26 | he/him
Please, don’t ever think, “I’m such a failure,” or anything of the sort. If you go about things thinking, “It’s okay to lose,” you’ll not only relieve the shock from losing, but you’ll build up the energy to go forward. I can assure you that losing has substantial merits. So, I wish that everybody tries their best and not fear losing. You could almost say that is one’s true strength.“
— Kazuki Takahashi
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babe are you ok you reblogged the two men holding the heart geode again
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[id: two men holding the halves of an amethyst geode, smiling. the geode is heart shaped, and both men are smiling. /end id]
babe are you ok you reblogged the two men holding the heart geode again
Strange that it never occured to me. There are times I've been so upset that I've stamped around while cussing, that I've lain flat on the floor and groaned for as long as I had breath, that I've ranted my frustration aloud in an unhinged monologue, that I've swung my limbs about in a fury. All until I'd vented enough to just ... resume my normal life.
And if I'd had not the privacy of my home, I'd either have had to bottle that all up ... or open it all up where the public could scrutinize my every move. It really is a privilege to not be constantly on display like that.
[ID: tweet by Lydia Kiesling @ lydiakiesling, "Housed people have the privilege of having their worst moments in private; unhoused people don't. That gives some people the mistaken impression that the person they see acting belligerent on the street is and will be that person every single moment of their life."]
Also consider how you must look every time you're sick for any reason. Everyone gets delirious with fever now and then, everyone gets stomach cramps where they're doubled over moaning in pain, now imagine how much more often that happens to people with no clean facilities. I can't count how often I've heard or seen someone complain about a homeless "druggie" and the behavior they're describing is significantly more likely to come from food poisoning than drug withdrawals.
Not that drug addiction isn't also a medical condition that warrants medical care, but the fact is a large number of people will attribute literally all of an unhoused person's displays of pain, exhaustion or discomfort up to drugs and alcohol.
I graduated high school in 99.
There was a student at our school named Wayne.
Wayne was gay. It was obvious. He was unable to stay in the closet even if he wanted to. To make matters worse, he was also Black. From a bullying standpoint, that was not a great combo. Both Black and white students made fun of him relentlessly. He was ostracized from the only community that may have given him protection. Only us theater kids stuck up for him, but not to significant effect.
Wayne was bullied so much that at one point he finally snapped and attacked his bullies with a lunch tray. I was actually seated in perfect line of sight and just sat there chewing my soggy fries in stunned silence. It didn't even seem real as I was witnessing it. The image of him wailing on his main bully as the food on his tray flew off is permanently logged into my long term memory.
The bully he attacked had blood all over his face and went straight to the nurse. Other than superficial cuts, he was not injured.
Before the attack, Wayne went to teachers for help.
He went to guidance counselors for help.
He went to the principals for help.
He did all of the things you were supposed to do. No one helped him. They wagged a finger at the bullies and warned them to stop.
Wayne's lunch tray melee was the only thing that worked. His bullies stayed far away from him. But a week later Wayne was expelled and the bullies were given no punishment.
So... no.
No one in my school talked about being trans.
Because the only way to survive being openly queer was to bash people with a lunch tray.
Always nice when math helps make it all the more clear how ridiculously reasonable the worker demands are.
This is what the studios have brought everything to a grinding halt for.
imagine what that breakdown looks like in industries that actually, materially, nonfictionally matter
pick a word or phrase to put up on the shelf until the internet learns what it actually means
gaslighting
intrusive thoughts
traumadumping
gatekeeping
industry plant
lovebombing
accountability
setting a boundary
emotional labor
other (tell me in the tags!)
we need a universal grocery classification system like the dewey decimal to aid in shelving, so i don’t have to figure out whether you think maple syrup goes with the sauces, breakfast foods, jams, or condiments
I must not buy. Buying is the purse-killer. Buying is the little-dopamine that brings total bankruptcy. I will face my wishlist. I will permit the limited time sale to pass over me and through me. And when it has expired I will turn the inner eye to see its impulses. When the mania has gone there will be nothing. Only $ will remain.
Arrrgh I already complained about it but man. Fucking hate how weird people are when it comes to sexuality in art. "Ohhh this only exists because the writer was horny it can't possibly have anything deep to say" fucking imagine if we applied it to other emotions. Sorry Antigones can't possibly be about anything meaningful the writer was clearly just sad. Hamlet isn't a good or interesting play actually it was just Shakespeare being angry.
I've had people say things like "for a horny comic it's surprisingly well written" about Death Becomes You, as if horny being a factor in my comic means that is all it can be defined as and it is by default a lesser genre because of it.
It's fucking absurd, sexuality is literally a massive, foundational part of the human experience and I feel like I'm going insane that people sniff at it as something that's "optional" and "lesser"
