Which Of These Would You Rather See On Your Dash?

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So, I may have decided to rebrand this to use for my artwork to help grow myself and find my audience. Just a fair warning I have no idea how to tumbler. But I will figure it out! Haha. Just bear with me because my blog will probably be a little ugly for a bit until I get everything made for it. <3

I love her. I’m in love with her. I have been for years. I want her, to have and to hold, for better and through worse, for the rest of my life. I used to say that I wanted to be a part of her, a heart, a lung, a leg, anything. Not because I wanted to be her, no, but because I wanted to know her, better than anyone, so I could know what she needed, how best to help her. I want to be there with her through everything. I want to come home from work and cuddle up to her on the couch, to listen to her talk about her day, or her dreams, or anything.

I want her in all the ways someone can want someone else. I want to be her best friend, her lover, her comrade. I want the be the first person she calls when she needs to talk, when she wants to share good news, or bad news, when it’s late at night and she can’t sleep. I want to kiss her, and hold her, and sleep under the stars. I want to tumble into bed with her, to tease her about her bed head in the morning. I want to learn to cook her favorite foods in a kitchen we share. I want to dance with her, to watch her trip over her own two feet and laugh at herself. God, how often I make a fool of myself to hear that laugh. I want to see every expression she can make. I want hear every noise. I want to see the most beautiful parts of the world with her, because she’s the most beautiful part of mine.

I want to hear all the family drama. I want to go to her family get togethers. I want her to come to mine. I want to show her off to everyone I know. I want them all to see how much I love her. I want them to tell her how every time I look at her my love is so apparent it makes them want to hurl. I want her to smile and laugh and agree. I want her mother to invite me into her family with open arms and I want her to be welcomed into mine.

I want to share my life with her. I want her to share her life with me. I’m in love with her, I have been for years, and I think I always will be. But I know these wants can’t come to pass. She doesn’t love me back, but it’s fun to dream.

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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

The lack of understanding in cishets as to why we need pride flags is staggering. I literally had someone say, "I drink too much. You don't see me going to a church with a martini flag." It's because, for a trans queer like me, the assumption is that most people would rather I not be in public space. It may not be the case, but I need to treat a gun like it's loaded. All it takes is one bigot to ruin my day, or worse. I don't think I could go into a church without running a risk, and I sure as hell ain't going near one that doesn't have a pride flag.

The pride flag is not just a sign of I'm proud of who I am. It is a sign that I am welcome here. It is a sign I can exist in the space without the threat of violence or harassment. It is a sign of community. A sign that there are people out there like me. It is a sign of being seen, safety, and belonging.

We deserve that.

People seem to have forgotten that "proship" was the Fandom norm for the longest time.

Only, it wasn't called proship. It was called ship and let ship. Or minding your own buisness.

If someone had a ship you didn't like or thought was gross, you would avoid them. If they drew art or wrote stories you didn't agree with or like, you would ignore them.

There were tags like smut, whump, and angst to tell people about things they might not want to read. And then dead dove: do not eat for taboo subjects and especially gritty fic.

Then people started to ignore that. Younger fans started to bully people because they disagreed with shipping certain characters. Whether it be because it "wasn't canon", they thought it was gross, or they just didn't like it.

These people began calling themselves "anti-ship"

Pro-ship became a label to show that someone was against anti-ship.

Eventually, the anti-ship movement began to die down. So do you know what they did? They started accusing people. Of being pedophiles, groomers, rape supporters, and more. All because they wrote or drew things that these people didn't like.

They began claiming that THEY were the Fandom norm, and that these "proshippers" were the bad people. They started claiming that proship stood for "problematic shipping"

Due to this, the term "pro-ship" is often misconstrued as to what it means. Many people don't even KNOW what it means.

It means "anti-censorship".

It means that we support someone's right to produce art, no matter how gross, no matter how taboo, no matter how "problematic"

Because it's not hurting anyone.

If it's something you don't want to see? Block the person. Block the tag. Say in your bio that you don't like it. That's what they're FOR!

This was discussed in earlier days of fandom.

"I wonder why people would read a story in a genre they don't care for, then take the time to let the writer know that sure enough, they didn't care for it. That would be like me going to a restaurant, ordering a slice of cherry pie, then asking that the chef be brought out so I can say "I don't like cherry pie, and I didn't like yours either." To continue this analogy into its usual fannish outcome, the chef would say "Well gee, lady, why did you order it?" And I'd say, "Are you questioning my right to order cherry pie?"

-Unknown 2002

Except now, it would be like the person who didn't like the cherry pie and ordered it anyways then demanded that no restaurant serve cherry pie because it was poison. Not only is it a ridiculous request, it's blatantly untrue.

I will Never get over GenLoss

something very cool about generation loss is that as the episodes go on, the space itself gets more and more complex. The first episode was filmed entirely on a 2-d plane with the rooms all in line with each other, and you never see the cameraperson. In the second episode, the rooms are still mostly in a line, but we see all the rooms from multiple angles including all four walls, AND we see the cameraperson multiple times, although they never seem to be acknowledged by the characters until the very last scene. Finally in the third episode we have a much more open space with multiple floors and camera angles that show everything, and the cameraperson is frequently visible and known by the characters.

All of this parallels the way both the characters and the audience become slowly more aware of the situation they are in throughout the show and is a very cool way of showing slowly the true complexity of the story.

Huge props to the genloss team and ranboo! the themes of the show are ingrained even just in the way it is presented to us.

THE KOSA BILL HAS MOVED OUT OF THE COMMITTEE WITH A UNANIMOUS VOTE, BUT THE FIGHT IS FAR FROM OVER. BILLS NEED TO GO THROUGH MANY OTHER STEPS BEFORE GETTING PASSED SO THERE'S STILL TIME TO STOP IT. DON'T STOP SIGNING PETITIONS AND DON'T STOP MAKING CALLS TO SENATORS. AGAIN HOPE IS NOT LOST. IF WE GET ENOUGH PEOPLE IN POWER TO OPPOSE KOSA IT WILL NOT MAKE IT PAST THE SENATE. DON'T STOP FIGHT AND DON'T LOSE HOPE!!! WE STILL HAVE POWER IN NUMBERS!

HERE IS A LINK TREE WITH LINKS TO PETITIONS AND NUMBERS TO CALL YOUR SENATORS (WITH SCRIPTS)

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(For those who are not aware: KOSA is a bill that will give the government a ridiculous amount of power over the Internet. It will make you unable to access the Internet without uploading your ID. It will also limit your access to human rights issues [homophobia, transphobia, slavery/racism, abortion etc.]. It says it's to protect children's mental health but it's not! It's all about control.)