A place for optimism, relentless positivity, anti-doomerism, and snuggle sessions.
We're all in this together, and a better world is possible!
This is now also a space for organizing tips for our collective survival as we confront climate change and everything else. Still no doom-posting. We're here to work together, support each other, and boldly face the future.
Rules:
Familiarize yourself with the site-wide Code of Conduct
No doom, no gloom, only bloom. There's plenty of room for doomerism elsewhere. This community is solely for having a positive outlook on the future and spreading good vibes.
Be kind to your fellow users. This also means no arguing in the comm. Arguments and negativity are not conducive to blooming. Constructive discussion is good. No interest-policing. Support your comrades in their joy!
Always share good news. We can't exactly enforce this one, but if you have good news, please share it with us! Keeping happiness and positivity to yourself is the twelfth type of liberalism.
Nope, not going to let this bullshit turn me reactionary or cruel. I'm not going to play along with the calls to harden my heart and accept the bleak capitalist realism of the Epstein class. Fuck that. Fuck the monsters that want to kill everything innocent and good. I refuse to be one of them. Even if they win I will never accept them. I'm not about to give up who I am for anything.
Whimsical goofball is the best kind of queer and it is impossible for anyone to change my mind
Whimsical goofball is what I strive to be, and I'm straight. Or maybe being a whimsical goofball means I'm queer in some way? Meh doesn't matter to me. I'm never losing my goofiness
Whimsical goofballness lives in the hearts of all people, but it is produced and distributed by gay forest creatures when you're not looking
Whimsical goofball is the only good kind of straight so you're doing great