#of people forgetting about my girl

[antistudyblr]

nerd rant incoming but it makes me want to tear things apart with my teeth when ppl come at things from a Black feminist ontological/humanist lens, bring up Caliban and then FAIL TO MENTION HIS MOTHER WHO IS LITERALLY TOO ABERRANT FOR THE NARRATIVE TO DEPICT

[inkskinned]

she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.

my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.

my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.

my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.

at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.

my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.

i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.

two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.

it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.

[lycandrophile]

today, my coworkers’ refusal to see me as a man put one of our patients in a position where they felt unsafe for the third time. i’ve been at this job for less than two months total. i don’t even care about getting misgendered anymore, i just want the people we’re supposed to be taking care of to feel comfortable around me.

i work at a hospital where we have to supervise our patients in a lot of vulnerable situations. there are safeguarding rules in place for certain things that male employees aren’t allowed to be present for when it comes to female patients. and yet, the people training me and telling me what to do have repeatedly put me in situations where i’ve been forced to do things that the female patients aren’t comfortable with me doing. and because they have repeatedly failed to teach me the rules for doing my job as a man, i have no way of knowing when i’m crossing one of those lines unless one of the patients tells me.

i’ve had to watch a victim of SA stare at me in abject terror as my coworkers asked her to strip naked with me still in the room. it took several minutes for her to even be able to speak enough to ask if i could leave the room. i found out after that she broke down crying the moment i walked out. my biggest regret is that i didn’t realize what was happening fast enough to leave before she ever had to say something, because she shouldn’t have had to say it. i never should’ve been allowed in the room in the first place, because that’s not something male employees are supposed to be present for. but i didn’t know that yet, because i was training and i thought surely, they wouldn’t train me to do something that directly violated their own safeguarding rules. that moment was the first time, and it’s haunted me ever since, but it wasn’t the last time. not only did it happen for the third time today — it almost happened for the fourth, and would have if someone hadn’t spoken up to say they should pick someone else. i care for these people so deeply, it’s why i took this job, and i’m so tired of hearing the fear in their voices when they have to ask me not to do something i never should’ve been told to do.

i’m very used to the personal discomfort of being misgendered. i willingly deal with it a lot at work as well as in other situations, not because i’m in the closet (at this point in my medical transition that would be impossible), but because it’s such a frequent occurrence with my coworkers that we would never get anything done if i took the time to correct them every time. but to see it get to the point of causing such visceral discomfort in other people? people i’m supposed to be taking care of and keeping safe? that’s something else entirely, and i’m fucking exhausted.

and after all of that, some of them still look at me like i have two heads when they tell me what to do and i say “i can’t do that, only female employees can” because i’m learning now. clearly i’m already seen as a man by our patients, but my coworkers would still rather put them in an unsafe situation than just train me as a man.

[sergle]

i've litchrally been going crazymode listening to Maintenence Phase, which is my current favorite podcast, and i highly highly recommend it if you like informative podcasts about debunking misinfo around the wellness/health/diet sphere. it's also just really fucking funny, Michael Hobbs and Aubrey Gordon are great hosts and i love their chemistry together. i'd say "if you're a fat person, you gotta listen to this shit" but honestly i don't even need to be that specific, i just think it's good listening in general. like actually, i think skinny people with or without fat friends would greatly benefit from hearing some of these episodes.

[stil-lindigo]

bedside bouquet.

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a sapphic comic about a village girl and the fae she fell in love with.

creative notes:

[ray935sworld]

The funniest thing to me is how many misogynistic men try to portrait their views on racing driver cause "you need to be a real/ strong/ traditional man to this" etc and all this "big balls" bullshit and then you look at the driver/ riders and their relationships and they're the baby girl

[apnourry]

new post hospitalization rdl pr vibes

[michaeljoncarter]

sorry, i'm still hung up on how bad the writing for sarevok was in bg3. it's not even just "he's so out of character!!" bad. that is just straight up not him. literally who is this man, what the hell is he talking about, and what has he done with the actual sarevok because nothing he says makes ANY sense like....

just as one example of how wild the contradictions/retcons are, this is how bg3 has him recount his resurrection in bg2 -

and this is (parts of) how it actually happened -

like??? it's so bad and weird and dumb and for WHAT???

[orcelito]

There's a subset type of vashwood post that talks about Vash like Wolfwood is the only person he's cared about ever. And it kinda rly bugs me like... do the girls mean nothing to u??? They were there First, even. And yeah, maybe Vash is closer to Wolfwood than to them, especially in the manga, but come on. The kiss fist bump?? Meryl cradling Vash's head in her lap post-Legato??? The girls are there for him, and they Love Him, in a way that is not unique to Wolfwood alone.

[phoet]

*clutches the most drenched, miserable, pathetic, drowned cat wretch of a man to my chest, shouting into the eye of the storm*

HE IS BABYGIRL TO ME!

[unsurebazookacore]

Was at home handing out candy to trick or treaters tonight, and there was a little girl who came up today with the biggest grin, dressed up as season 3 El, spiky striped yellow shirt and smudged lipstick bloody nose and all. And all I could think about was another little girl who was also so excited to cut her hair in the fall and wear that same shirt, and steal her mom’s lipstick to craft her own little fake blood smudge… four years ago to this day actually

Please excuse me while I go cry in a corner for a bit

[chaos-bringer-13]

My brain just hit an old hyperfixation (is this what it's called? I hope I used the word right) and oh dear am I losing my mind now. I need to write a story I think. About this one old guy. He's unhinged. There's so much information about him and yet not enough. I want to explore his character so much. He's definitely a criminal - at least he was one - and I'm 95% sure he can do actual real magic, and he's a musician and an artist and an actor and a magician and a philosopher and a traveler and a conman and so much more and also I think he's some kind of immortal. Maybe he just has a VERY long life. It's strongly implied he was a pirate at some point of his life. He started a cult by accident several times. My conspiracy theories about him include him being a secret god.

He's also a freaking round blue raven. Someone save me from my mind.

[chaiichait]

Stressed out Jude for the soul

[ohsayaka]

sayaka maizono and selfishness

in an attempt to compensate for the overall hate sayaka got as a character i feel like a lot of people try to sympathize with her morally as a person by insisting she was fully, 100% altruistic in her motivations, that she ONLY cared about saving her bandmates. while she does genuinely love and consider them family i believe its a lot more fascinating to take into account the ways in which the idol industry hollow out sayaka, and how her initial dream (spreading love and hope to lonely people the same way the idols on TV saved her as a child) becomes twisted and forgotten in what she has to sacrifice for it, her wellbeing, authenticity, all for the sake of the image she has to put on to survive in such a competitive dehumanizing industry.....

all her sense of purpose and identity depends on her ult idol title, to the point where she considers murder and follows through with her plan. at some level of consciousness sayaka believes the ends justify the means, there is a fair degree of selfishness in her because she's nothing outside the success of her career. and then there's sayaka's hopeful, last act of true kindness (11037)

this is crucial to what ch1 means as the base of danganronpa, the deceit, first impressions, the way ultimate titles define them in such a world, its themes of fame, idolatry, talent & hard work... it sets the tone for all that comes next.

[ataykiri]

Our stay on this earth is so so short, we’re in such a dream state that we keep forgetting this truth

[starsarestories]

You can love Lily Evans and not have to write fics about her. I don't know why people think this is misogyny because it isn't. Write whatever the fuck you want to write so long as you're not offending or hurting anyone.