Welcome to Night Vale is a free podcast in the style of community radio set in a strange, Twilight Zone-esque town called Night Vale.
What do you need to know?
You can listen to it on itunes for free or listen to it here (scroll all the way down to the bottom for the first one).
Each podcast is 20-30 minutes long.
New ones are posted on the 1st and 15th of the month.
The broadcaster’s name is Cecil.
It’s weird. Get used to that.
Yes, the weather section is just music. But it’s awesome music.
No, Cecil having a third eye, tentacles, moving tattoos, etc. are not canon. These are all fanon interpretations of him. There’s no canon description other than that he has a face with a nose and eyes and mouth, and he’s neither tall nor short, thin nor fat.
Carlos is perfect.
Desert Bluffs is a rival town. They suck.
Sit up when you’re listening to it. Cecil’s voice is smooth and sonorous, and it can put you to sleep.
Why listen to it?
There’s queer representation in the form of our host, Cecil.
Cecil’s love interest is a POC. And perfect.
Cultural appropriation is fucking slammed.
The fandom is amazing and produces beautiful art and graphics.
What makes me sad about it is that the Women Against Feminism purport to be against feminism because they love men so much, and yet like so many avowed anti-feminists, they seem to appreciate men for the functional roles they fulfill for the WAFs – as providers of paychecks, openers of jars, lifters of heavy shit – and not for the actual human beings they are.
A big part of the reason why I am a feminist is because I don’t want to relate to Brian simply as a provider of paychecks, an opener of jars, a lifter of heavy shit. I want to be able to help provide the paychecks. I want to be able to open my own jars, and open them for him too. I want to be able to help move the heavy sofa instead of sitting around watching him struggle on his own. I want to be his partner in our relationship, and for me that means pitching in and helping with everything, not just the tasks that don’t require a lot of muscle.
If you asked me to list the top million things I like about Brian, his ability to open jars and lift heavy things might show up somewhere in the 990,000s. Here are things that would show up long before: because he makes me laugh, because we have the best conversations over Sunday morning coffee, because I like the way he smells and the way the skin around his eyes crinkles when he smiles at me and the hair on the back of his hands, because he decided to read War and Peace this summer, because he picked out “The Punk Singer” for us to watch one night, because he does funny dances just to make me smile, because he has a way about him that makes people want to open up to him within hours of meeting him. There are so many things I love about my husband, and almost none of them have to do with his grip strength.
My husband is more to me than a living jar-opener | Fit and Feminist (via brutereason)
There are so many sexual subjects that I want to do full episodes about won’t get to right away so we’ve made a video that gives you at least one info-bit about each one that is hopefully something useful to tide you over until we delve deeper ;o)