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unicornbeck · 11 hours ago
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I grew up pretty liberal, but even so, there wasn't language for a lot of things back then. There are so many of us in my and my mom's generations who knew we were different but didn't have the language or nuanced understanding of ourselves on a spectrum, that would have facilitated articulating who and how and what we were.
My children have had access to the best, most comprehensive, science-based education I could find for them, and they have taught me so much about myself. My kids gave me language to express distinctions, taught me structures and names, articulated questions I'd never known how to put into words, how to ask.
Because of my ace enby kid, I've become aware of my own grey-ace-demi-ish tendencies, but also aware of the fact that right now I still don't have adequate language to express exactly what color of the rainbow I fall under. But for the first time, I feel a sense of tentative belonging, like maybe there is a place in the tent for me after all. I've considered myself a staunch and zealous ally for so long, always felt more at home and comfortable among queer people. Turns out, that might be because I'm one of them after all. I still don't feel at ease claiming space there, because I've always been okay presenting as the gender I appear to be, and I've only ever had straight-presenting relationships, romantically. But I know in my bones I'm not what I appear. I'm not aro, and I don't mean to hijack this beautiful post about people who have long gone un-validated, unaccepted, misunderstood.
I'm just so thankful when I read about people who have been so long separated from an understanding of themselves, finally being given the language and tools to express and understand themselves.
I relate to that experience so hard.
I want old aros so badly. I want a history. I want a future. I want tales of lives that I understand. I want to see myself in a future where I’m happy and comfortable.
But I don’t have that, so I’ll have to build it.
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septemberkisses · 1 year ago
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the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
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sukinapan · 4 months ago
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gongyussy · 2 months ago
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deepthroating a gun without breaking eye contact...... he put his entire gongyussy into that | SQUID GAME 2
+ the video because the sound he makes when he puts the gun in his mouth? [redacted]
update: he improvised that. the man really said i'll go full slut.
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rachel-sylvan-author · 5 months ago
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"The Shepherd of the Hills" by Harold Bell Wright
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authenticity2025 · 9 months ago
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Maturity is when you realize people can't give you what they can't give themselves, so you stop expecting loyalty from people who betray themselves, stop expecting honesty from people who lie to themselves, and stop expecting peace from people who are at war with themselves.
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cryptocism · 8 months ago
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"just as I did, in 1983."
you'd never know my favourite parts of the show are the fucked up insane bits when my first instinct is to draw the cheesiest thing imaginable
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the-blueprint · 3 months ago
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"Brazilian hand games and American hand games!!!! Realizing that the art of hand games comes from Africa! I never thought about it before. It was just embedded in our childhood."
"The collective consciousness is real"
"My goodness. We played this in Nigeria too."
There's a documentary with @jamilawoods called "Black Girls Play" about the history of handclap games in the US and their importance in the Black community. And a book before it called The Games Black Girls Play, by Kyra D. Gaunt.
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fictionalaffection · 2 months ago
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it’s never too late to do better
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sunlitsoil · 11 months ago
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there is always tomorrow
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shisasan · 6 months ago
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1 September, 1925 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
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dunmeshistash · 11 months ago
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Dungeon Meshi - About Beauty
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figtreeforever · 6 months ago
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Dostoevsky, The Idiot
Caspar David Friedrich, Gartenterrasse, 1811
(Collage: instagram @emmalinatotes)
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gongyussy · 1 year ago
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women………….. | DOROHEDORO
(by the way. this is noi.)
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gildui · 5 months ago
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inspired by @/ilium-ilia's amazing mafia au, in limbo, i had to draw chip and simon <3
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