Fondly remembering the time that a cat owner casually entered their calico Maine Coon in a cat fancier’s competition and the judges lost their minds because the cat was 1) male and 2) able to bear children
Anyway here’s Dawntreader Texas Calboy as a silly lil kitten
Here’s an excerpt from one of the articles about the drama his entry caused among the Cat Fanciers that I thought was very earnest and sweet <3
I was about to say he would technically be an intersex king (not because I dislike the concept of trans cats, just bc intersex rep is sorely needed too) but I did some more reading on this icon and actually found the article OP referenced.
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He’s not your usual male calico kitty as it turns out. That’s already cool and rare, but he’s even cooler and rarer than that!
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Calboy is a chimera!! Which is really fucking cool of you ask me. The chances of having a male calico this way are slim to none, but the mad lad still exists! What an icon. I would die for Calboy.
i’m just. very frustrated as an adult on a 17+ app being treated like i’m a little baby who can’t handle adult content or curate my own experience. it’s fucking stupid
A really good analogy I read recently:
Censorship is telling a grown man he can’t have steak because a baby can’t chew it.
Also, I truly believe that the underlying problem here is that 2-3 megacorporations own like 90% of all social media sites. Unlike the internet in the 90s, where every group of fans had their own web ring or message board or chat room with rules about what content was allowed, today we’re all forced to share the same tiny sandbox and adhere to TOS designed to maximize ad profit and suffocate freedom of expression. For artists and creators, unfortunately, it’s now the primary (if not the only) way to get noticed. And by its very nature, the One Sandbox Fits All is a breeding ground for toxicity, stress, and exacerbating mental illnesses.
Tweens and adults, conservatives and liberals, Christians and Atheists, sex workers and high schoolers, people who love X show and people who despise it, are all crammed together into a middle school gymnasium by a megalomaniac principal who only cares about making money and not the well-being of the people under his roof.
It’s making us all crazy and paranoid.
In real life, the above groups would not willingly occupy the same online spaces. They’d go make their own message board or website and hang out there. X shippers would have their own hub and Y shippers would have their own hub, and they’d often be completely oblivious of each other’s presence. Dogpiling didn’t happen; there simply wasn’t a common platform on which to stage the fight. There were no 19-year-old kids screeching at 37-year-old adults for being into X kink on their own 21+ message board dedicated to X Kinks. And we were better off for it.
We must bring back decentralized online spaces like we had in the 90s. This web 2.0 monopoly circus has gone on long enough. Corporate social media—Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Tumblr, Tiktok—is ruining fandom and making too many people miserable.
if you find bones in the forest, sit a bit and listen. they are old and have some good stories to tell. maybe they’ll teach you a spell or two, or explain where the water on our planet came from.
if you find bones by the ocean, run. don’t look back. run, faster, faster. the sea may love you but there are nights where she knows neither mercy nor science, and the bones warn you only once.
boi if you find bones call the police i hate this website so much
this is a piece of creative writing, in case you couldn’t tell from the fact that real bones don’t usually go hey lil’ mama lemme whisper bony secrets in your ear or warn you of the incoming tides like a calcified weather frog.
every version of twelfth night is legally obligated to have a scene staged like this
good question! the answer is no!
Look, Shakespeare directors know what the Bard would’ve wanted, and the Bard would’ve wanted more man-tit on display. For the audience in the Pit, of course.
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