of capitalism, not a problem of sex work.
Thoughts From The Peacock Angel 