I gotta say, so much queer intra-community horseshit dropped off my shoulders when I decided to adopt a firm policy that everyone is the expert in their own identity, the single most knowledgeable person about what it's like to live life in their own skin, and that if someone describes their experience in ways I find contradictory or paradoxical I should do them the courtesy of presuming that they are striving to express something very specific and nuanced, rather than leaping to the conclusion that they're just dumb and using words wrong.
Sure, there are some combinations of identity terms that I look at and go "hmm, I don't get how that works." I'm still a human being. But there's a big difference between not getting how something works versus insisting that it doesn't.
As a person on the autism spectrum: This is not all allistics and all autistics (for example, my allistic sister has grown up around autistic people and has an “autism radar” similar to my own) but I relate to this so much. I’ve gotten the “oh, I couldn’t tell, you’re so functional” from allistic people. I can (sometimes) pick autistic people out of a crowd and I gravitate towards them. It’s not even always conscious, we just find each other and it’s awesome. I love all my autistic friends ❤️
It has just now occurred to me that what’s “visibly on the spectrum” is wildly different for autistic and allistic people. Most allistics don’t recognize autistic behavior (at all or anything more that weird/quirky) unless it impacts their ability to interface with an autistic person. That’s when allistics see someone as visibly on the spectrum. Other autistics can spot each other from a mile a way though over minor stuff.
For example every allistic I’ve ever worked with has told me “oh but you’re sooo good at socializing with people?!? I could neverrrr tell?!?!” If they learned I’m autistic.
However other autistic people meet me and are like: YOU. AUTISM.
maybe i would like flies with that (ukbeetlemania on tiktok)
Man, we have got to stop treating art like it has an expiration date. That show stopped airing? Doesn’t mean it can’t haunt your every waking thought. Everybody’s into this album, but you don’t have the energy for new music right now? It’ll be waiting for you when you’re ready. That movie’s fifty years old and indie as shit? Incredible, you have the chance to share it with folks who might never otherwise feel that particular punch of delight. Books don’t go bad. Shows inspire fandoms decades after they’ve wrapped up. We’re still looking at cave paintings and statue work from ancient times and letting the joy of creation bring tears to our eyes. That’s the point of art. It’s as close to immortality as we ever get. Why try to give that magic a shelf life?
Thank you nervoussaladbard! Enjoy this Art Thing. No, I don’t know what this creature is either.
Remember when I asked if people would vote in a tournament poll hosted somewhere other than this hellsite? Well, the final round begins now! Please vote for Oakie the Acorn for me, they’re a quirky little acorn and it would make me very happy! Plus, just like last time, 1 new vote for Oakie = 1 post featuring an art piece by me*! Please like or comment when you vote so I know :)
*which might just be a doodle, but I will try to share things people enjoy!
[Image description: a large container of rainbow nonpareils. End ID.]
Squeee! Cockroach friends, come and share this bounty!
Trick or treat! I’m a cockroach this year 🪳
Happy Halloween! 😊
For you and all your cockroach buddies
I love the disturbing implications/undertone of this cutesy little piece- is the cat dead? Undead? Have the innocent-looking flowers speedily absorbed the part of the cat’s body that is in the soil? Do the flowers lure their victims into being buried, lull them to sleep, then eat them? Alternatively, is the cat like a plant, and will regrow if you bury its bones in suitable soil? Or does the soil have some sort of property that makes everything but the bones transparent? Cube cat has become the source of some increasingly strange ideas
Cube cat
The struggle, the unceasing torment of resisting the desire to rend my own flesh…..
-me when I’m trying not to pick my scabs
Hi, we're the River System! Katlyn (she/they) and Jacob (he/him). Came for the fandoms, stayed for the off-the-wall and the cringe. 22, autistic (language abled and low support needs), Environmental Biology major. Actual Mad Scientists ;) [We do science and don't do sanity!] Mostly this is Katlyn obsessing over bugs and fandoms (Undertale, Hollow Knight, Little Nightmares, Fire Emblem: Awakening, RWBY, Arcane). Also may include photography, dark aesthetics, and general chaos from Jacob. (Cover photo by Sagar Patil on Unsplash)
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