it is interesting to me that ive seen lately (n yknow this is subjective and likely not any real social force just what ive seen) many queer people simultaneously talking about taking back and embodying unpalatable and ‘unmarketable’ queerness (the recent return to the terms faggot and transsexual come to mind) which i think is pretty evidently shaped by the conservative moment were in of demonizing queer ppl and especially gnc and trans people as predators--it reads as a return to queer isolationism in the face of external hostility, imo--while at the same time ive seen a lot of rallying around the “original” 6 stripe rainbow flag as opposed to any of the purportedly ‘factional’ flags of different queer identities, with the assumption being different identity flags divide us while the rainbow flag encompasses everyone and its kinda fascinating to me bc the rainbow flag is probably the single most marketable and palatable and uncontroversial symbols of queerness which has been seamlessly uptaken by those who wish to sell it back to us as gets pointed out every pride month with all the cringey pride merch....
i dunno you could maybe take that as a point of hypocrisy and claim the queer community is itself in a conservative moment rn where its returning to a sense of history and historical continuity (perhaps even out of that sense of external threat) or even that the queer community has for some time been in a conservative moment given the like, decade of identity discourse and lashing out at any people deemed to not have a sufficiently established history or however we should categorize the bihets/ace discourse/transtrender-tucute discourse/pan discourse/bi lesbians discourse (because lets be frank its essentially all the same discourse just keeping up its momentum by leapfroging from one target to the next) which i think is, like, SOMEWHAT true but not entirely?
its more interesting to me, in any case, as an expression of a conflict the queer community is facing given that current state of affairs RE antitransness and that very recent history. like, the simultaneous need to retreat to a safe sense of community which is welcoming to the very things the outer world is demonizing ie mutable gender, complex or contradictory experiences of gender, gender expression which is hostile to the cis binary, but also the ways in which it has to grapple with those discourses which have largely defined the community infighting for again the past decade. its queer people begging the question ‘how can we make the queer community welcoming to the girlfags and genderfucks and tboys who are being threatened when we have spent so much time making the queer community a hostile place for anyone with a non-conventional or not easily (or even just palatably) sortable sense of queer identity’. and the answer it seems to be grappling with at the moment is like, welcoming all that diversity of experience but being absolutely averse to naming it. yes we love all the fuckery with gender and sexuality never be marketable but like, ew, why are you calling yourself [insert microlabel here]. you can be genderweird but you cant call yourself genderweird. you can only exist as queer in the broadest possible way (the all-inclusive gay pride flag!) but if you try to name the specifics or use those identity labels weve been fighting over for years youre doing it wrong (the progress pride flag is now ugly and cringey and ‘too much’). i think theres something also to the way (at least on this site) transmisogynistic discourses have really taken hold as legitimate (though yknow i wont downplay how much a problem transmisogyny has like. always been in queer spaces no matter what) in the name of protecting n defending trans people. like its just regurgitated transmisogyny but its being mobilized supposedly in the service of helping trans people. idk its definitely getting a little late for me to string this together fully coherently but theres a throughline there, in the ways certain ideas are being consolidated and reified as ‘yes were more progressive now!’ when i think theres definitely something to question there in terms of like...are we? are we actually? are we doing better by the people were trying to help or are we setting strict standards and forcing ppl to adhere to them again?
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Man, I dunno. It's kind of bitter sweet bc I really burned myself out of final fantasy xiv at literally no fault to the game even a little bit. I ended up in the center of some drama that fucked up my relationship with one of my favorite people. This whole thing was built upon gaslighting and manipulation.
And none of it from my side lmfao it's wild what people will do to be the center of attention.
But I have also found a new love for a lot of other games too with some other fantastic friends
LIKE MH
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v.. vomit story...? if u uhhh want to.. elaborate...
well alright, since ya asked :)
so as i've perhaps mentioned, i'm kind of a scrawny whelp of a person, and this was even moreso the case when i was in school. unfortunately for me, physical education class exists and is required in most public schools including mine. in high school, we were required to take two p.e. courses, each worth a half-credit, and the first one had to be a basic fundamental p.e. class, while we had a little more freedom with what we took for the second class.
that's how i ended up in a fitness class centered entirely around walking - i'm not gonna hold up in a game of flag football, but i can handle walking, and it fulfilled the second half of my credit, making it the last time i would ever have to take physical education. sweet deal, right?
except we were doing all of our walking outside, so if the weather was bad we had to find somewhere else to go. sometimes we would go use the fitness equipment for which we had a separate, specialized room (still no idea where the FUCK the school district found the money for that) but sometimes we would instead be merged with one of the other teacher's team sports class. dramatic music sting goes here.
on one of these latter days, we got stuck playing.... well, i don't know, to be honest. it was some kind of handball-type-thing, because the teachers were basically just making shit up. but it involved a LOT of running. back, forth, up, down, everywhere, weaving in between other players. i'm a scared little mouse even to this day, so i was playing as hard as i could to make sure the 6'5" coach didn't sniff out my weakness and tear off my arm with his teeth as an example to the others.
cut to after the game, where they make us get our stuff and wait for the bell to ring. why? because public school is a cruel and unusual form of punishment. so i've got my bag and i'm feeling the effect of the hour and a half of non-stop physical exertion i just did. i start hovering around a giant trash can they keep by the doors. eventually i have to sit down. i feel like if i could get moving, i might be okay, but right now there's nowhere to go. i'm continuing to sweat, and i figure it's bc i'm in a big crowd of other students waiting for the bell. so i get the really and truly brilliant idea to walk all the way to the other side of the gym and sit down against the wall there. no trash can, no exit, but at least there's no people!
once i sit down, i can't move. i'm swaying from side to side, knowing what's going to happen but unable to stop it. the best i can do when i finally hurl is crane my head to the side and get it on the floor instead of myself. it takes several minutes for anyone to notice.
luckily, as soon as the vomit demon was excised from my body, i could get up and move just fine. i located the least hateful of the gym teachers and informed them of the situation, expecting (and feeling like i deserved) to be put in a deep dark pit for the inconvenience. they instead seemed pretty neutral on the whole situation, and proceeded to mopping.
before returning to routine, i was asked if i would be going home due to illness. i stated confidently that i couldn't, because i had a test next period. i then rinsed my mouth out with my water bottle, and went about my day. and that's a good picture of how i was essentially a living caricature of a nerd from a dumb teen movie.
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