#janitress

[thelesbianpoirot]

All of you who want to be stay at home wives and have no employment history need to watch MAID on Netflix. It is mainly about escaping abuse in a heterosexual relationships, but it says a lot about surviving as a poor woman in the world, and it is American (sigh) but I think it also translates to other countries. I relate and I never dated men or have a child but I have scraped for cash a lot. I was a janitress, a nanny, I packed boxes at a warehouse and was a bus boy, I slept on so many friends' couches and in an airport because (it is clean and they won't kick you out if you are clean, and have luggage, and it is big enough that they won't recognize you've slept there for a few days). I speak from experience when I say this generation of women glorifying being financially dependent makes me sick to my stomach. You don't need to be a girlboss productivity junky, I hate work, I bitch about work on here every week, and would love to make art and maintain a house all day, but I know better than to be a vulnerable woman in a world that eats vulnerable women alive.

[nqueso-emergency]

Are you excited as well for the other shows opening this month?

I kinda am interested in High Potential (janitress-turned-investigator), and of course, the last season (TT_TT) of 9-1-1 Lone Star.

AHHHH no i am so excited for High Potential!!!! It looks so good!!

I actually need to rewatch LS because it's been a while!!

I'm one of those people that I'm really stubborn when it comes to starting new shows. I would rather rewatch my same comfort shows over and over again 🤣

[hellosweetart]

Regarding your hot spring ask, is the peeping Tom a girl? Cuz I think of a couple of funny ways this can go down.

So the peeping Tom wanted to check the men’s hot spring when suddenly she was cockblocked by Anastacha (no kids were allowed in the hot spring so she had to sit out)

Anastacha: what’re you doing in the men’s hot spring? Are you spying on them or whatever? And why are you looking at my dad’s butt or whatever?

And even if the peeping Tom succeeded in getting a good glimpse of guys naked, they’d still get caught. And all the men would throw towels, wash buckets, soap whatever they can find to chase her out.

Francis and Robertsky: *shrieks like a girl when they found the pervert*

Afton: we have a pervert on the loose!

Angus: get her!

*all the guys throw their stuff at the peeping Tom*

Francis: get out of here you perv!

Hahahah yeah peeping Tom is a girl and let's call her Peeping Tam.

Peeping Tam has been having a crush on Izaack Gauss who lives in a huge apartment building just near her office. She heard from her "secret spy" that the reporter and his apartment friends are going to have a great relaxing time on a luxurious hot spring resort. Not wasting the opportunity, she stalked them and had to sneak inside carefully to avoid any suspicion. One bratty kid with pigtails is blocking her way though.

"Uhm, this is MEN's area? What you are like, doing here, or whatever?"

"I'm a janitress" Tam said monotously. Hopefully, her disguised uniform is effective.

"Don'cha have like, an assigned schedule to clean up? Cuz, my Dad and his friends are there..." The girl made a sassy look, much to the peeper's annoyance.

'.... this little brat.' Tam thought

"Oh, you are right. I must have overlooked. im gonna leave..."

Now she has to think another route to get a glimpse of her crush.

Luckily, she found a hidden way to sneak peek into the men's resort. And boy oh boy what great joy she experienced that aside from Izaack, she's able to witness the other young men's bare glory. "What a bonus!" She thought. She didn't expect that the milkman, the pilot, and the other men are so attractive to look at. Sure they have some imperfections on their bodies, like fat, or scars but she doesn't care! Its the best day of her life.

But its shortlived when she got caught.

"GET THAT PERVERT!"

(this may sound funny in fiction but don't do this in real life, its creepy 😶‍🌫️)

[femgoddess-hecate]

The female version of Janitor, Janitress is well used where I am from (The english speaking caribbean), Mainly women do the cleaning in school building, offices and restaurants. We call then Janitresses unless they work in hotels and homes, then they are called maids. It is a real word! I was shocked to learn men do cleaning jobs in America and Canada.

Hey! Thank you for letting me know :3 I'm from canada and I've never come across the term

Def didn't wanna come across as accusatory (i just though what a cool word and it would be interesting if you had invented it lol)

Thanks for the info!!

[xxxai]

hirap pa ako makipag kaibigan kasi I'm super shy, super shy 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 first time ata na nag person mob ako makipag kaibigan eh yung grade 11? late na yun si ate dumating sa school, ano sya! janitress sa school, yes, mas matanda sha sa amin. Hindi nya kasi alam gagawin that time 😓 kaya nag lakas loob talaga akong kausapin sya BWHAHAHAHAHA yun simula?? medj may tampo ako riyan kay ate BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA Kasi before diba, kami talaga yung sobrang close sa room. sabay kami Kumain tapos lagi magkasama. bonus pa na tuwing may bigayan ng uniform eh lagi talaga akong naaasikaso dahil sa kanya BGAHAHAHAHAHA medj nag tampo lang ako kasi before! nung birthday nya. wala ako pera non, pero may baon ako hihi Yun Yung pinangbili ko ng regalo for her kahit na 10pesos na lang ata na tira sakin HAHAHAHAHAHAH binilhan ko sha chocolate tapos nakalimutan ko na yung isa pa 😭 basta yon. tapos yung binigay ko sa kanya yon ang sabi nya "eto lang?" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 medj na saktan ako non kasi medj seryoso or feeling ko lang yon??? tapos pinabayaan ko na lang BHAHAHAHAHAHAHA kahit medj na hurt Ako. tapos nung birthday khu 😁 Wala syang regalo. hoy! okay lang ah?!?! binati nya naman me. Ang nakakatampo lang eh kasi nabigyan nya regalo yung Isa naming cm na hindi nya naman close??? 😓👊 nakakatampo lang noh. pero may nag regalo sakin noon BWHAHAHAH tapos yung hindi ko pa talaga syadong close?!?!? ka grupo ko kasi before yon sa pr1 at kompan kaya medj madami na kami interactions. tapos sobrang na appreciate ko yon before kasi may meaning din yung regalo nya 😭 na pili nya raw yung UNO flip kasi yung name ko is ISSA 🤣👊 Ang witty! ingat na ingat ako roon before 😭 na wala ko kasi ata yon nung nag inuman kami! ginamit namin 😭 pero alam ko nandon lang yon sa kwarto ng pinsan khu! mayaman din kasi yan si kuya clint! pls lang, nag aral sya ulit kasi nag aral yung kapatid nya 😭 niyaya lang daw sya BWHAHAHAHAHAH mayaman yan sha! stock market 🤑 na alala ko tuloy sya 😓 nangangamusta yan last month tapos hindi ko nireplyan 😓 wala na akong kinakausap na cm ko before hehehe lahat wala. cut off lahat 😓 kahit Yung pinaka close ko simula high school? wala. kahit yung pinaka close ko before sa high school na squad (lahat kami hindi straight!) eh nag memessage pa rin sakin 😓 nirereplyan ko minsan. sa aming mag pipinsan, me lang ang wala talagang kaibigan 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Yung pangalawa sa bunso saming mag pipinsan?!?! Yung 18th birthday sa may 26?!?! nakahanap na rin sha kaibigan. akhu e2! patatas pa rin 🤣🤣🤣🤣 pinsan ko? bff khu 🤣🤣🤣 kaya ang sad lang isipin na dahil lang sa lalaki eh may na bawas samin 🥲🥲🥲🥲 yung pinaka matanda! hays, nakakainis! naiinis ako tuwing naaalala ko pinagawayan nila. kabanas.

[riecurrents]

THROUGH THE CRACKS | CHAPTER 2

HA EUNBYEOL x JOO SEOKKYUNG

SYNOPSIS: Two wounded souls, bound and haunted by their past mistakes, meet again while embarking on a journey of remolding and forgiveness. How do they make each other realize that correcting their mistakes also involves the need to forgive themselves? Read on AO3

TAGS: post-canon, hurt/comfort, feel-good, slow burn, eventual romance, mental health issues (mostly on eunbyeol's part), trauma, angst, fluff, cohabitation, additional tags to come

READ CHAPTER 1 HERE

Since then, Eunbyeol and Seokkyung have stayed in contact. They have lots to talk about this time, after all.

“Giving me a daffodil to earn my forgiveness? What a fool, you think I’m that easy?” “Come on, the florist plucked it out for me with lots of love!” “She might as well give you money then! Money is the greatest form of love!” “Shut that, Joo Seokkyung! You sound like an evil man wanting to take over mankind out of money.” “You mean like my father?” “Oh god, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—” and all shenanigans Seokkyung says to tease Eunbyeol of her so-called seeking forgiveness agenda.

Deep inside, Seokkyung knows more than anyone that Eunbyeol owes her nothing. There’s nothing that Seokkyung needs to forgive Eunbyeol for because all the things she had done were not just her fault. The bullying? The two of them instigated it with their own free will. Her mother’s death? Eunbyeol was merely shackled by Cheon Seojin. If that were her mom, she would’ve done worse. She knows it herself. 

“I’ve been taking a walk around the church compound, something I’ve never done since I got there.”

“Wow, you’re a hermit in the making,” Seokkyung fakes a gasp. “What made you touch grass then?”

“Well, you said you’re trying to find more side jobs. So I went through asking around if there’s one available,” then Eunbyeol enthusiastically hands her a couple of crumpled pamphlets. “And I’ve seen these plastered at the post lights.” Then she proceeds to scatter the postings one by one in front of the befuddled Seokkyung. “Waitress, homeschool tutor, and, uh… Janitress at the Mookwon building—but I hope you don’t accept this because I visited that place after seeing the job posting. It’s so big you might end up straining your body.”

“You must be kidding me,” Seokkyung’s mouth hangs open and it’s all she has managed to say.

“O-oh, why?” And now Eunbyeol seems flustered. “Did I go too far? I’m sorr—”

“I forgive you for your sins,” Seokkyung cuts her off, nodding, still wide-eyed at the pamphlets she’s reading one by one this time around. “Who knows you could be an angel if you tried?”

“Oh stop, you!” Eunbyeol reddens. For some reason, she still couldn’t get used to Seokkyung’s sharp mouth. If she had the gall to point it out, she wants the girl to stop being snarky and teasing all the time. It never fails to fluster her! “A-anyway, I didn’t do that for free, okay? You promised me you’d visit the church someday.”

“Oh…” Seokkyung seems to have totally forgotten about it, making Eunbyeol’s pout more apparent. “Heh, just kidding! Didn’t I tell you I’d do that in exchange for you visiting my class one of these days? Look at you being here at my table! Seriously, you don’t need to do this much for me.”

Eunbyeol could only smile. Well, she seems like she'd gone too far after all. It’s just that the thought of Seokkyung working near her residence fills her with warmth for some reason. Maybe Seokkyung’s right that fateful day they met at the cafe. Maybe she really has no friends to hang out with.

“But I’ll be sure to check these out,” Seokkyung beams at her, that bunny-like smile brightening Eunbyeol’s features. “I’ll pay you back with this effort one of these days, okay?”

There’s no need, really. Eunbyeol thinks to herself. Her presence is more than enough to keep her at ease. Who would’ve thought? The past Eunbyeol could never imagine clinging to Seokkyung subtly this way.

Seokkyung’s class comes, but not before she tours Eunbyeol all over the school first. The tiny art school was far from the grandeur of Cheong-Ah, but Seokkyung seems surprisingly at home in it. Watching her in action—pointing here and there, scolding running children in the hallway, glaring at the couple doing a public display of affection at a secluded spot, among others—is actually entertaining.

Now, Eunbyeol is seated at the back of the room, watching Seokkyung conduct the students. They abruptly halt when Seokkyung hisses sharply, immediately intimidated by the short gesture.

“Alright, kids, that was…” Seokkyung’s eyes narrow, taking a long, dramatic pause, then sighs. “Utterly despicable. Are you guys listening to yourselves? You can't be serious!” she groans, disappointment palpable.

Eunbyeol shakes her head in dismay all the while stifling her laugh. What a temper this teacher has. She just knows the students talk about her badly after class.

“But! Thank me because I’m your ever-so-passionate teacher and I’m sooo thrilled to watch you improve from sick frogs into actual loving singers!” The shift in demeanor made the students flinch. Some things never change, Eunbyeol could only say to herself. “Here’s my friend who used to be one of the pioneers in Cheong Ah Arts, Ha Eunbyeol! Come on, Eunbyeol, give them a piece.”

The students start whispering to each other upon hearing the familiar name. Eunbyeol hears them mentioning Cheon Seojin at one point while she makes her way to the front of the room—not that it surprised her, it’s indeed a controversial name known by aspiring singers and the like. That’s why Eunbyeol is so thankful Seokkyung didn’t introduce her as the then primadonna’s child. It’s as though she understands what it takes to separate oneself from a parent who has been your extension for so long.

Seokkyung doesn’t need to hush them to acquire silence, because as soon as Eunbyeol starts singing, all of them are quickly in awe. Well, Seokkyung isn’t excluded from the charm of her voice. Not only has it been a very long time since Eunbyeol sang in front of her, but she's also singing a song that has been the trademark of Bae Rona, Lascia ch'io pianga.

Rona, the girl whom Eunbyeol had deeply wronged.

Let me weep my cruel fate,

Seokkyung can only watch in silence. Eunbyeol sounds different than her usual strong croons. There’s a charming lilt to her voice, one more liberated contrary to the then Eunbyeol onstage guided by the then primadonna.

So that I may sigh at my lost freedom.

Seokkyung could notice the limitations brought by the slash Eunbyeol had inflicted on her own neck that fateful day in the trial court, but it never made it less beautiful. It lacks the pressure, the conscious gazing, the anxiety lurking underneath the big smile as she hits a falsetto.

Let me weep my cruel fate, so that I may sigh at my lost freedom.

If one would squint, unaware of the facet of whatever Eunbyeol is trying to reclaim, they would see it clearly while she sings. When Seokkyung heard Rona sing it at the big stadium for the first time, she wept, remembering all that’s lost and those they’re trying to live on. If not for her students watching right now, she would’ve cried too. But this time with Eunbyeol, she chooses to smile—proudly so—for the kindness crooning out of Eunbyeol’s once shattered and rotten heart.

Grief may shatter the bonds of my sufferings out of pity alone

Eunbyeol has already come so far, maybe even farther than Seokkyung could ever go—she knows it herself. If there’s someone in this sinful world who would deserve most redemption and forgiveness—as much as she wants it to be her—it would be no other than the girl singing in front of her. Eunbyeol whom she thinks never got the privilege of a mom as kind as Suryeon’s, and yet is trying her best to live with it and atone for being Seojin’s daughter.

She owns herself the same way she owns her and her mother’s sin.

And not everyone in this world could go that far.

Seokkyung hid her face from the students to wipe a tear.

When the students are dismissed and Seokkyung busies herself fixing the chairs, Eunbyeol approaches with a teasing glint in her eyes. “So, how was it? Not so pioneer Cheong-Ah student now, am I?”

Seokkyung looks at her, eyebrows arched. “Who would’ve known Ha Eunbyeol’s most captivating performance would not be onstage, but in a measly classroom five times smaller than Cheong Ah’s? Not so pioneer indeed, how are you hide that from the school that brought you up?!”

Eunbyeol’s laugh echoes all over the room, pleasuring Seokkyung’s ear unknowingly. “But speak of, I pity your kids! My goodness, Seokkyung, don’t you think that was a bit harsh? They’re not from Cheong-Ah.”

Seokkyung rolls her eyes, arms crossed. “Come on, they deserve it! Have you ever heard them sing? If that performance were an audition, they wouldn’t even make it into a karaoke bar!”

Eunbyeol tsks, shaking her head. “Maybe have a little patience? You know, encouragement goes a long way. Not every student can be scolded into greatness like we were back then.”

“Oh, believe me, I’ve tried encouragement,” Seokkyung lets out an exasperated sigh. “They need something stronger—like divine intervention.” But her expression softens just a bit when her gaze lands at Eunbyeol. “Oh well, you should’ve seen their faces when you sang for them—they looked positively hopeless.”

At this, Eunbyeol’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. She looks down, fumbling with the strap of her bag. If this remark comes from someone like Seokkyung, it is indeed praise worth noting. It makes it even harder for her to believe. She touches the scar on her neck, the very scar that has ruined her singing for good. “You’re… being nice. You don’t have to say that just because we’re friends.”

But then, Seokkyung seems to know that for a fact. She raises an eyebrow, her gaze unwavering as she snarks, “Haven’t you figured out that I don’t sugarcoat things?”

And so the latter could only smile shyly, the compliment settling in her chest like a pleasant warmth. Her elderly choirmates have always praised her, but now, for some reason, it sounds different with Seokkyung. This time, her praises are holding weight, something about it that makes her feel flustered in a way she couldn’t quite explain.

Actually, the fluster has been happening more often than she cares to admit.

“Alright, alright,” Eunbyeol manages to say, clearing her throat as she gathers herself. “Well, I’m flattered… I think.” Then a small laugh follows suit as she looks away. “But you could still go a little easier on them. I’m sure they’re doing their best.”

Seokkyung rolls her eyes, a glimmer of playful mischief in it. After all, lately, she seems to have a hard time denying Eunbyeol. “Fine, fine. I’ll try to be nicer. Just don’t expect me to start handing out hugs and compliments every time they sing in tune.”

“Oh god. Wouldn’t want you to break character, don’t worry.” The latter shudders at the thought of it, though it doesn’t seem that bad if Eunbyeol thinks about it. “I think they’d be too scared if you suddenly got all sweet on them.”

The warmth lingers for the rest of the afternoon especially whenever she thinks of Seokkyung’s words. Her honesty—although unfiltered most of the time—makes Eunbyeol admire her in a manner she hasn’t felt before, not in a long time at least. They part ways when evening comes, leaving Eunbyeol with a bubbling warmth in her chest.

Much to her oblivion, however, Seokkyung would feel the exact way weeks after, when she finally visits Eunbyeol’s choir practice.

At first, she finds herself sitting at the back of the church, croons of the elderly voices surrounding her as they rehearse. Eunbyeol seems to lead them, completely in her element, voice soft but commanding, as though she was born to do just that—to nurture the singing voices of people whose caliber might never even meet hers. Seokkyung watches, in awe, as she witnesses a Cheon Seojin if she instead became a teacher more passionate and gentler, merely smiling and chuckling at the mistakes her students commit, and having them really hung on to her every instruction. She can't tear her eyes away from Eunbyeol as she gently corrects the altos and nods in approval whenever her sopranos hit the right note. Eunbyeol is loved here, respected, and it’s clear she deserves it after everything she has gone through.

As much as Seokkyung doesn’t want to admit, this way of teaching bears fruit at the end of the practice because they have sung surprisingly well. A bunch of amateurs have managed to tickle Seokkyung’s ears, all because of Eunbyeol’s gentle teaching. What a day worth noting.

But most importantly, she’s afraid Eunbyeol might be wrong. These people are more than just choir members or friends as she claims so—they are like family to her, doting on her with affection that reminded Seokkyung of a time long past, a time when things were simpler when Eunbyeol was just a snarky little teenager who lives off people’s praises.

“Seokkyung!” Eunbyeol calls her out in surprise, her yelp snapping her back from the ponders. Seems like she had spotted Seokkyung in the back corner where she’d been sitting silently for the last hour, and now Eunbyeol’s face is full of worry. “How long have you been here?”

Seokkyung looks up, startled. She hadn’t realized how much time had passed, the last few hours seemingly vanishing like sand through her fingers. When she glanced around, she could see the evening light fading outside, and to her surprise, it was already past dinner time. She never expected to just sit there throughout the whole practice. Hell, she was supposed to introduce herself to Eunbyeol’s choirmates! But there’s something about the atmosphere that made her forget the ticking clock and the encroaching worries of her own feelings. 

“Oh, I just got here,” she lies, not wanting to admit she’d been sitting there far longer than she intended. “You’re busy. I didn’t want to interrupt your practice.”

Eunbyeol, still frowning, doesn’t seem convinced, but since Seokkyung looks out of it, she just softly nudges. “You must be starving then. Come on, let’s go grab dinner. You’re gonna come back here next practice and I’m gonna introduce you to them, okay?”

At dinner, they settle into a quiet corner of a small, local restaurant, with the warm scent of kimchi filling the air. Seokkyung took a sip of water before saying the thing on her mind while observing the girl. “Your choir mates seem... really kind.” 

Eunbyeol’s face lights up. “They are! They’re doting in a manner that could be quite concerning, but I like it more than I can imagine. Sometimes I feel like I’m their honorary child.” Then all of a sudden, she sounds and looks like a kid all giddy and nice with her storytelling, her voice full of warmth. “ They always ask about me, make sure I’m okay... especially the mothers. Did I mention the time when I wasn’t in the mood to eat until one of them pulled out a huge casserole of seaweed soup for everyone to share? They did it just to fill my stomach because they don’t want to see me losing weight!”

Seokkyung laughs, the sound surprisingly light. “I can see why you enjoy it here. You’re the baby of the group now, huh?”

“I love it!” Eunbyeol grins, a little sheepish. “They worry about me a lot, but... it’s kind of nice. To have people worry about someone like me, as much as I don’t deserve it.”

Seokkyung almost counters her statement quickly, but then she realizes it’s not the time for that. Not yet. “Must be nice. You seem to be equally worried about them. Doing your best to improve their singing and all that.” She stares down at her food, unsure why she suddenly feels a pang of something unfamiliar in her chest.

“Next time you come, I’ll introduce you to them! They’ve been asking about you too, you know.” Eunbyeol says enthusiastically. “They’re all curious why I’ve been hanging out with a teacher from the small art school. They think it’s adorable that I have someone my age to talk to.”

Seokkyung can’t help but laugh at the thought. “They want to set me up with someone, huh?”

“No!” Eunbyeol chuckles, shaking her head. “It’s not like that. I’d be mad if they do that.”

"Well, next time we will. I’ll have to check my schedule though. I’ve been so busy that I barely have time for anything else. The school’s been quite... well, difficult.”

Eunbyeol leans forward, concern flashing in her eyes. “What happened?”

“One of my part-time jobs didn’t pay me on time. It made me miss my rent. I’m trying to make up for it, but now the landlord’s really pushing me. I have to find a way to come up with the rent soon, really.”

Eunbyeol’s expression falters, her heart aching for Seokkyung. “You should ask Seokhoon for help. He’s doing well now, right? A successful pianist and all...”

But then, mentioning Seokhoon abruptly brings a pang of guilt in Eunbyeol’s chest. The last time she saw him, he had been nothing but kind to her. He’s the only one who had visited her at the hospital to thank her for what she had done, and to apologize for what happened to her Mom.

And Bae Rona, the person she’s been trying to rid of her head for so long.

She hadn’t seen them in years, but the thought of their successful lives made her feel like an outsider. She hurt them both so much back then, and she still feels the weight of her sins.

What cuts her ruminations off is Seokkyung shaking her head vehemently. “No! I’d rather die than ask him for help. He’s... he’s not someone I can depend on, not after everything.”

Eunbyeol falls silent. What a stubborn girl, she almost chuckles. She could see the deep pride in Seokkyung, the same pride that had driven her to such extremes in the past. It’s clear that no matter how much Seokkyung is struggling, she would rather endure it all than seek help from the people who love her.

“That’s going to kill you one day.”

Seokkyung scoffs, her eyes bitter. “Maybe it should. It’s what I deserve.”

There, Eunbyeol is rendered into silence. Seems like she’s not the only one who deems so lowly of herself. The things she had done, the people she had hurt, all that darkness still lingered in her, clouding her self-worth.

Eunbyeol bites her lip, thinking for a moment before she blurts out an unexpected offer.

“Live with me, then.”

“W-what?”

“It’s hard managing the house all on my own. It gets lonely, you know,” Eunbyeol continues, her voice more confident now. “My dad’s old place has an extra room. We don’t have to worry about rent—it’s part of a small complex he owned and rented for others before he passed away.”

Seokkyung stares at her, speechless for a long moment. “But... I can’t repay you immediately.”

Eunbyeol smiles softly, gaze steady. “In exchange, help me find a pet. That place has always been so empty since I moved in. I think a cat would bring life to it, no? How about a dog? The thought of someone waiting for me at home kind of excites me!”

Seokkyung hesitates, her mind spinning. The offer seems too good to be true. She had been downplaying the situation with her landlord, but now it seemed like this might be the lifeline she needed.

Finally, she nods meekly, so unlikely of the prideful Joo Seokkyung. “O-okay. I’ll think about it.”

They share a quiet moment sitting across from each other, both tentative yet hopeful. They both have their burdens, but for the first time in a long time, they’re not carrying them alone.

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Be Who You are, Pee Freely

It has been a long fight of the local queer community to have an all-gender restroom for them to use without being subjected to discriminatory instances wherein the restroom fitting their biological gender is not appropriate to their gender identity and expression, making not only them uncomfortable but also to other people using the restroom.

The conversation of this issue sparked way back in 2019 when a transwoman, Gretchen Custodio Diaz, was arrested in Quezon City for filming inside a female restroom, confronting a janitress who restricted her to enter the female restroom. Gretchen Custodio Diaz’s case demanded for a legislative action to recognize transgender people as their gender identity or even let them use the restrooms appropriate to their gender identity.

Arguably, Adamson University’s Student Handbook for college students is restrictive to the student’s gender identity and expression – Haircut policy and prohibits the use of makeup for male students. Adamson University is a catholic institution but that does not exempt them from being progressive and respecting the individual decisions of the students.

As a queer student, I always find myself feeling uncomfortable using the male restroom because of the looks I get when other people are using the restroom and they see that I wear makeup and yet I use the male restroom. I feel helpless whenever I use the male restroom – if there’s another restroom that I could use, I would choose not to use the male restroom.

Fortunately, The local government unit of Manila issued the City Ordinance No. 8695 or the Manila LGBTQIA+ Protection Ordinance of 2020, requiring all establishments in Manila to have an all-gender or gender-neutral restrooms.

Adamson’s move to add all-gender restrooms throughout the campus in Saint Therese (ST) building, Cardinal Santos (CS) building, and multiple in the Carlos Tiu (CT) building is such a gust of fresh breeze contrasting the conservative nature of the administration.

It’s a step closer to the goal. What was an impossible thing a decade ago – seems so possible and achievable now. But, this does not overshadow the fact that Adamson as an institution lacks gender sensitivity for queer students and it makes the institution an unattractive choice because it lacks inclusivity in terms of administrative actions – it’s incomparable to the inclusivity of other universities.

Written by: Neil Carolino

Pubmat by: Cathleen Jasmine Marfil

[16woodsequ]

More Selkie Steve please!

Thank you! It's been hard to write this week but I'm hoping answering these asks helps out!

Snippet:

Franky had always managed to keep Joe in the booze, pounding on their door, sometimes late at night, to coax Joe out to some speakeasy or another before returning him slobbering drunk in the wee hours of the morning. Steve glares at the building in memory of those nights before heading up. The janitress lets them in and tells him Franky lives on the fourth floor.

[maiicmll]

"Portrait of Goddess"

The painting hung in the museum behind a simple label: 'Portrait of Goddess.' It was a beautiful portrait of a young woman, painted in rich oils, her dark hair and brown eyes conveying a sense of beauty, sadness, and mystery all at once.

One day, a woman came to the museum and stood in front of the painting for a long time. She seemed to be looking for something, but no one knew what it was. Finally, she asked the museum janitress if she knew who the goddess was.

The janitress told the woman that she had asked around and found out that the goddess had been a young woman living in the area in the early 2000s. She had lived a hard life, her family struggling to make ends meet, and she had died of unknown disease at the age of 35.

The woman thanked the janitress and then asked if she could take a closer look. She carefully examined the painting, and then she began to weep silently. The curator asked her if she was alright, and she nodded and said, “Yes, I just finally found her. These goddess, Mayah was my great grandmother.”

The janitress was stunned. She asked the woman to tell him more about Mayah, and she shared stories about the young woman’s life, her struggles, her dreams, and her legacy.

The woman thanked the janitress for helping her to find Mayah and then left the museum. The painting still hangs in the museum, but now the label reads, “Portrait of Goddess - Beloved Great Grandmother.”

[jellyjelies]

"Admiring My Beautiful Mother"

The person that I admire most is my mother. My mother's name is Jasmine J. Vellejo She was born on August 12, 1979, she was so an approachable person polite,Cheerful, and compassionate. She is someone that I love so much.

My mother was born into the simplest family she raised 4 children her job only as a janitress and her height is 4.1 she's small but adorable. My mother looks extremely young for his age she's slim and got a long shiny hair. Mother's face is good-looking, friendly, loving, and also caring. She tends to wear casual clothes just like jeans and a white t-shirt. She helps needy people just like our neighbor When our neighbor has nothing to eat so my mother gives a 1 kilo of rice so that they have something to eat. She likes watching the news's Tv. She always likes doing house choires. Even though she was born into the simplest family but she has a good heart, and she guides shes children on what is wrong and right . My mother is a softhearted person there are a lot of times she cried because of by judge people and especially people who are not honest, backstabbers. Even my mother is tired of working everyday and having a hard time but she makes another way to spend more time with children.

I am fortunate to have a mother who always supports me despite my doubts. My mother is still there by my side, they give me advice and encouragement. When I was so down myself, I almost gave up but my mother listened to my complaints, and with her help, I was able to finish junior high school supporting my mother's character has given me the strength to endure many life challenges and learn.

[thelesbianpoirot]

Is this inappropriate? Don't post if this isn't.

I think I know you from your Live Journal days and Quizzilla.

There was a Caribbean or Central American girl who blogged about Fringe, Xena, Firefly, Star Trek, Veronica Mars, and Anime.

She blogged a bit like you. She drew fan art and talked about her life. Her father was named Basil. She had an insane sister. She talked about being a lesbian. I realized it may be you when you said you worked as a Janitress. I've only seen one person use that word.

Are you PalomaCan'tthinkstraight or PalomaWon'tthinkstraight?

ARE YOU HERCULE POIROT?

[servegrilledcheese]

just mangkukulam things :)

[jobhiring]

FEDERAL MANAGEMENT and MAINTENANCE INC.

FOR IMMEDIATE DEPLOYMENT COMPANY NAME: FEDERAL MANAGEMENT and MAINTENANCE INC. WE ARE URGENTLY IN NEED FOR THE FOLLOWING POSITIONS: 📷PUBLIC AREA ATTENDANTS(JANITOR/JANITRESS) 📷LAUNDRY ATTENDANTS 📷HOUSEKEEPING ATTENDANTS 📷GARDENER

[disney-android-foundation]

Would Lady Tremaine as a janitress be good, or is that too on-the-nose? 😭

She’s cleaning bathrooms at Taco Bell

The jobs could be a reflection of what they did to their respective heroes or it’s an opposite of what they are

That’s why Hades works at a pool

[hai-nakyuu]

tuesday cleaners (filipino sakusa!AU)

a/n: 4th entry sa event ni @lumpiang-toge​!

“mister sakusa hanggang four-thirty lang kayo dito ah! sabi ni ate janitress nagtagal ka daw hanggang sunset last week! wag kayong masyadong masipag ah!” miss romualdez warns him jokingly.

“yes po,” came the dull response.

kiyoomi sakusa. prettiest boy in class. local clean freak. criticizes the tiniest speck of dirt on a desk.

which isn’t too good for you, because you have a hard time keeping things organized.

and you just so happened to be a cleaner on the same day as him this week.

“y/n,” you hear him call out. “linis na daw tayo. sayang oras.”

you hang up the phone on your mom (power move sis. you gon get an ass whoopin when ya get home) and follow sakusa to the back of the classroom.

“asan daw yung iba?”

“may practice yung english group ni komori, and your friends,” he hands some floorwax to you- “said they had to go to a club meeting. anong club ulit sila?”

“uhh, i think sa earth advocate club sila,” you recall as you move some of the chairs aside.

“hmm. you think?”

“why?” you ask, opening the floor wax box.

“sabi nila kay miss sa baseball sila.”

“huh?” you continue scrubbing the stains off the floor. “sure akong di sila baseball. ala naman baseball club. weird.”

it’s not weird, you think. taenang mga kaibigan sila. alam nilang sabay kaming cleaners ng crush ko lumayas sila. patay sila sakin bukas.

there’s a spot on the floor that looks like correction fluid, and no matter how you aggressively scrub it won't come off-

“what are you doing?”

“huh?” you look up from scrubbing the floor. “naglilinis?”

“well, you don’t have to scrub out every little speck. it’s the floor, and i hate to say it pero public school ‘to. there’s no such thing as a clean floor.”

“but-”

“it’s fine. patulong nalang dyan sa kabilang bintana.”

you step up on a chair, and angle down the jalousies to wipe them.

after a few minutes of silence-

“oh, fuck!” he cries. you whirl around, alarmed.

“anyare?”

“naipit ako sa bintana tangina!” he pulls his fingers out and examines them, you cross over to his side.

“shoot is your hand okay?”

there’s a cut on his index finger, and a drop of blood slips out.

“am i- am i dying?” he turns to you with a fear-stricken look on his face.

you look at him in surprise. “syempre hindi! ampota betadine lang yan-”

before you turn around fully to go for the first aid kit, he grabs your arm, and you turn to meet his slightly panicked eyes, before his gaze goes blank again and he lets go of your arm.

“ayoko.”

“huh? betadine is to stop the infection-”

“i don’t want it.”

“wh-why?” you tilt your head in confusion.

he mumbles something under his breath, muffled by his mask. meeting your eyes, he shakes his head and leans in to whisper it.

“...mahapdi.”

“mahapdi?” you hold in a laugh.

“it stings!” he insists.

“no! the point nga of betadine is para di mahapdi! it’s fine, lika na dito!”

he sighs, but lets you tag him along. you open the bottle of betadine and dab a bit of the liquid on the cotton.

“okay, don’t look.”

“why?” he raises an eyebrow.

“just-” you wrap his finger in the cotton, sealing it with paper tape.

“see? tapos na? magic!” you laugh. “it’s no big deal- ay potek mag-kakwarenta’y trenta na! balik na natin mga chairs!”

“y/n.”

“yes-” you turn around to face him, but he’s so close to you that you nearly stumble backwards.

he takes off his mask and wipes some sweat off his face.

“thanks. again. sa tulong.”

you stare up into his face. there’s no expression- none that are readable, at least- but there’s less hardness in his gaze.

you smile and walk past him, but he grabs you by the arm again, this time, a bit firmer. you try to look over your shoulder, but you can’t see his face.

“friday ako.”

“ha? tuesday ngayon, kaya nga tayo cleaners-”

“cleaner ka today.” he turns to meet your gaze. “sa biyernes pako.”

“oh, oo nga noh,” you realize.

now that you think about it, he always insisted on staying late before the weekend began, muttering under his breath that friday was the day that classrooms were the dirtiest.

“then why did you-”

“it was the only way i could get you alone without catching too much attention.”

he turns around to face you, the hand on your arm moving to lift your chin to meet his gaze.

“i...i’ve liked you for some time now. and... komori told me that he heard from your friends that you liked me din- daw. i didn’t listen... for a long time. but when they ditched on cleaning this afternoon, i realized maybe they were right.”

“so, uhh, i hope komori wasn’t being a dirty liar-”

you shake your head. the corner of his lips quirk up ever so slightly.

“nice.” he nods. “so, ngayon, if you aren’t going anywhere today-”

“on friday.”

“...friday?” he tilts his head.

“we meet back here, clean the classroom, and get something to eat.” you look up at him with a shy grin. “deal?”

sakusa smiles genuinely.

“deal.”