Make love, not war, that’s my motto.
Push daisies down rifle barrels. Let soldiers come home & see their poor neglected families and dogs. Feed the starving, house the homeless, cover the cold & neglected with your warmth, ESPECIALLY if other people keep telling you your compassion is misplaced & that you should be more selfish, more callous, more blind to the pain of other humans.
Radically give a shit. Fuck the pain and the uncertainty away, and collapse, sweating and gasping and spent, into arms that can hold all of your passions and vulnerabilities, rest your flushed head on a chest that can thump in time with your own heart.
Just not on Thursdays, at least not commercially. On Thursdays we thumb our nose at the global economy, at the corporations & billionaires & their psychopathic games.
On Thursdays, we peacefully resist by refusing to participate in a system that is based on coercive labour extraction & the monopolisation of violence. If that was too much of a mouthful, fuck those thieves who use cops & courts to take what isn’t theirs. On Thursdays we rest & refuse to spend money & we let them get mad about it.
On Thursdays, we refuse to lick the boot. We refuse the buy the boot. We refuse to add wear and tear to the boots we already own. We refuse to march in time. We refuse to use our boots to crush the throats of our neighbours, we refuse to stomp on the fingers of those desperately trying to cling to life, to sanity, to hope for a kinder tomorrow.
On Thursdays we wiggle our naked tootsies in the sunshine, we put our bare feet up, we dangle our toes in the ocean or use them to dance, to twirl, to be playful and beautiful & human.
On Thursdays, I’m going to stay home, and create value for my communities that cannot be exploited by capitalism. I won’t be available for bookings, but I will be available for community activities like peer support & skill sharing.
I hope you can join me in saying a huge fuck you to the 600 or so insatiably greedy people on this planet who deliberately make having a safe & peaceful life impossible for the rest of us.
They’ll never have enough money or enough power to fix their shitty childhoods, or the gnawing emptiness within themselves, and they won’t stop squeezing the life out of us until we force them to get off of our backs.
At the moment, too many people believe that we need to be exploited & producing a profit at all times to survive, but it’s a massive con. All you really need to prosper is clean air & water, enough food in your belly, a comfortable home that keeps the weather out, and to feel skilful & attractive & included in your community.
If your basic needs aren’t being met, and you feel unattractive, lonely, useless, excluded & unwanted, maybe your community isn’t very good at skillsharing or at sharing in general, or at being inclusive or accepting or grateful for your presence and contributions.
Maybe they don’t deserve you & you’d be better off with humans who aren’t a bunch of greedy and judgey Karen’s & Kevin’s. Maybe they didn’t guard their community standards well enough, and they’re sliding into fascism.
I am only one little sex fairy, and the only power I really have is the power to speak up, to stand by my beliefs & to refuse to participate in unethical fuckeries to the best of my abilities. I will be supporting Wizard Bissans call to disrupt the global market by striking on Thursdays, because I want to live on a kinder planet. I hope you will join me
