When you know you're rare, you move different. You love different.
And you don't waste your rarity trying to convince anyone of it, you just keep on being rare until someone realizes it and won't treat you like anything less than what you are, which is rare.
imagine trying to convince your husband Loki to change into his Jotun form. When he finally does, after touching to your heart's content, you jump his bones.
Our endeavor—the politics of it—are more complex, more intricate, than what takes place... To be correct is insufficient. We must convince others to follow. We must win faith.
— C. Pam Zhang, Land of Milk and Honey (Riverhead Books, September 26, 2023)
Are you worried that your child isn’t getting enough nutrients? Perhaps the child isn’t even yours. It doesn’t matter if they’re a relative or a random kid you found by a dumpster, it’s your responsibility to make sure that they’re getting a proper serving of sand every day as it contains the minerals they need to grow big and strong.
Step One: Find some sand. Beach sand tends to be a bit salty due to the natural marination of the ocean. This adds flavor. You can also use sand from a local sandbox as nobody will notice a few scoops of sand missing.
Step Two: Find a child. This can be a younger sibling, your own kid, or just a random one you found wandering around in Walmart. The younger they are, the more receptive they’ll be to the idea of eating sand.
Step Three: Relax the child. Try giving the child a chemical relaxant like Xanax. Just be sure to give them a lower dose. This will lower their resistance to eating sand. Children are naturally picky eaters and often hate trying new things. However, it is very important to step outside of your comfort zone in life so teach them early that drugs are the best way to relax before trying something new. This will give them more confidence in their ability to handle new experiences and lead to an adventurous mindset.
Step Four: Ask the child if they want some sand. If they say no, try repeatedly asking them. This will prepare them for the intrusive thoughts that will probably come later from the trauma of this experience.
Step Five: If the child hasn’t taken a spoonful of sand yet, try the airplane trick. Tell them that the spoon is United Airlines Flight 175 and their mouth is the second tower. If you traumatize then enough, they’ll never forget the importance of eating sand.
Step Six: If the child still hasn’t eaten the sand, try encouraging them to sing. You can do this by singing the ABC’s. No kid can resist the ABC song. When the child has their mouth open, try throwing sand into it. If they still haven’t gotten the suitable amount of sand, try showing them an intense horror movie. Screaming increases sand consumption rates by over 3%.
Step Seven: Once the proper amount of sand has been given, have the child drink a big glass of water. Sand can be rough to swallow and water will help wash the rest of the sand down, leading to further sand consumption.
Step Eight: Get ice cream. This will help to rebuild the child’s trust in you as ice cream heals all wounds.
Step Nine: If the child isn’t consuming enough sand regularly, try slipping it into their food. Eating sand is great for dental health as it naturally exfoliates the teeth.
raw meat
on a string
dragged through
badger territory
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i will leave
my being here and
disappear in a
cartoonish cloud of smoke
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poker with the fellas
world domination with the ladies
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preach to me,
i’ll listen,
i just can’t say i’ll
heed any warning or
advice
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jump into the sky and
create this
ripple effect
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ponder my notebook
on the
stoop leading up to
heaven
what am i going to say to convince them?
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sign my
death certificate myself
i don’t trust anyone else with
my beauty
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the train stops here,
at the edge,
where the neon flickers and the
party thins out
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graffiti on my bones
this is ancient tradition
among idiots
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i love you
dear reader,
something in my temples
makes me greedily itch
'You identify yourself with a cause, and all that means is that your ambition acquires a flavor of sanctity. You can convince yourself that you're working for a higher purpose, a purpose so high that it places you above the law.'
TW: this deals with my coming out story and how it wasn't taken seriously. There's no mention of outward queerphobia, but I thought I'd just put it here in case that's something that could cause some harm.
Today is a very important day. It's the one year anniversary of me coming out to my parents as bisexual (I didn't realize I was ace then). I remember that I wanted to give them the card I made during Pride Month, but got impatient.
That day is probably inconsequential to my parents. Mostly because my mom has forgotten I like all people, not just boys. She's repeatedly told me "when you date a guy" or anything in that vain.
She was the one who told me about being asexual, but she's forgotten that too. And didn't really understand it a whole lot.
Even though my mom told me "I hope you don't think this is a whole coming out thing" and it hurt (and still hurts), that day was a coming out "thing". I'm gay. I like people. But I'm also ace.
My dad has been somewhat supportive of the LGBTQ+ in front of me. He sent me articles about different things happening to the queer community and talked to me about a queer football player. When I came out to him, he just said "okay" and that was that.
I'm very grateful that my parents love me, but sometimes I wish they would remember that I was attracted to all genders, even if it is thinking I am bisexual.
I don't plan on coming out again because my first coming out was very difficult. And I don't want to be met with the same reaction again.