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Generally, I try to look up every new term that gets popular in social media to check if its aave (and lo and behold it usually is). So i try not to use it. However, since I learnt english from the internet and watch a lot of content and essays by Black creators the chances are very high I still likely use a ton when I'm not intending to. When I'm talking to another Black person, do you personally think it'd be appropriate to ask them to tell me if they notice I misuse anything so I can adjust my speech? Or would that be clunky or annoying to most people, having to look out for that? Can't really generalize... Do I just ask case by case? But then I'd worry I'd seem like I'm fixating on their Blackness by bringing it up unprompted or something.... Do I just wait till the topic of language and aave appropriation comes up naturally? Or am I overthinking it. I just dont wanna make anyone uncomfortable yknow 😭

I don't think you should ask them outright. So not a "can you tell me if-" because that's asking for labor that they are not required to provide lol. It puts the onus on them to do something that you should already do yourself.

I think what would help is leaving the door open instead. "Hey, recently I've become aware that some of the language I've been using might be appropriation. So feel free to tell me if I say or do something that is offensive, because I value our relationship and wouldn't want to cause any hurt." You have to be willing to tell them that it's safe to tell you, and then ACTUALLY be okay with hearing when you've done it. But this lets them know that you've had an experience recently where it was brought to your attention, and it matters.

Now, you don't have to do this in every single conversation, because again- you should be practicing this yourself. But if you feel that it's necessary, then be brave enough to say it 👍🏾

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yeah i'm wlw (wench loving wench)

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I know I should just let my writing speak for itself, but...also, no.

Actually! I'm not really going to preface this before I post it, except to say that: I wrote it today (so it's bad), it's part of my WTH WIP, and I'm changing the writing style a bit from other parts that I've posted, so you'll technically get more details from this than from other parts I've posted before. (And you have a slightly better idea now of what Eric looks like! Yippee! ...I do love him, though.)

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As West leaned back, he accidentally brushed his nose against Eric’s, momentarily jabbing his own nostril with the gold stud on Eric’s nose. He laughed at the feeling.

“What?” Eric asked with amused curiosity in his voice as West put his head back on his pillow.

“I just never felt your nose piercing like that before.”

“Oh. Well yes, sorry, it’s there.”

“Ye dinnae have to be sorry,” West said, then added, almost timidly, “I like it.”

After a couple of beats, Eric asked, “Really? My stud?”

West nodded, then realized that Eric probably couldn’t see his nod in the dark, and agreed. “Aye. I like...all your piercings, actually.”

Eric hummed, intrigued. “Well, you haven't told me that before. Thank you.”

“When did you get them, anyway?” West paused, then added, “I just realized I’ve never asked you about ‘em before.”

Eric turned over onto his back, clasping his hands together on top of his chest.

“Well, let’s see...I first got my ears pierced – just one in each lobe – when I was 13, although my parents didn’t approve. My mum didn’t want me to get both my ears pierced – she said one was fine, ‘like normal boys get sometimes,’ but at that point I already knew I wasn’t a ‘normal boy’. Not that I was going to argue that point with her. I just wanted both of my ears pierced. So, anyway, I got them. Then I got my nose pierced when I was 17. And then, after that, I got two more piercings – the bottom two along my helix – in each ear when I was 19. Then, I was...20, I think, when I got the third and last piercing on my helixes. And then, when I was 21, I went with Penny and got my rook piercing while she got her eyebrow pierced. I only got the one in my left ear because it was so bloody painful that I couldn’t handle getting the matching piercing in my right ear.”

West shuddered at the thought of how painful one piercing could have been, considering that Eric had gotten at least six piercings before it, but he supposed that was why Eric had stopped getting any more piercings after that.

“So that one piercing put you off any more? Or tattoos?”

“Well, not exactly. But, oh, tattoos...I’m not really one for tattoos. I’m more of a piercing person, I ‘spose.” West made a noise of interest when Eric said ‘not exactly,’ but wasn’t able to comment before Eric asked him, “What about you? You don’t have any piercings or tattoos. I mean, I assume. I thought I’d seen enough of your body to know, but, maybe not…”

West laughed. “No, no tattoos or piercings for me. I havenae the ears for piercings, I think. Or...anything else, I dinnae think. Piercings just aren’t for me. But tattoos...well, I probably won’t ever get any tattoos, but I have thought that, maybe, if I ever got one, I’d maybe get…” He paused and bit his lip, unwilling yet to admit this aloud to someone. No one had ever asked him about tattoos before, so he’d never offered this information to anyone else, and he was nervous that he’d get ribbed for it.

He still didn’t say anything for over a minute, and as Eric turned onto his side again to face West, he brushed the backs of his fingers over West’s side as he assured, “It’s all right. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”

West finally shook his head and sighed. “No, all right, I’ll tell you. It’s just...a bit embarrassin’.”

“I can’t possibly think of what you might say that would be embarrassing. Even if you said–”

“A ram,” West finally blurted, silencing Eric quickly. He clarified, “For Aries. My zodiac sign.”

Eric smiled through the darkness. “Well, that’s a great idea! I don’t think you should be embarrassed about that at all.”

West laughed sardonically, squeezing his eyes shut for a few seconds in embarrassment as he turned over onto his back.

To prove his seriousness, Eric asked, “Where would you get it?”

West started as he realized that Eric meant the tattoo. He'd never thought before about where he would get it. “Eh, I dinnae ken. Maybe on my back? Like, my shoulder, or between my shoulders. Not somethin’ huge or anythin’. But a reason to be shirtless more often, I guess,” he said with a grin. Eric chuckled.

“Yes, please!”

West laughed.

After a few minutes of companionable silence, West turned his head and asked, “So, you aren’t done gettin’ piercings, then? It sounded like you’ve thought about gettin’ more.”

Eric took a few beats to reply. “Well, yes. I’ve thought about getting another one. But...I’ve never made up my mind about it.”

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Diane Sudyka, They woke from their long slumber…

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Thunderpussy featuring Mike McCready at their Seattle show today when I am not going feels like the Universe was saying: my good bitch, you are not ready for that yet. You think you've been ready for that since 2018, but no. No. Not yet.

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a black trans girl was murdered in tuscaloosa... she was only 18. Cameron Thompson.

link to her family's funeral fund

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Joan Baez photographed by David Redfern.

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I "made" some Fanny lockscreens (not any that I'd officially be willing to share here) the other day, but now I'm like, 'Hmmm, should I make one specifically with June Millington wearing her Ritz sweater, or no...?'

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Gendered parenting is so weird. As a little kid I was a total daddy's girl, I was told I would always try to sneak into the garage, I was always very interested in everything he was doing and would follow him around while he was working, but while my family was never the type to outright say "you can't do that because you're a girl", they simply didn't entertain the idea that I could possibly be interested in cars. Then when my little brother was born, it was just assumed he would become a mechanic like our dad because he was a boy. Even though he, unlike me, didn't like being in the garage much and wasn't all that interested in what dad was doing. Once he got to a certain age, dad started making him help and would drag him away from his actual interests for it, which lead to a lot of arguing and not much actual learning.

Gendered expectations sort of create doubles of children. There's the real child with their actual personality, interests and behaviors, and then there's the Gender Child.

My real brother hated soccer and team sports. The Gender Child that existed only the minds of the adults in his life needed to play soccer because that's what a Boy Child does.

Growing up, I always felt like adults didn't actually know me as a person and they weren't interested in getting to know me. Because they felt they'd already learned everything there was to know about me when they were told "it's a girl".

When I talk about how I never got gifts I actually liked from my relatives (to this day I still don't like getting gifts that aren't something I picked out myself), it isn't actually about the gifts themselves. I don't even remember them. What I do remember is the feeling of being given gifts that were seemingly not bought with the real me in mind. They were for the Girl Child™️ version of me. The me that adults wanted me to be, not who I actually was.

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Tracklist:

Full Moon In Gemini • Flood • Secret Medicine • Water Me Down • In A Bind • Wits About You • Please Don't Leave The Table • Home Soon • Every Woman • Full Moon In Gemini (Monako Reprise)

Spotify ♪ Bandcamp ♪ YouTube

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Corin Tucker with Sleater-Kinney at Lollapalooza in Chicago, IL. August 4th 2006

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One good thing about being alive for twenty-something years is that I can pull shit out of the freezer and make incredibly simple and fairly quick vegetable fried rice without having to measure anything. And it still tastes great, too!