The whole discourse about the privacy/secrecy/support thing has been sitting with me for a few days (I mean other than it always does to a certain degree) thanks to all the excellent discussion happening and I know I'm not saying anything that hasn't been said a million times before, but I think what we're seeing and what we're going to learn (e.g. from TTPD) is that it wasn't just the support issue, but how it was shown/handled.
We've all gone out of our way to show that introversion =/= lack of support. Someone can be shy, reserved, etc. and still show up for their partner, whether in public or at home. To chalk any of the differences up to the clash between introversion and extroversion is unfair to folks who count themselves among either tbh.
@thisisctrying said something the other day that hit the nail on the head about how if that support had been offered in private, there very well may not have been a Joever to begin with, or at least not at this point in time. (Sorry for loosely paraphrasing, and for namedropping you! Long time listener, first time poster.)
If this were a case where the "shy" partner said, "I am really uncomfortable with the spotlight personally and do not want to court it, but I will support you in your ambitions and offer you whatever you need to make them happen and make the glare bearable," I suspect that would have gone a long way to making Taylor feel seen and comfortable in pursuing her goals in the way that she now has. Again, that might have been more akin to the balance that seemed to have been struck around 2019 from what we can see, but even speaking in a general sense, there are lots of couples out there, celebrity or not, that have similar approaches where there are highly driven people and busy careers involved.
(A famous example being Dolly Parton's marriage. Tbh I know next to nothing about her and Carl, but she's always heralded as an example in this regard, because her husband is famously uncomfortable with the spotlight and hasn't accompanied her to public events in decades, but she's said that she never minded that because that was always work to her, and what was important was that he supported her in pursuing all her career goals and basically ensured she had a place to call home to return to at the end of the day.)
We're kind of in a brave new world with her current relationship because it felt like, at least at the start, we were maybe watching her figure out her boundaries in real time as to what she was comfortable with or not and adjust accordingly. Like so many have said, I fully believe the extreme privacy thing was initially driven by herself and her experiences in 2016, and she needed that quiet time to recover from all of the things and figure out how to exist in the world again.
Stating the obvious, it seemed like eventually privacy was equated with secrecy, turning the relationship and the celebrity into the elephant in the room and something to never be spoken of to the outside world. People are free to choose whatever works best for themselves and their relationships, and for some the separate public lives might work, but the “kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath” theme is all over her work and it’s clear that it’s a sore spot for her, because she’s been made to feel shame just for the life she leads so many times in the past.
What I’m trying to say is that it’s pretty obvious something Not Great was happening behind the scenes, which didn’t just amount to “she wanted to be a public celebrity and he wanted to be a private hermit.” (Also, in case anyone forgot, this is a person who also chose a public-facing career who also has to engage in press for it, but I digress.) As her career reached new heights post-folklore, if she had the support at home to do all the things without judgment and with encouragement, and in turn offer the same support to her partner, she may have very well lived just fine with that, not unlike Dolly Parton’s case.
By reading between the lines in all the press since, as well as comments on tour and general ~vibes~ with TTPD teasers, it seems like one of the issues was that that was likely not the case. There was all the stuff that we saw — the reticence to acknowledge each other in the media (particularly on one side), the lack of public support even at events at which they were both in attendance for their respective jobs, the great lengths they went to not to be photographed together at events they attended yet no problem taking pictures with other friends and coworkers, the jobs that separated them, the withdrawing from the public even for work accomplishments, etc. Which could all be manageable if a couple chooses to do so together and are not inherently a sign of trouble in themselves.
But what we’re seeing now I think is a reflection of the things we weren’t seeing then, and it seems to indicate some very deep hurt. (I know, call me Captain Obvious.) And like so many have been saying, it feels likely that that part of that hurt is rooted in that very lack of private support where a person would expect it from their partner. Obviously as a Taylor fan blog I’m going to be more inclined to understand her side of a story, but tbh, it’s also because… this is sooooooo common, and something I’ve experienced in my friend group. (@taylortruther is right when she says most breakups are the same one way or another lol.)
One partner is resentful of the other’s success, or resentful that the other’s priorities begin to evolve as new experiences unlock new goals, or feels the other’s ambitions are not worthy of pursuit, and coupled with perhaps their own struggles in the same domain, it’s easy to see where that can chip away at the other partner’s morale and faith in the relationship. I know I’m just speculating here, but I also don’t think it’s totally unfounded. (Again, because a) I’m picking up what she’s putting down and b) it happens to sooooooo many women even among us dull normals.)
With all the pointed mentions about how much Taylor feels supported in her current relationship and how she in turn loves to offer the same show of support to not only her partner but other loved ones, how she’s stepped out more in the last year to a whole host of events, how she’s mentioned feeling like she locked herself away for years and she’s just proud of her partner and happy she can show up for him even if the chaos around it is unsettling, it paints a picture of what perhaps was happening before last year.
To feel like you’re all alone in carrying the weight of the relationship (or burden of it), of twisting yourself into knots to accommodate the other person’s boundaries (or insecurities) but not feeling reciprocity for your own has to be so painful. (The idea that it may have been even darker and to have a partner not only be unreceptive to your own needs but even perhaps resentful/dismissive/belittling of them is even more painful to think of. I guess we’ll find out when TTPD comes out if that was the case, too.)
At a certain point, that lack of acknowledgement will force your hand to be able to reclaim yourself. And it feels like the further removed Taylor in particular is from it, the more she moves from being sad about the life she felt she gave up by leaving, to angry at the life she felt she was giving up by staying. Especially being in a relationship now where it seems like everything comes much easier, where she can be open about the person she’s with and show up for them, all the stuff that seemed as challenging as climbing Mount Everest in her past is nothing more than a molehill at best in her current life.
TL;DR: I don’t think it’s privacy that inherently spells doom for a celebrity relationship like this; it’s the mutual support and respect that does. If Taylor had felt that in the later years of her previous relationship, I think we could be seeing a different, though not necessarily unfulfilled, person right now in 2024, who’d be happy on tour but whose personal life would look a little different. But it seems like by losing that support she lost parts of herself, and we’ve seen her reclaim that in spades in the last year, and perhaps to degrees she didn’t even realize she could from before all the Bad Stuff started happening in her young adulthood.
I know this was extremely long-winded and unnecessary, especially about total strangers we only know through scraps fed through the media, but I just always bristle at this idea that issues like these boil down to “personality differences,” as though one person wants to live in a city and the other on a remote island, or some shit like that. The whole support (and gender tbh) issue is one that’s just very close to my heart because again, I have seen it play out with so many of my friends in long term relationships and marriages and I just think people in relationships (and women in particular in some circles) deserve better than to feel like they’re being, well, tolerated.
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Delsin Rowe x Juno Moore | infamous Second Son OC | 18+ ish, implied smut
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Juno gazed for a moment out over the city, as lights began to twinkle in the rosy sheen of the sunset, sounds of busy people heading home in the distance. Delsin happily worked on his burrito, foil wrapper crinkling with each bite, feet swinging over the edge of the billboard ledge. Juno was too enraptured with the sunset to notice the way Delsin’s gaze darted to her, then back to the sunset. She sighed happily as she leaned back, resting her arms behind her head.
“Gorgeous, isn’t it?”
“Yeah”, came the reply, soft, hardly above a whisper.
Juno glanced over, meeting Delsin’s gaze directly. Somewhere deep inside ignited as she fell into the way his eyes burned in deepest shades of chestnut and cinnamon, shades of home. They were the first tinges of autumn wind after the heat of a never ending summer sun, the warmth of a cup of her favorite tea, the way his touches trailed waves of heat wherever his skin met hers, something raging and burning behind it. The way he was touching her now, shoulder brushing against her, body heat mixing.
“You’re staring,” Delsin murmurs, the corner of his mouth betraying the beginnings of a grin.
“So are you.”
His gaze falters, and he turns to look at the sunset, smiling to himself. There was something devious in that smile, something dangerous. The way he glanced over at her from the corner of his gaze, eyebrow cocked as he mindlessly ran his tongue over his pointed canine.
“So, you see something you like?”
Juno rolled her eyes, resting her hands on the billboard’s ledge and leaning forward to look down on the city, trying to hide the creeping flush on her face.
“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather boy.”
There was a stillness punctuated by a car horn or the passing train, people strolling along to a restaurant, seagulls off in the distance somewhere, a dog barking in some park. Quiet enough to hear an amused snort from Delsin.
“Yeah, actually, I would.”
Juno glanced back at Delsin, and that gnawing, glowing feeling returned. He was so close to her, right there, leaning in towards her, just a breadth away. His eyes darted down to her lips, back to her eyes, dark and fully blown, anticipation written in his gaze.
“I think,” he breathed out, eyes narrowing, “that you like it when I stare at you.”
There was no denying it, it filled Juno with a burning thrill knowing that his eyes followed her as she walked away, putting away the memories of her curves for later, or the way she’d catch him softly staring across the coffee shop as she chatted with customers. She knew those brown eyes would be always be there, a constant in the flowing pass of time. And now he was here in front of her, fingertips brushing against hers,
the only thing holding him back a thin, wavering sense of hesitancy. And that was rapidly washing away. She could see it in his eyes, the temptation of the feelings burning between them proving to be too much to bear.
“And what if I do like it?”
Her reply was soft, barely a whisper, but it was more than enough for Delsin. Lips crashed into lips, his kisses needy and hungry as he gave in to the game of chase that they had been playing. Juno ran her hands up Delsin’s neck, fingers tangling in the hair sticking out from under his beanie, pulling him into her.
A growl rose through Delsin, and he pulled away for air, leaving Juno panting, foreheads touching as they let their hands wander each other’s bodies. Delsin moved his hands to her waist, fingers brushing up under the back of her shirt, eliciting a soft gasp from Juno, her back arching under his touch.
“Then…maybe we should do something about that.”
Delsin moved his lips to her neck, planting slow, tortuous kisses around the point where her pulse raced, where streaks of pinks, reds, and lavender blossomed, an unconscious side effect of her conduit abilities. She didn’t care, at least not right now. She softly moaned out an affirmation, lost in the way his hands burned hot against her back, the way he always smelled like he had spent the night at a bonfire. It was intoxicating, clouding Juno’s mind and flooding her senses.
Delsin murmured something soft, something about his apartment being nearby, lips pressed under her jawbone, fingers reaching upwards, causing her shirt to ride up with them. The contrast of the chilly Seattle evening and his warmth caused her skin to prickle, and she wanted him closer. She wanted him all over her now.
Delsin’s fingers move dangerously close to slipping underneath her bra, sliding forward over her ribcage. Hesitation, or maybe the need to torture her slowly, was keeping him from moving further, and she needed him, she needed so much more.
“What about—what about right here, on the roof?”
Juno’s words come out like a gasp, pleading and needy. Those dark eyes pull back to look at her, a flicker of understanding passes, and he grins—that crooked, knowing smile that would get him anything or anyone in the world, anything he wanted, and here he was with her, all hers for tonight, all hers—and without a moment lost, Delsin has Juno in his arms, her legs wrapped around him, hands holding her up by her thighs as they melt into one another again, mouths frantic to forever write the taste of the other into memory, as they lose clothing to the night, and themselves in each other.
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it’s so funny bc i’m homeschooled and i avoided like 90% of the Average Kid childhood trauma bc of that and when ppl ask about my education i’m just like. look buddy. i can attribute an astonishing chunk of my good attitude, adventuresome spirit and kind heart to having watched my little pony instead of doing homework.
i know it sounds silly [because it is!] but i’m not kidding. being able to choose what i pursued was EXACTLY what i needed growing up, so i didn’t have to waste any extra time on subjects that didn’t appeal to me, worry about bullies or awful teachers, AND i had heaps of free time to spend doing what i pleased [almost entirely drawing]. i learned to write a check, order and shop for my own food, care for farm animals and pets, ask for help, speak my mind, dress as i like, and foster an outgoing and hopeful outlook on life that school would not have taught me.
my mom is incredible, and she has taught me countless invaluable things about life. but as a little kid, your parent’s lessons tend to bounce right off. the very same lessons from my favorite characters however, typically didn’t!
watching my little pony reinforced everything my mom stands for: kindness, reaching out and helping others, and looking out for and encouraging your peers, to name a few. good news - these very values are portrayed in flawed and deeply relatable pastel ponies with catchy songs full of heart and joy! watching my little pony prepared me for far more than i could have imagined in life, sometimes with something as simple as asking myself “what would rarity do?” in a situation i’m not confident in, for example.
i like to joke about how they should play my little pony for the kids in school, but i think it really does teach many things that aren’t inherently reinforced in the school system [although, i am only speaking on what i’ve heard from people who weren’t homeschooled. i have been inside a school only once for a short time].
anyway, this is all to say that it saddens me a bit when people casually reduce my little pony to something of little significance. mlp obliviously isn’t going to be everyone’s thing, but the positive impact it has had on me and countless others is undeniable, and it’s my hope that we soon live in a world that proudly encourages more media like my little pony for not only kids, but people of all ages to enjoy unabashed, no matter their story. every time i hear a friend say their parents didn’t let them watch it because it was ‘too girly’ or whatever nonsense, i become increasingly determined to make that world a reality.
long story short: i hold my little pony close and i am very grateful for what it’s taught me and continues to teach me, even all these years later. it’s good to be earnest and love as much as you can.
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