#it’s just not in line w how bigotry actually functions

[macbethz]

I think it’s great that there’s more diversity in speculative fiction & that more are tackling social issues but recently there has been a trend of these books just having these cartoonishly evil racist villains that are incredibly heavy handed in novels that are otherwise subtler and it just takes me right out of it idk. It doesn’t feel like it’s for the purpose of actually examining how racism actually happens irl as much as creating this punching bag caricature for your main characters to prove wrong which is like. Fine I guess. Sometimes you just want catharsis. but if your book is trying to be literary and for adults and say something Greater I think you can do better

[wolveria]

Inside Your Wires - Chapter 3

Pairing: Human!Connor x Android!Reader

Prompt: For the @dbhau-bigbang​ 2020 challenge!

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, fantasy bigotry, violence, brief noncon elements, angst with a happy ending

Chapter summary: Connor comes face-to-face with his first deviant.

AO3

(Story moodboard by @uh-kitty-got-wet​​)

Connor winced as the planks under his feet creaked with his shifting weight; quiet but still too loud for his liking. He reached the bottom of the steps and let his eyes adjust to the darkness for a moment. It gave him the opportunity to see it wasn’t completely pitch black, and there was pale light from the streetlamps outside streaming through the cloth-covered basement windows.

He understood why Ralph had called it a cellar now; the floor was packed dirt, shrouding his footfalls in total silence. Concentrating, he even thought he could hear the rain outside.

No androids, though. The cellar was eerily quiet, setting the hairs on the back of his nape on end.

Connor started forward, holding his service pistol aimed to the ground and shifting sideways to make himself a smaller target. He gave a start when something brushed against his cheek, like the cold breath of a ghost, but the cause was nothing more supernatural than one of the basement windows having been propped open.

He scowled. So that’s why he could hear the rain, and now Ortiz’s android was long gone.

Something caught his eye. There was a faint light against the wall below the window, and Connor carefully moved forward for a better look. It was only when he was a few feet away that he realized what he was looking at: various candles, sprinkled dried petals, and even some kind of statue.

In the flickering candlelight there was strange, hurried writing on the wall. As if the writer had been in distress. He squinted to read the letters, but they made no sense.

RA9?

Connor turned and opened his mouth, about to shout to Ralph that the cellar was clear, when a hand clamped down hard to silence him. He didn’t even have time to give a muffled shout as he was dragged backwards into the dark.

His back pressed against a wooden shelf, inhaling sharply from the discomfort and in response to who—or what—had grabbed him.

The CyberLife android had him pinned, one hand held tightly over his mouth with the other splayed against his chest. It was deceptively strong, and when Connor tried to shove the android away, it barely jostled from his efforts.

Panic coursed through him as his body reacted to the pressure, giving him an inconvenient erection for the second time that night. For fuck’s sake, was Connor really that pent-up that he was getting his rock’s off to… to…

The prototype’s LED spun a rhythmic blue but its eyes were watchful, appearing almost black in the dark. Gone was the earnest, innocent look, replaced with something far too calm and intense. Connor swallowed thickly, wondering what the fuck it was thinking, when it raised its hand from his chest and pressed a finger against its lips. The universal sign to be quiet.

Oh. So the Ortiz android was here. But why were they sneaking around if that was the case? Surely they could just order the fucker to come out of hiding and be done with it. The sooner Connor could get home, the better. His night was already ruined enough without having to look for lost property.

The android didn’t explain its actions, but it did wait for something, and it took Connor a second to realize it was waiting for him. He gave a small nod, indicating he understood what it wanted, if not why it wanted it.

It released Connor and stepped back, giving him one last lingering look before turning and disappearing into the deep shadows. Only the faint glow of its light ring made it so Connor could keep track of its progress, moving around the shelves and various heaps of junk lying around.

The android moved like it could see in the dark. Hell, maybe it could. Connor had no idea what kind of high tech bells and whistles CyberLife gave its shiny new toys.

He lost sight of it as it moved around the corner of a shelf, and he gave up trying to keep pace when he banged his shin against a wooden grate. He hissed an annoyed “shit” under his breath, wincing as he did.

A startled gasp came from the other side of the cellar, followed by a shattering noise like a dropped glass, and then hurried footsteps in the dark.

“Don’t move! Detroit police!” Connor yelled automatically, raising his gun at the figure as it fled toward the steps.

The figure raised its arm, the muzzle of a gun flashing at the same moment thunder filled the cellar. A jar of some kind of jam burst next to his head.

The android—had to be, a bright red circle was blazing from its temple—fired again, this time brushing so close it grazed Connor’s cheek, leaving a trail of fire behind.

The next shot, Connor knew it wouldn’t miss. His did. He depressed the trigger twice and missed both times, his aim shaky from adrenaline and the near brush with death.

This is it, he thought. This was how he was finally going to die. In some dirty old cellar to a fucking android.

Connor was shoved sideways as the gun went off a third time, the explosion not loud enough to mask the sound of a bullet hitting something soft. He hit the dirt floor hard, gasping as pain burst through his shoulder.

But he couldn’t get up, there was a weight on his chest, pressing him to the ground next to the staircase. The wooden steps acted as cover for the next bullets that fired overhead, chunks of debris raining down on them as the crazed android fired over and over.

Connor stared, dumbfounded, as the other android sat on top of him, shielding him with its body. His eyes went even wider when he caught sight of the dark hole in its shoulder, spreading dark liquid with every second.

“You’re hurt,” he breathed, remembering what that stuff was. Thirium. The android had taken a bullet for him.

It didn’t acknowledge him, instead it held out its hand and demanded in a firm tone, “Give me your gun.”

He blinked. Wondered if he’d hit his head.

“What? No, I’m not gonna give you my gun!”

“Con!” shouted a familiar voice from upstairs, laced with worry and fear.

“Don’t come down, Colin!” he cried back, panic in his throat.

If his brother got killed by this thing—

The CyberLife prototype grabbed the gun out of his hand, rose onto its knees, and fired between the wooden rails of the staircase.

Connor heard at least one of them hit the target, but the cry of anguish was not what he had been expected. It almost sounded like the victim’s android was in pain.

But that was impossible. What the hell was wrong with it?

“Connor, what the fuck!” Colin yelled from upstairs. At least he listened to Connor and hadn’t come down.

“The fucking android has a gun, so stay put!” He never imagined he’d be saying words like that one day. What a fucking mess. “It’s glitching out, or broken, or something!”

“…the CyberLife android?” Colin called back, confused.

“No, goddammit, the other one! The Ortiz android!”

“The what? Jesus Christ, are you serious—“

Connor flinched as several more gunshots rang out, but the CyberLife android, still straddling his hips like he was a piece of fucking furniture, fired back.

“Get off,” Connor hissed, trying to push the android away, but it was like trying to move a stubborn statue made of marble. “And give me back my gun!”

To his eternal surprise, it actually listened, turning the pistol around and handing it to him grip first. When he took his service weapon back, the android eased off of him, still remaining in a hunched crouch so it wouldn’t be in the line of fire.

“I need you to lay covering fire, Detective.” It spoke with unnatural calmness, the kind that only a machine could display, especially in the middle of a shootout.

“What? Why?”

The android tilted its head and eyed him with what looked suspiciously like annoyance.

“Because if we’re to understand what’s happening with these androids, we need to take one that’s still functional.”

Connor blinked rapidly and open his mouth, disbelief ringing through him.

“You’re going after it.”

“Yes,” it said, like that was a perfectly reasonable statement. “The risk should be minimal to your team. If I fail and am destroyed in the process, take down the deviant with whatever means you wish.”

“W-wait!”

Connor reached out his hand to grab the android by the sleeve of its jacket, but it had already moved, dashing between the open space between the stairs and the shelves.

Gunshots spurred Connor into action, and he braced against the staircase and fired repeatedly in the direction of the red LED. He tried not to hit it, but if he did, he certainly wasn’t going to cry about it. They should be riddling it full of bullet holes; it wasn’t just defective, it was murderous.

“Drop your weapon!” he yelled, hoping there was some shred of programming in its broken circuits that would make it obey a human. “You are firing on human police officers!”

To his surprise, it answered back.

“You’re gonna kill me! I know you wanna destroy me! Well, that’s not gonna happen, so stay back or I’ll—I’ll keep firing!”

Connor had never, in his entire life, heard an android sound like that before. Its voice shook with fear and its words were clipped and tight with panic.

“Put the gun down and come out with your hands up! We’re not going to kill you, but you have to give us something in return! A show of good faith!”

Connor wiped the sweat off his brow with the sleeve of his jacket. He didn’t know the first thing about talking down an android, but he did know how to deescalate a dangerous encounter with a person. Maybe this defective machine would act the same way.

“I don’t believe you!” the android shouted, on the verge of hysteria. “You’re gonna shoot me first chance you get!”

Connor frowned, frustrated. If this was a shootout with a human, the behavior of the suspect would be a strong indicator of an unstable individual, one who would snap at the slightest provocation. It was a situation where he would cut his losses and try to protect his officers as best he could.

But he only had to buy enough time for the prototype to make its move. Connor didn’t know what it was planning, but they had to subdue the android one way or another.

“I’m putting down my gun.”

He lowered it out of sight but didn’t otherwise release it.

“You’re lying!” the android accused immediately. “If you really mean it, kick it out to where I can see it!”

“I can’t do that,” Connor said softly. He wished he knew the thing’s name. He might have a chance of establishing a rapport if he did, but he’d never considered learning an android’s name to be a priority until now.

“Then I guess neither of us are leaving,” the android said, steel underlying his tone. “And an android can outlast a human.”

Fuck. It was right. If it came to a standoff, with helicopters and SWAT surrounding the house, they could be there for hours. Connor was trapped by his own doing, stuck under cover beside the staircase.

Connor was loath to admit it, but his best chance was the CyberLife android. And it could only succeed if Connor distracted the… the subject.

“All right. All right.” Connor took a hard swallow, unable to believe he as actually doing this. “I’m sliding out onto the floor. Then we can talk, okay?”

“Fine. Do it.”

Taking one last breath and hoping these next few seconds wouldn’t be his last, Connor released the grip of his pistol, put the weapon on the ground, and slid it across the floor. It skidded to a stop at the base of the stairs, out of reach.

“There,” Connor called out, a growing pit in his stomach. “No more gun.”

There was a shuffling noise, probably the android peeking out to see the weapon was in fact out of Connor’s reach.

“Why don’t we start small? Get to know each other?” Connor said, attempting a more pleasant tone than he’d used so far. “My name is Connor Anderson. What’s yours?”

“Carlos,” it said. The voice seemed steadier now. That was good. “My name is Carlos.”

“Okay, Carlos. I’m a detective with the DPD. Do you know why I’m here?”

Connor could have sworn the android sniffled.

“I didn’t… I didn’t do anything wrong.” It was timid, like a child being scolded by a parent. It would have been funny if it wasn’t so disturbing.

“I just want to ask you some questions, Carlos. Figure out what happened. Can you help me do that?” His tone was steady now, falling into a familiar rhythm. This is what Connor was good at, or at least, what he used to be good at.

“I…” The android trailed off, its voice softer. “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay, Carlos,” he said, repeating the name and wielding it as if they were long-time friends. Just two buddies having a chat. “We’ll get this whole situation sorted out. Everything is going to be all right, I promise.”

There was a shift in the atmosphere, or maybe it was trained instinct, but Connor knew he’d said the wrong thing.

“No. No no no no. You’re a liar! All humans are liars! I won’t let them take me!”

Connor heard heavy footfalls on padded dirt, and he looked around the edge of the staircase, heart leaping in his chest at the bright red LED and the shape of the android, far too close as it quickly shortened the distance.

The android took aim and Connor pulled back just as a shot went off, breaking off more of the wood. He backpedaled, scrabbling across the dirt and panicking when he couldn’t regain his feet fast enough.

He was going to die, fuck fuck fuck, he was going to fucking die—

The homicidal android ran around the corner and fell forward, slamming into the ground at Connor’s feet.

The CyberLife prototype pressed its knees into the Carlos’ back, pinning it to the ground.

It tried to raise its arm and angle it backwards to shoot, but the prototype grabbed its wrist and twisted in one smooth motion. The sound of plastic cracking filled the space, and the android gave a human-like cry.

The prototype savagely twisted the android’s hand to disarm it of its gun, and with cold and precise ruthlessness, it then plunged its fingers into the back of the Carlos’ neck.

The android screamed. Connor had never heard a human make a noise like that before. Like the noise a machine would make if it was burning from the inside, a horrifying screech of metal and fire.

It twisted its fingers and disconnected some kind of black cable, and with a crackling cry, the android went silent and still. Only a pulsing red LED ring told Connor that it was still functional.

Apparently satisfied with its work, the prototype rose to its feet and dusted its hands off on the front of its jeans.

Connor just stared at it, dumbstruck.

Smoothing down its tie and adjusting the front of its jacket, it yelled, “All clear, Lieutenant!”

The prototype then raised its head, cocked it to the side, and dragged its gaze over to settle on Connor. It looked him up and down, and Connor felt absurdly naked by the penetrating gaze.

“Are you unharmed, Detective?”

“I…”

Connor seemed to have lost his ability to speak, and thankfully, he didn’t have to. Footsteps thundered down the stairs as Colin, Ralph, and the rest of the DPD on site entered the cellar.

Colin gave a low whistle as he appraised the downed android, and then reached out a hand and helped Connor up from the dirt floor. Connor didn’t complain about the help, he wasn’t sure his shaky legs could have gotten him standing.

“Nice job, Con. I was about to call it in to the station. That plastic fuck really kill our victim?”

Connor opened his mouth, was about to correct Colin that the prototype had done most of the work, and then immediately felt foolish for wanting to give credit to a machine.

Instead, he said, “It would seem so.”

“You will have to take it down to the precinct to close your investigation, Lieutenant,” the prototype answered Connor’s brother. “I incapacitated the deviant, and it shouldn’t come back online until its neural cables have been reconnected.”

It adjusted the cuffs of its jacket, fidgeting in a way that was far too human. Who the fuck at CyberLife decided to give androids nervous tics?

Connor frowned. Now that he’d had a couple minutes to catch his breath and slow his racing brain, the full implication of murdering androids was hitting him.  He tilted his head at the YN800 model.

“What are you talking about? Doesn’t CyberLife want it back? Take it to their labs and study it, or whatever. Why don’t you go call them to clean up this mess?”

Colin was wondering the same thing judging by the mirrored frown on his face. Instead of obeying like a machine should, the prototype met his eye.

“Deviants are notoriously difficult to observe, even by CyberLife’s leading experts. If forcibly opened for diagnosis, their coding becomes unstable, corrupted, and they eventually shut down. If we wish to know more about the deviant’s motives,” it dropped its eyes to look at the machine in question, “then you’re going to have to question it like you would a human.”

Colin caught his eye, raising his brow in a look Connor could interpret as, Are you for fucking real with this thing?

Connor simply returned a shrug to say, Don’t ask me. I have no idea.

“CyberLife will, of course, cover whatever costs your investigation incurs,” the prototype continued, “as well as provide the DPD with additional resource as a token of the company’s gratitude.”

“Fine. Whatever. Hank can deal with the politics, seeing as he’s the one who let the clowns come to the circus.” Colin gave the prototype a scathing once-over. Without taking his eyes off the android, he barked, “Ralph, get some muscle to haul that thing to the ME’s van and load it in. But if it so much as twitches on the ride to the station, put a bullet in the back of its head.”

“Yes, sir,” the rookie responded, nervous and twitchy like a small animal as he rushed to obey his superior officer. “Right away.”

“Does that meet your approval, YN800?” Colin sneered, crossing his arms and flicking his gaze down to the model number on its jacket. His eyes didn’t stop there; they proceeded down its body, less dismissively and more lingering in obvious interest.

Connor’s stomach tightened in discomfort. He shouldn’t care one way or another; it was just a machine, even if it had saved Connor’s life.

Of course, Connor wouldn’t have gone down into the cellar alone and unprepared in the first place if it hadn’t gone off without telling him, so there was that.

The prototype didn’t seem to take offense, meeting Colin’s wandering eye with its own cool stare.

“CyberLife appreciates the DPD’s cooperation during the course of this investigation.”

“Guess that’s a yes.”

Colin gave the android a wink and Connor a smirk before leaving to coordinate the rest of the cleanup.

In a gesture that was ridiculous on an android, the prototype tightened the knot of its tie at the base of its throat. Without a word or a backwards glance at Connor, it ascended the staircase out of the cellar.

Finding himself now playing the part of the pathetic puppy, Connor followed close behind, not trusting it leaving his sight again.

Next Chapter

[solacekames]

Insurgent Supremacists – a new book about the U.S. far right By Matthew N Lyons |  Sunday, April 01, 2018 

My book Insurgent Supremacists: The U.S. Far Right’s Challenge to State and Empire is due out this May and is being published jointly by Kersplebedeb Publishing and PM Press. It draws on work that I’ve been doing over the past 10-15 years but also includes a lot of new material. In this post I want to highlight some of what’s distinctive about this book and how it relates to the three way fight approach to radical antifascism. I’ll focus here on three themes that run throughout the book: 1. Disloyalty to the state is a key dividing line within the U.S. right. For purposes of this book, I define the U.S. far right not in terms of a specific ideology, but rather as those political forces that (a) regard human inequality as natural, inevitable, or desirable and (b) reject the legitimacy of the established political system. That includes white nationalists who advocate replacing the United States with one or more racially defined “ethno-states.” But it also includes the hardline wing of the Christian right, which wants to replace secular forms of government with a full-blown theocracy; Patriot movement activists who reject the federal government’s legitimacy based on conspiracy theories and a kind of militant libertarianism; and some smaller ideological currents. Insurgent Supremacists argues that the modern far right defined in these terms has only emerged in the United States over the past half century, as a result of social and political upheavals associated with the 1960s, and that it represents a shift away from the right’s traditional role as defenders of the established order. The book explores how the various far right currents have developed and how they have interacted with each other and with the larger political landscape. I chose to frame the book in terms of “far right” rather than “fascism” for a couple of reasons. Discussions of fascism tend to get bogged down in definitional debates, because people have very strong—and very divided—opinions about what fascism means and what it includes. Insurgent Supremacists includes in-depth discussions of fascism as a theoretical and historical concept, but that’s not the book’s focus or overall framework. As a related point, most discussions of fascism focus on white nationalist forces and tend to exclude or ignore other right-wing currents such as Christian rightist forces, and I think it’s important to look at these different forces in relation to each other. For example, critics of the Patriot/militia movement often argue that its hostility to the federal government was derived from Posse Comitatus, a white supremacist and antisemitic organization that played a big role in the U.S. far right in the 1980s. That’s an important part of the story, but Patriot groups were also deeply influenced by hardline Christian rightists, who (quite independently from white nationalists) had for years been urging people to arm themselves and form militias to resist federal tyranny. We rarely hear about that. 2. The far right is ideologically complex and dynamic and belies common stereotypes. Many critics of the far right tend to assume that its ideology doesn’t amount to much more than crude bigotry, and if we identify a group as “Nazi” or as white supremacist, male supremacist, etc., that’s pretty much all we need to know. This is a dangerous assumption that doesn’t explain why far right groups are periodically able to mobilize significant support and wield influence far beyond their numbers. Yes, the far right has its share of stupid bigots, but unfortunately it also has its share of smart, creative people. We need to take far rightists’ beliefs and strategies seriously, study their internal debates, and look at how they’ve learned from past mistakes. Otherwise we’ll be fighting 21st-century battles with 1930s weapons. For example: because of the history of fascism in the 1930s and 40s, we tend to identify far right politics with glorification of the strong state and highly centralized political organizations. Some far rightists, such as the Lyndon LaRouche network, still hold to that approach, but most of them have actually abandoned it in favor of various kinds of political decentralism, from neonazis who call for “leaderless resistance” and want to carve regional white homelands out of the United States to “sovereign citizens” and county supremacists, from self-described National-Anarchists to Christian Reconstructionists who advocate a theocracy based on small-scale institutions such as local government, churches, and individual families. One of the lessons here is that opposing centralized authority isn’t necessarily liberatory at all, because repression and oppression can operate on a small scale just as well as on a large scale. This shift to political decentralism isn’t just empty rhetoric; it’s a genuine transformation of far right politics. I think it should be examined in relation to larger cultural, political, and economic developments, such as the global restructuring of industrial production and the wholesale privatization of governmental functions in the U.S. and elsewhere. We need to take far rightists’ beliefs and strategies seriously, study their internal debates, and look at how they’ve learned from past mistakes. Otherwise we’ll be fighting 21st-century battles with 1930s weapons. As another example of oversimplifying far right politics, it’s standard to describe far rightists as promoting heterosexual male dominance. While that’s certainly true in broad terms, it doesn’t really tell us very much. Insurgent Supremacists maps out several distinct forms of far right politics regarding gender and sexual identity and looks at how those have played out over time within the far right’s various branches. Most far rightists vilify homosexuality, but sections of the alt-right have advocated some degree of respect for male homosexuality, based on a kind of idealized male bonding among warriors, an approach that actually has deep roots in fascist political culture. In recent years the alt-right has promoted some of the most vicious misogyny and declared that women have no legitimate political role. But when the alt-right got started around 2010, it included men who argued that sexism and sexual harassment of women were weakening the movement by alienating half of its potential support base. This view echoed the quasi-feminist positions that several neonazi groups had been taking since the 1980s, such as the idea that Jews promoted women’s oppression as part of their effort to divide and subjugate the Aryan race. This may sound bizarre, but it’s a prime example of the far right’s capacity time and again to appropriate elements of leftist politics and harness them to its own supremacist agenda. 3. Fighting the far right and working to overthrow established systems of power are distinct but interconnected struggles. A third core element that sets Insurgent Supremacists apart is three way fight politics: the idea that the existing socio-economic-political order and the far right represent different kinds of threats—interconnected but distinct—and that the left needs to combat both of them. This challenges the assumption, recurrent among many leftists, that the far right is either unimportant or a ruling-class tool, and that it basically just wants to impose a more extreme version of the status quo. But three way fight politics also challenges the common liberal view that in the face of a rising far right threat we need to “defend democracy” and subordinate systemic change to a broad-based antifascism. Among other huge problems with this approach, if leftists throw our support behind the existing order we play directly into the hands of the far right, because we allow them to present themselves as the only real oppositional force, the only ones committed to real change. Insurgent Supremacists applies three way fight analysis in various ways. There’s a chapter on misuses of the charge of fascism since the 1930s, which looks at how some leftists and liberals have misapplied the fascist label either to authoritarian conservatism (such as McCarthyism or the George W. Bush administration) or to the existing political system as a whole. There’s a chapter about the far right’s relationship with Donald Trump—both his presidential campaign and his administration—which explores the complex and shifting interactions between rightist currents that want to overthrow or secede from the United States and rightist currents that don’t. During the campaign, most alt-rightists enthusiastically supported Trump not only for his attacks on immigrants and Muslims but also because he made establishment conservatives look like fools. But since the inauguration they’ve been deeply alienated by many of his policies, which largely follow a conservative script. Three way fight analysis also informs the book’s discussion of federal security forces’ changing relationships with right-wing vigilantes and paramilitary groups. These relations have run the gamut from active support for right-wing violence (most notoriously in Greensboro in 1979, when white supremacists gunned down communist anti-Klan protesters) to active suppression (as in 1984-88, when the FBI and other agencies arrested or shot members of half a dozen underground groups). This complex history belies arguments that we should look to the federal government to protect us against the far right, as well as simplistic claims that “the cops and the Klan go hand in hand.” Forces of the state may choose to co-opt right-wing paramilitaries or crack down on them, depending on the particular circumstances and what seems most useful to help them maintain social control. Insurgent Supremacists isn’t intended to be a comprehensive study of the U.S. far right. Rather, it’s an attempt to offer some fresh ideas about what these dangerous forces stand for, where they come from, and what roles they play in the larger political arena. Not just to help us understand them, but so we can fight them more effectively.

[lawlightfan42069]

1)this fandom turned to be disturbing yall only care about shinee sexual orientation and gender when its not of anyone's business. you spend all ur time on fighting over their personal matters instead of enjoying their music and what they give us. both sides acting like what they say is confirmed facts nd when one of shinee say random names or look at someone you act like they want to have sex with them nd yall act that the only attraction is sexual or romantic

2)the side that gets angry of the possibility that shinee are queer is homophobic nd not all idols has to be cis. the side that gets angry at the possibility that shinee might be like girls is weird coz we don't know these idols in real life no matter what they say or share with us

3) as an pan-aro nd part of lgbt its lowkey skeevy for me that shawols are painting shinee as lgbt icons when they only did basic decent things but in no way they r lgbt icons. yall literally could be calling a hetero guys an lgbt icons. I get wanting to connect more with them nd wanting representation but its not like this. actual lgbt people get killed nd a lots of lgbt people are fighting for our rights with little support bc we r looking in representation somewhere else we r not sure about

4) and please don't start with the closet talk bc I know how dangerous for an idol to come out but the idols u think they r queer might not be queer in the first place and if they were we have no right to want to them out too, at the end we don't know their sexualities. what am I saying is both opinions should be treated as headcanons not as confirmed facts nd this whole issue shouldn't have got that big. also neurodivergent idols headcanons should be respected too

tbh i dont even know what ur..trying 2 say by this?? i dont understand how youre like Yeah, Headcanons! but when ppl talk about headcanons ur like no...i didnt mean it like that... i mean it honestly baffles me how you reconcile these two things. if u respect ppls abilities to have headcanons youve also got to accept ppls ability to Talk about them as headcanons?? getting in discussions w ppl who say every idol Must be straight or cis isnt fighting w someone over shinees orientations Specifically, its fighting against the bigotry involved in this line of thinking. arguing w ppl who say “___ Msut be cishet” is not saying “_____ must not be cishet” its saying to question what motivates ppl to say the first thing. its not really About shinee exclusively bc its applicable to every single idol, and tbh every single person. its a discussion larger than any one particular person. i think this is an aspect that a lot of ppl miss.  

also i truly dont know when ive ever acted like attraction can only be sexual or romantic bc i rly have not. talking about how queer idols Exist is not demanding idols be out. its acknowledging a reality that is hardly ever acknowledged. like. ignoring queerphobia is Not whats going to make it easier for idols to come out, discussing how queerphobia manifests in the idol industry is what will. 

it really tires me when ppl pull out the U Spend All Ur Time Doing This, we’re all here for the music!! enough of that!! because while thats true, we all did become connected through shinee through music, a part of being an Active participant in fandom for many ppl is also like...talking about stuff besides their music. we’re here for their music but the Reason ppl blog about them and do shit like make gifs or edits or fics or what have u is bc they also care about the members themselves. their music is a given. i also like mamamoos music a whole ton, but i dont have a blog dedicated 2 mamamoo bc i am not As invested in the band members as i am in shinee. which isnt to say that every stan has to get involved w this specific discourse or even discourse in general, just that stans often Do get involved w non-musicy things in the process of stanning.

why is it that only queer headcanons are policed to this level...why is it only queer headcanons are met w Listen To Their Music Instead ! instead of the numerous other things ppl involved in fandom do that dont directly relate to their music. why dont u tell gif makers that theyre Too Obssesed w shinees faces and to go listen to their music instead. ppl do shit like “boyfriend imagines” for shinee which are 1000% unrelated to their music and tbh effectively function as Headcanons except youll never see ppl respond to that with Go Listen To Their Music Instead! while its not always (although it. often is lmfao) explicitly said, a lot of bf imagines are implicitly cishet and i feel like this is undoubtedly why those are accepted w/o word. bc ppl find being cishet ‘more polite’ and ‘less intrusive.’ when u make being queer a taboo to talk about (whilst simultaneously accepting anyone that talks about being cishet) u are basically saying that it is more acceptable to be cishet, while being queer is something that ought to be kept private. if ur truly adamant that this is about not spending enough time enjoying shinees music, then id like 2 see u come at every single other thing in fandom that has nothing to do w music. every time you see someone say “hey jonghyun would make a great bf” remind that person they shldnt care about something like that and shld instead be supporting shinees music. in any case, you ought to examine what makes u think that someone being queer is taboo to speak of while not rallying against statements like ‘he would be a great bf 2 his girlfriend.’

anyway i agree that ultimately what people are doing is making. headcanons. ive always agreed w this fact? this is a thing i continually say?? its why im not out there to Objectively Prove that jonghyun is gay or bi or whatever. the reason people respond to statements like ‘no jonghyun is not gay hes a straightie hetero’ with ‘no ur wrong’ bc the first statement is one that is Constantly enforced by society and it just functions as a way 2 shut down queer voices and reassert the heterosexual default present Everywhere. society treats straight as the absolute default. this is why straight “Headcanons” arent treated as well lmao... headcanons. theres rly no reason for anyone out there 2 headcanon something as straight?? when its the Assumed Sexuality in every situation?? tbh the only reason ppl are interested in doing that is Denying that idols might not be straight. doing this when ppl are Forced 2 be straight is gross. theres a difference between queer ppl saying Hey, remember not all idols are straight so lets talk about that and straight ppl being all No! ur wrong! he cant be anything but straight so shut up! these two things are coming from different perspectives. 

like. imagine a pie being sliced up. historically, a 100% of this pie has been given to straight people. when queer ppl speak up, theyre trying to take some of their fair share of this pie. saying Hey, queer ppl exist!! is trying to section urself out a piece of the pie when youve been given none. someone saying Nope!! theyre all definitely straight is stealing back the measly slices someone has Actively Fought to obtain and attempting to perpetuate this imbalance. 

im not rly here for ppl painting shinee as lgbt icons. ive expressed how annoying i find statements like ‘king of the gays’ or whatever to be. but also just. saying that anyone in shinee might be lgbtq is not painting them as an lgbtq icon?? its just stating a fact?? esp since a lot of the King of The Gays ! stuff seems to come from ppl who position him as a Amazing Cishet Ally so. idek buddy i feel like youve got to further think through some of your positions bc some seem to be in direct conflict with others. 

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Earth to Mayor Pete: Mike Pence Doesn’t Care if You’re Gay

We’re beginning to suspect that the only reason South Bend, Indiana mayor Pete Buttigieg keeps picking an ethical fight with Vice President Mike Pence is that he’s trying to let all the “woke” liberal voters out there know that he’s gay. Because there’s literally no other sense to be made of it. Then again, the LGBT community has made Pence an avatar of gay-hating bigotry since the whole Indiana religious freedom thing a few years ago, so maybe Mayor Pete is just joining the crusade.

What’s odd is that, back when he was in Indiana office with Pence from 2013 to 2017, Buttigieg never made any mention of Pence hating him or trying to convert him out of his gayness. But now that he’s running for president, Mayor Pete has apparently decided that Pence is the worst person in the world. Weird.

“If me being gay was a choice, it was a choice that was made far, far above my pay grade,” Buttigieg said Sunday. “And that’s the thing I wish the Mike Pences of the world would understand. That if you got a problem with who I am, your problem is not with me — your quarrel, sir, is with my creator.”

We’re sure that line got plenty of riotous applause from the LGBT activists he was talking to, but there’s no reason to believe that Mike Pence has a “problem” with Pete Buttigieg’s sexuality. Pence is an evangelical Christian, and it stands to reason that he probably views homosexual behavior as a sin. As far as we know, though, that’s not part of the public record. It’s not even a particularly strong aspect of the public record that Pence is against legalized gay marriage, although it is certain that he is.

What IS on the record is that Pence believes that Christian bakers should be able to refuse to participate in a gay wedding and that T-shirt makers should not be forced to endorse a message they don’t believe in. If Buttigieg has a “problem” with that, he should take it up with the First Amendment.

How did Pence react when Mayor Pete came out of the closet in 2015? Why, with these chilling words: “I hold Mayor Buttigieg in the highest personal regard. I see him as a dedicated public servant and a patriot.”

How about that. It really doesn’t sound like the guy has a “problem” with Pete Buttigieg at all. Maybe some reporter should ask the mayor why he believes that to be the case? Or if, hear us out now, he’s actually just using this as an excuse to aggrandize himself with the LGBT community…and take shots at Pence’s religious beliefs along the way.

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