#homosexuality >>> stress

[xdreamie]

new year: 😓

thinking about dnf new year kiss: 😍

[dirt-str1der]

Theres no season 4 because theyre too scared to animate the canon gay couple. They know its going to change the dr stone mrm ecosystem forever

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

I found sea glass gardens yesterday and it’s so amazing!!! I love how you write all of the characters, especially yuuta (he wasn't one of my faves before but he might be now🤭). Also the effects of reversed cursed energy on him are so interesting! and I giggle everytime when the "power of love" comes up in any context lmao it never gets old.

Also Maki and Tsumiki at the end ugghhhh

I’m just straight up proselytizing for okkotsu yuuta at this point. he is so unwell he enchants me I’m so glad you like him too

The Geto versus Yuuta fight is so endlessly funny to me. POV you’ve spent a decade amassing power as a special grade sorcerer second only to gojo satoru only to get your shit rocked by this clinically anxious sixteen year old in desperate need of a Xanax prescription who got so hopped up on the Power of Loving His Friends that he unlocked his beam attack. Like Yuuta was honestly SO unwell during that final fight. Geto kept trying to do his Big Villain Philosophical Monologue and Yuuta was just going after him with this cocaine addict mania like “The Only Thing In This World I Care About Is Making Sure You’re Not In It Anymore I Am Going To Beat You To Death” baby girl was not okay. I started dropping the power of love gag in chapter one and it wasn’t meant to go on for this long but i find it too funny to stop.

Yuuta, who has a history of loving people passionately and needing to kill someone about it, suddenly experiencing an irrational and all consuming emotional connection with someone who was just terribly hurt by some really huge assholes: oh god oh no oh fuck I may need to kill someone about this

Meanwhile, Maki, meeting someone who hates her family as much as she does and who is willing to fuck up their heirlooms just to spite them: oh no I hope this doesn’t awaken anything in me

[zakuryoishi]

im feeling the inexplicable need to have a kiyama hiroto keychain rn

[koifishanonymous]

> goes on for you tab

> 1st post: neil gaiman is homophobic actually

> closes for you tab

[intertexts-moving]

hi ros i read that article and then rabbitholed about on teen vogue for a bit and then went to look up queer asian media and i have a few i wanna watch but im here 2 ask if u have any especial movie recommendations that u love? (ik a lot of the recs i saw r shows but i do not have the time for shows rn 😔)

hiiiii miso!!! hmm... movies that i love... hdfgdkgf i. actually. am the exact opposite i don't usually watch movies but. i do have a couple that are dear to me!

bangkok love story is a tragic action thai film from like... 2007? it's absolutely a classic & it's... really good. hits hard.

moonlit winter is like, absolute tonal whiplash compared 2 bangkok love story. it's a very slow, delicate, gentle korean film ab. a mother & her daughter & lesbianism & lost first loves & the way light reflects off the snow in winter. it's absolutely one of my favorite films ever.

the handmaiden is like. so successful, it's a park chan-wook film, u probably know ab it or have seen it. but. its so fucking good!!!! psychological thriller about women in 1930s korea!!!!! god!! insane movie!!!

honorable mentions that i haven't seen but have been recommended: suk suk (elderly taiwanese gay men), your name engraved here (tragedy? drama? ab two boys in boarding school in the 80s / the way they process that as adults), egghead and twinkie (not asian cinema, but centering on a asian american lesbian + her queer bestfriend's coming of age, road trip story)!

[jarvis-cockhead]

[yournewfriendshouse]

after five years you probs won’t see this OP but if you do please thank your husband for me

this is brilliant, and it also works with the blubber/wetsuit theory that my psych at the pain clinic uses to describe [what your husband has now irrevocably labelled in my mind as] forks. The more emotional blubber we have, the easier we’re going to cope with shit, through the sake of insulation, and the less we have, the more hostile our environment will be and the less we’ll be able to deal with both our interior and exterior struggles

I don’t know if I’m explaining this right because it’s been a very long 48 hours but…so the blubber itself or your emotional wetsuit are things that gird us emotionally and they can be really simple and transient (but still significant in a world of forks) like successfully doing a task, getting positive feed back on a task, and hugs…or a lot more complex and permanent stuff like guarenteed shelter, regular food, healthy and supportive relationships, they all help us weather out life and help us as humans be more well balanced as individual and basically more able to deal with life…and forks

so that fits Really Fucking Well with the fork theory because the thicker your wetsuit or blubber or whatever you want to call it, the less damage a fork is going to be able to do to you, unless it’s a really big or particularly pointy one

hope this makes sense!

Have I told y’all about my husband’s Fork Theory?  If I did already, pretend I didn’t, I’m an old.

So the Spoon Theory is a fundamental metaphor used often in the chronic pain/chronic illness communities to explain to non-spoonies why life is harder for them. It’s super useful and we use that all the time. But it has a corollary.  You know the phrase, “Stick a fork in me, I’m done,” right? Well, Fork Theory is that one has a Fork Limit, that is, you can probably cope okay with one fork stuck in you, maybe two or three, but at some point you will lose your shit if one more fork happens.  A fork could range from being hungry or having to pee to getting a new bill or a new diagnosis of illness. There are lots of different sizes of forks, and volume vs. quantity means that the fork limit is not absolute. I might be able to deal with 20 tiny little escargot fork annoyances, such as a hangnail or slightly suboptimal pants, but not even one “you poked my trigger on purpose because you think it’s fun to see me melt down” pitchfork.

This is super relevant for neurodivergent folk. Like, you might be able to deal with your feet being cold or a tag, but not both. Hubby describes the situation as “It may seem weird that I just get up and leave the conversation to go to the bathroom, but you just dumped a new financial burden on me and I already had to pee, and going to the bathroom is the fork I can get rid of the fastest.”

[fujouppy]

i literally keep watching this show waiting for cheng xiaoshi & lu guang to kiss like its actually driving me crazy that theyre not canon

[paranoidkid]

I need something either profoundly delusional or profoundly homosexual to happen to me soon

[danexist]

Well that explains it. I am not going to conversion therapy to fix migraines. It’s an excuse to get out of social events and sports carnivals!

it’s the price we pay for being sexy as fuck

[maykitz]

reading a book from 1962 proclaiming the tiny percentage of "true" homosexuals should be left alone as a disabled minority but that the real problem is the growing epidemic of socially contagion'ed young people who only feel gay because of societal stress, mental problems and the derogation of women and that homosexual extremists ought to accept the reasonable compromise of not being actively persecuted in exchange for the institution of a conversion therapy-first approach plus laws that protect vulnerable impressionable children from being infected by a trend that will lead to psychological and physical damage

[ethaku]

when every light goes out

and when every flower wilts, and the sun doesn't shine as bright as it used to, there'll always be one person whose shoulders will always be there for your head to rest on. and when you cry your heart out and cuss the world that birthed you, there'll always be a pair of hands that will tightly grip yours and hold them while your whole frame shakes. and when you're cold and it feels like your insides will never be warm again, i'll kiss you for so long that the fire between my lungs lights you up with the hope of what's to come

[vintage-bentley]

I do not feel comfortable being openly homosexual in the company of “queer” people. Even hinting that I experience absolutely no attraction to the male sex is stressful, because often this results in a bunch of questions that equally feel like bafflement and interrogation. “What about THESE men?” No, not them either. No men. “But this man identifies as a woman!” I am not wired to be attracted to pronouns. “What about this man? He’s femme!” He is still a man, and I am still a lesbian. “So just no men at all?” YES. What is so hard to understand about that? Why can’t you just accept that female homosexuality exists, that it isn’t an evil ideology, and that it’s just how I and many other women are born? Why can you accept and understand so many things, but draw the line at a woman having no interest in the male sex?

[grison-in-space]

On American soldiers serving during WWII:

“Sensitive” men often found one another while working on the extraordinarily popular “soldier shows” for which the USO provided the know-how and the materials. These shows were written, directed, and performed by men in the armed forces. Since there were no women in outlying camps, enlisted men would perform female roles in drag. Performances ranged from comic portrayals of burly men in dresses to realistic female impersonation. For actors and audiences, these performances were a needed relief from the stress of war. For men who identified as homosexual, these shows were a place where they could, in coded terms, express their sexual desires, be visible, and build a community. These lyrics for a “female” trio in a soldier show demonstrate how homosexual enlistees introduced their own humor into skits: Here you see three lovely "girls" With their plastic shapes and curls. Isn't it campy? Isn't it campy? We've got glamor and that's no lie; Can't you tell when we swish by? Isn't it campy? Isn't it campy?16 Later in the war, when WACs were available to perform with men, their involvement was limited; usually they worked backstage to help the men be made up as women. An indication of the popularity of female impersonation in soldier shows is evident in Irving Berlin’s This Is the Army. Written for an all-soldier cast, it premiered on Broadway in 1942 and a year later became a hit Hollywood film with Ronald Reagan. Both the Broadway and film versions featured soldiers dressed as women.

--A Queer History of the United States (2011), Michael Bronski; Chapter Eight: Sex in the Trenches

Fascists rely on a sanitized homogenized understanding of a hazily golden national history to hawk their wares to their recruits and dehumanize their enemies. Moral panics, too, rely on inaccurate popular understandings of history to promote attacks on their victims. Like every other human endeavor, these things spread themselves through stories.

WWII looms large in the American memory; we remember it as the last "innocent" conflict on our world stage, inaccurate as that is. (There is no such thing as an innocent player in a world war.) The military preoccupation with fascism and gender looms large, and WWII offers that for far-right ideologues searching for conformity, too: the masculinity of combat, the catharsis of the foxhole, the rigid conformity of the decades that follow. In the memory of such stand-up paragons of masculinity, the fascists will bellow, how can you permit the degenerate decadence of the modern drag queen, the obscenity of a trans woman being so much as permitted to exist? Surely the rejection of that masculinity would have disgusted and upset these fine soldiers, and how could you insult such icons?

But it isn't true. Drag, genderbending, and queerness were entertainments our grandfathers and great-grandfathers sought out, participated in, and shared with one another. Some of the queer ones fucked about it, and so did some of the straight ones, but not everyone. Some of the soldiers were playing, and some weren't. Either way, "female impersonation" was a staple of entertainment, both in the form of soldier-entertainers and for audiences back home. It continues to be a form of popular mainstream entertainment today, of course: only consider Mrs Doubtfire and Monty Python and RuPaul's Drag Race and Blackadder and MASH and Tyler Perry's Madea and Hairspray, to name only a few of many.

There's more than one way to knock down an image and an idol cherished by bigots, my friends. Don't forget that the stories the lazy fascists tell about how it was long ago and far away aren't the only stories left to tell. It turns out that the past wasn't any less full of degenerates and queers than the present is--or than the future will be.

[saddleseatollie]

I said that I was gonna make a post about Hans' side of the Hansry romance so here we go (buckle up because this will be a very long post):

First off, I wanna talk about his responses to all the heart/romantic dialogue options throughout the game.

I find these dialogue choices to be pretty interesting in general because it's SO easy to read them as completely platonic, which I imagine to be quite intentional. Two bros acknowledging that they care about each other, what's special about that?

Except their friendship isn't normal. Henry is Hans' page and bodyguard. Hans is essentially his boss, and Henry is duty bound to follow him everywhere, save him when he's in trouble.

What these dialogue options establish is that Henry doesn't rescue Hans because it's his job. He does it because he wants to.

I simply cannot stress enough how important it is for Hans to hear that from Henry. To know that he is not forcing Henry into anything. He's not just Henry's boss but also a noble, and that puts him in a position of power over him that he probably struggles with to some degree.

Throughout this game we see more of the divide between "Lord Capon of Pirkstein" and simply "Hans". When he breaks down his walls with Henry and becomes simply Hans, it's because he's letting him in. He doesn't do that with anyone else.

So why is it that Hans' responses to the romance dialogues are so...unromantic? Does he not realize his feelings for Henry yet? Does he not accept them?

No. I think that even by For Whom the Bell Tolls (the end of which being the first opportunity for romance dialogue) Hans has not only recognized his feelings for Henry but accepted them.

When? Honestly there are so many possible answers to that question I'm not even going to try (personally I like to think he spent the majority of his time in the cells at Trosky just thinking about him and Henry so maybe then).

"But Ollie! Why, then, are you saying that Hans' responses were platonic?" I hear you asking.

Because Hans isn't stupid. I'm not 100% sure what the punishment for homosexuality by the law was in 15th century Bohemia but I can guarantee it was very bad. I'm not a history buff but google tells me it ranged from burning at the stake to castration and exile. Not only that but remember that Bohemia at that time was ruled by the Holy Roman Empire, which was still a Catholic Empire circa 1403 and would remain that way for another century. Catholics at the time (and some groups even to this day) viewed sodomy (officially defined as any form of "unnatural sexual acts" including but not limited to homosexuality as the word itself refers to anal sex) as a mortal sin. Basically meaning that the near-universal stance of homosexuality at the time would be that homosexual acts meant burning in Hell for eternity.

All this to say that while I believe that Hans himself has come to terms with his feelings, he recognizes that no one can ever find out about them.

So he tries his absolute hardest to play the role of "best friend" and outwardly pretend to have only the most platonic of feelings towards Henry.

And yet. And yet. Hans loves Henry. He loves him so fucking much even while knowing they can realistically never be together. But Hans is a dreamer. We see that from him a lot, actually. He dreams about a world where nobles well and truly take care of their subjects, where towns aren't raided and burned to the ground for war and profit. It's no stretch to imagine he also dreams of a world where he and Henry can be together.

And then Hans is surprise-engaged against his will and his dreams are promptly smashed against the rocks.

I mean this is his reaction to hearing the news.

He says it's because he wanted to wait to get married, to live a life of adventure before settling down. And while I'm sure that's part of it, in the context of a romanced Hans this is him realizing that he really can't ever be with Henry. Hans might be a serial womanizer (overcompensating much?) but he's no adulterer.

Look in my lovely little headcanon where everything is wonderful and beautiful and works out, do they stay together? Yes, absolutely. But realistically, I don't think it's possible. Their relationship is doomed to fail before it even begins. It's a classic example of love simply not being enough.

And that reality is simply too much, so Hans does as he always does, pretends none of it means anything at all and nothing has changed. He'll never love her as he does Henry and that's that.

And then the siege happens, and Henry volunteers for a suicide mission and is probably going to die and Hans is starving.

Hunger and Despair.

Hans is starving. Not just for food or drink but for life and love and Henry.

Hans has always been prone to impulsivity, to acting on every desire. He's shone amazing restraint, all things considered, up until that point. He loves Henry and he feels he'll die of sorrow without him.

Think about that for a moment.

When he tells Henry the tale of Lancelot and Galehaut he puts himself in the place of Galehaut, who died from grief and sorrow over the loss of his lover.

He fears he'll die if Henry doesn't return. Not of starvation. Not at the hands of a Prague soldier.

Of grief and sorrow.

He is so, so tired of holding back. Of pretending. He wants Henry, he needs Henry. Not as a friend or a protector or a squire but as some strange, lovely mix of all three and more.

Then Henry places his hand over Hans' and tells him everything will be alright and Hans realizes, maybe for the first time, maybe not, that Henry may feel the same as he.

And that tiny little spark of hope is enough to make him act. He kisses Henry out of sheer terror and desperation and longing.

Audentes Fortuna Iuvat.

Fortune favors the bold.

It's time to be bold.