Look At Them Go !! 💌💌💌

this ask is mostly about twitter people, who might never see this, but i genuinely hope they do. this may help a few on tumblr to open their eyes as well, so i will send this message.

a lot of people are being extremely hateful to zam, consciously and unconsciously.

consciously is by assuming he's white, cis, straight, and all of those privileged labels apply to them. he's not white. and if you can read subtext, or look up some clips, you can assume he might not be straight, and maybe not even cis. has zam ever said to the camera "i am a cis straight man and wish to be represented as such"? no. please, stop assuming when you don't know someone.

when you read an anon here, what do you assume? who do you think *I* am? am i cis? trans? maybe i'm straight. maybe i'm pan. maybe i'm aro. maybe i'm a white woman living in the us suburbs, maybe i'm some poor college student living in malaysia. you do not know shit about anyone, and this includes streamers.

a lot of people, unknowingly, or i'd rather think they don't know it, are extremely transphobic about zam. not just in thinking he's cis (what if he's questioning? what if, hear me out, he's trans and doesn't want to come out? what if zam CANNOT come out?) but also by laughing about his attire.

zam, on the realm, wears a dress. zam says "i am the princess of yellow kingdom!". zam has long hair. zam, in presentation, is a woman- a princess. in stream, when asked for pronouns, zam said "any tbh, like i mostly use he/him but i dont really care" (paraphrased).

and people are confused- a man in a dress? everyone says he's foolish's son, and yet, zam proclaims proudly to be a princess. and for some reason, a lot of people's reactions are to ridicule him.

"Get a better wig" Owen wrote. Now, I don't think Owen understood what he wrote there. But this is transmisogyny. There is no debate about it. You tell someone you perceive to be a man in a dress to get a better wig, because this "disguise" just doesn't fit right. Imagine if Zam came out as a trans woman right now. How the fuck would you imagine she'd react? Imagine now that zam might be going through gender stuff. How do you imagine zam took this?

And people on twitter are the worst about it. Why the fuck do you need to wear a fucking suit to be "locked in on lore"? Why is a dress seen as silly and frivolous? Is it because anything "girly" is unserious? Are all women unserious? Or is it because Zam is perceived as a man, and therefore, a man in a dress isn't serious? Is it just misogyny or transmisogyny? Spoilers, it's both.

Zam constantly refers to herself on the realm (and beyond it) as a "single mother", the "princess of yellow", or had a title like Busy Woman (changed later to Busy Princezam - likely because her family knows her youtube account and would ask questions that she cannot answer safely).

I recommend to everyone to read this article, of a trans woman talking about her experience being a trans woman, growing up as such, and why she stays in the closet.

https://medium.com/@jencoates/i-am-a-transwoman-i-am-in-the-closet-i-am-not-coming-out-4c2dd1907e42

And if you can't read all that, here's to me, the most impactful lines of this article:

"What I look like is this: a boy. A boy who has inherited a little more body hair than he can fight back, even in the places where he’s allowed to. A boy many ciswomen look at and say “you look like you like Mac DeMarco, ha ha.” (I do.) “I bet you read Jonathan Franzen.” (I don’t.) “I bet you like Breaking Bad.” (It was pretty good.) “I bet you are a self-proclaimed male feminist ally but don’t read women authors.” (Fuck right the fuck off.)

These women have explained to me, with self-righteous anger, with smug superciliousness, what a transwoman is.

Part of me wants them to go through my books—wants them to see where the raised, blurred stipples are, which pages of which books are warped by tears going back over a decade.

Most of me wants them nowhere near my books or anything else of mine.

I am twenty-four years old and I don’t know what to do. Without reservation, I embrace the theory of intersectional feminism. I need it — we all do. But do I want to join social circles that won’t have me until I disclose my most private experiences? That will leave me on permanent probation or tell me to shut up until I lay bare every year of dissociation and dysmorphia and dysphoria?

Do I need to be inspected and dissected by the people who laughed at me in order to receive my credential?"

Think before you say shit. Also, to anyone feeling attacked: be better. If you have said transphobic things, if you have done these kinds of actions, you can change. You are not set in stone. You can learn from this. It sucks to think you did bad, but it doesn't make you a bad person.

What makes you a bad person is doubling down on harmful words and beliefs, upholding them to save whatever misplaced pride you hold, thinking admitting you were wrong is humiliating. It's not. Apologizing and trying to do better next time, opening your mind and heart to others and their struggles, listening and learning - this is important. Especially when you are young. Don't take the path of terfism, accept you were and did wrong, and try to not let it happen again.

We all slip in the mud sometimes. You just gotta get up and go wash yourself instead of wallowing in it.

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senku bc i love him very much (ignore the big ass chunk of white space LMAO)

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unstableversary day 1: secret (ps: look at the red strings…🤫)

More lew doodles :D inspired by their post explaining their life series character

Reblog to make it die faster

Persona digital doodles !! (+ tiny grian scar and etho hehe)

some screenshot redraws from the outreach!

firends :]

my favorite type of grian posts are the ones he made years ago that only got dug up recently

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