AO3 has been down for an entire day, what's your opinion on the matter?
I don't know what the fuck that is. I had to look it up and I still don't get it. So go outside and play some basketball.
I never want to hear conservatives go on about repressive censorship in China, North Korea, and Iran ever again
my best friend said he likes the way I draw people
my boyfriend likes millipedes, drew this for him
More writing!
If Jesus Christ saw the state of the world right now, he’d puke his guts out. I keep hearing people talk about the second coming as if we haven’t had so many messiahs already. Our messiahs are our activists and leaders of movements. Anyone willing to help people and sacrifice so much. Honestly, I wish I could die and magically fix everything. I’d vaporize and become the clouds. I’d pour over the dried blood and salty tears that stains everything, like a mother introducing water to a babies face. I wish I could have everyone retrace their steps, babies be unborn, suns unset, and fix whatever snowballed into everything. I wish I could give new life. I wish I could be the bullet that misses by a hair. I wish I could be the reckless driver that sets off the airbag.
A little something I wrote today!
Seeing the flecks of light scattered across the sky fills me with both amazement and frustration.
Imagining what those little flecks hold excites me, but I then remember I could never see everything they are.
It feels like I’ve been cheated. I wish I could live every life and experience everything, but it’s just not possible. I hope when I die, I’ll become God. I hope that everyone will. And for an eternity I could really live. I could see everything there is to see. I hope I could go back to the beginning, way before it, and see time as if it were individual frames of a motion picture.
Each second, less than a second, the smallest most meaningless unit of time, could last forever. I could see everything and feel it and love it and hate it and laugh and cry and scream. And when it somehow ends, I’d do it over.
I want to love everyone and hate everyone. I want to kill and give life. I want to ruin and better. I want to breathe and I want to suffocate and swim and burn. I want to see how ugly and beautiful it all is. I want to see things I could’ve never imagined.
I want to know everything better than I currently know myself. I want to find myself and everyone in all of it.
Are LGBTQ labels confusing? Do you ever see a collection of words and think "aren't some of those antithetical or mutually exclusive?" Congratulations! You've run into a very interesting phenomenon that I'm about to break down to the best of my ability.
There's two major philosophies when it comes to labels, they don't have names to my knowledge so I'm gonna call them Reflective and Telegraph.
The Telegraph Label philosophy states that labels primarily function as a means of conveying useful information about one's self to others. It's telling others what pronouns, what parts and what genders that person has or is attracted to. This is usually pretty straightforward, the stuff someone interested in dating you would check before asking you out to avoid embarrassment.
The Reflective Label philosophy states that labels are primarily a tool for describing an internal experience. Putting words to feelings for the benefit of the self. This is how we get lables like stargender or autismgender. These aren't meaningfully useful labels that tell others what to expect physically or what pronouns to use. But that doesn’t mean they're useless. In the case of someone using autismgender, that label probably describes the internal experience of the ways a person's autism impacts their views on and performance of gender. Stargender likely explains not that they literally see themselves as a star but rather that their internal experience of their prefered gender performance makes them feel a way that reminds them of stars or stargazing.
And this applies to sexuality too. Boy lesbian might seem antithetical but ultimately that label isn't there to tell others anything. It's merely a comfort to have words to describe a mess of feelings and social dynamics.
And for clarification, anyone calling themselves a boy-lesbian probably isn't the cis male boogieman forcing lesbians who aren't interested in cis men to date them or else be labeled a bigot. That boogieman doesn't exist. A more likely explanation is that a nonbinary or trans person has a complex relationship with their changing gender that doesn't trigger a change in the way they see themselves in relationships and attraction thus causing them to keep or adopt the lesbian label despite the gender weirdness going on.
I see a lot of infighting about what people call themselves and whether or not certain combinations can even physically exist. And Y'know what? I don't think that's terribly productive. Neither philosophy is wrong. People are just using labels to address different root problems.
As aggravating as it might be for Telegraphers, you don't have to understand everything. Not everyone feels that they owe you the list of information you find useful, and their labels reflect that. And that's okay.
"Clark writes that Fight Club 'suggests homosexual themes and relationships even though the narrative does not openly admit them' (417). Clark's assessment is a strong beginning to the recognition of the homoeroticism of Fight Club.
The film's queer element- and the queerness of other artifacts of popular culture- however, remains to be explored. Much is to be gained from analyses of popular culture that emphasize queer elements. A queer analysis can help deconstruct, however temporarily, traditional gender constructs and over time alter what it means to say that you are a man or to say that you are a woman.
Queer lives and queer studies have much to offer the mainstream, heterosexual majority when it comes to challenging predetermined gender identities."
"Fight Club's Queer Representations" by Thomas Peele
JAC, Fall 2001, Vol. 21, No. 4 (Fall 2001), pp. 862-869
(Film Analysis Hours)
I miss you like I'm missing my hands
Like I'm missing a word in my sentence and I'm strapped in like a dog in an oven
I miss you like I'm banging on the door
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