"I want to be a professional ballerina," my best friend said. She was five, and her mother a former beauty queen from New York.
"I want to be a soccer player," I said. I was five, and already I knew that I was not made from beauty queen pieces.
It is not that I wanted to play soccer. I did not, especially. It is what soccer meant.
If I had two choices, between soccer and waxen sculptures, rigid lines, soft pastels, and practicing the dance so I would not "thump like elephants down the stairs," I did not want the latter.
Soccer meant mud. It meant running. It meant pads I strapped to my shins and fighting with boys and wearing pants.
"Soccer," I said, even though what I felt was "I want to wear pants."
I did not see the grit in ballet, nor the ferocity. But I feared its femininity, so like the lockbox of everything else around me. I feared the quietude, the script of dainty nonsense, the sitting with my legs together for hours on Sundays while the boys rampaged in the side yard, tasting honey sweet sun in the mud they kicked up. I feared suffocation, and soccer was an hour of freedom, when I could sit on the ground, pick at grass, run or not run, drink the sky through small sips like I'd punched a hole into a Capri Sun pouch. I was not good at soccer, but I was good at being at soccer practice.
Once, watching my brother tumble down a hill, I turned to my mother and said, "I wish I was a boy."
And she said, "Don't say that."
So I didn't.
But what I'd really meant was, "I wish I had not been born in a cage."
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as a certified Diagnosed Autist(TM) i cannot stress enough that i am not only pro- self-diagnosis, but also pretty anti- legal medical diagnosis. it is, at best, a cruel hoop we have to jump through so privileged people will deign to give us what we need. don't fucking do that shit unless you have to, it was disgustingly expensive, fucking humiliating, infantilizing, and dehumanizing, and would probably actively cause problems in my life if i didn't have some really good allistic (-passing) people in my corner and also wasn't so fucking disabled that it mostly doesn't matter.
literally get that diagnosis if you need it for job/school accessibility shit or SSI or whatever, and otherwise dont tell the government SHIT about yourself. there is zero good reason for them to want that information. that's between you and the people you want in your life.
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guys why is every megumi x reader insert a bubbly quirky sociable basic white girl im pulling my hair out someone PLEASE show some justice to the introverted and reserved girls with moody attitudes
like fr im lowkey a maki kinnie (and a megumi kinnie) why cant i find reader inserts like them>!?!?!!>.
if someone can find some blogs writers or fics with reader inserts like this PLEASE LET ME KNOW HELP A GIRL OUT
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So I go by Nick with most of my friends at this point and use any pronouns and theyre all very good about switching it up sometimes but one of my friends primarily refers to me as "he" which is cool i dont care but it didnt register to me as an issue until i met up with him and some of his straight friends a while back and on seeing me they all had identical looks on their faces like they were short circuiting and one even asked my friend "this is Nick?" At which point i realized they were probably expecting a cis man and not a fem person in a crop top with boobs and so on and now i eagerly await the day i meet more of his friends just to see it happen again because why have a gender if ur not gonna be funny about it
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i was thinking about your dirk and hal poll and i want to mention that i think your concept for ink and iron where dirk creates hal from his reflection by enchanting a mirror is so cool 😌
thank you! hal's predicament and purpose within the canon narrative is so fascinating and i felt it was really important to find a way to explore what i find most interesting with him. i can't take full credit for the concept though i took inspiration from a few placees (one of my friends pitched the idea of the mirror accidentally dumping him onto jake's doorstop for example) but overall i think the idea is very fun and i'm really excited to write more hal stuff!!! also i'm going to take the opportunity to share this oldish doodle i found:
the mispelling of angel as angle was NOT intentional (<- dyslexia haver) but it probably explains a lot. he's pointy
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So uh, I did a thing...
Social constructs, and how it feels to talk about gender as an enby/agender person
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We don't talk about that
Maybe you'll be okay with it now
People change, after all. Everyone changes.
But I remember how I saw drag queens for the first time on some dumb daytime talk show
And I remember thinking "That's weird but as long as they're happy"
Until you sat down and calmly told me that they were not evil, but what they were doing was a sin
Talking in your teacher voice
I was confused, but I nodded anyways
Wasn't a sin supposed to hurt someone?
I remember how you watched the Oscars in a furious rage the year Brokeback Mountain came out
Curled stone-stiff like a gargoyle at the edge of the couch,
And how you sat back with a satisfied huff and said "Good, that's the way it should be" when it didn't win Best Picture
You don't even care about the Oscars
It wasn't even a good movie, it was just boring and sad and no one got a happy ending
But, like, it's not about sad films about men kissing, or sins that don't hurt anyone
It's not about women in wigs
It's not even about hate
It's about the ones called the fathers going out and living lives
and the ones called the mothers saying home and getting fucked
It's about the boy cousins getting multitools and girl cousins getting bath sets
It's about me cracking a joke in first grade and the teacher going "quiet!"
And a boy two seats over cracking the exact same joke five minutes later and the teacher laughing
It's about someone taking you and forcing you, step by excruciating step,
to recognize dirt and clean it, anticipate hunger and feed it,
see a grown-ass adult man and know that your five-year-old child self is responsible for his care and upkeep
whining and fighting and complaining every step of the way
(while the boy cousins play Nintendo)
and then later they have the nerve to tell you that women are naturally caretakers.
It's about how I'm still not exactly sure
if the devil scooped out my brain and stuck a stranger behind my eyes,
someone who would adorn themselves in long lashes and hunger pangs,
if you would even notice
It's about how, until I was 19, the only words I had to describe myself were "girl, but wrong"
It's about this guy randomly telling me he had feelings for me
and me not feeling anything at all towards him, not one thing, not love or curiosity or boredom or disinterest or pity
not one thing
and I said "okay" because I didn't know what else to say
(turns out that was the wrong thing to say)
It's about being body-checked out of the way when some guy lurches forward
to pull open the door that I was just about to open
and he holds it open like he's announcing the fucking pope
and he's half blocking the doorway
and then he kind of glares at me when I sort of awkwardly wriggle past him
and don't make eye contact and don't say thank you
I didn't ask to play a bit part in your street theater improv
I definitely didn't ask to be typecast
It's about how being a woman makes you less of a man
And you can always be less of a man
But you can never be less of a woman
It's about a game that isn't fun and no one wins and everyone has to play it forever
And no one is willing to admit it's a stupid game
And the people who do, the people who realize that it can be fun, all the players who say it's not a game want to kill them
Like actual death
I don't know if I'll ever tell you
I never talk to you anyways
and I'm pretty sure that if we went to some gallery that was unexpectedly displaying
Electric Fan (Feel It Motherfuckers)
That even if I explained the story behind it,
the deliberate disregard,
the lovers torn apart and denied a final comfort,
the history of all the people who were erased by their families,
(the unspoken question of what you would erase-and-replace on my gravestone)
you would still wonder why I was making a scene crying in front of a stupid box fan
You're embarrassing yourself
Thank goodness we don't have any of that in our family
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I have a sibling who's questioning their gender and may be a demi boy (maybe? I don't quite grasp demi genders yet, but I'm trying). They want to experiment with that and work up the confidence to tell our mom eventually, but our mom is.... not exactly very open to gender discussions
She acts like trans people are weirdos, and she's in the group of people who think they/them and neo pronouns are stupid, and. While I don't think she'd throw out my sibling or do anything super extreme like that, I can only do so much to be supportive here
I listen to my sibling, I let them talk about their gender stuff, and I ask questions and give feedback when they ask for it. There's a lot I don't get yet, but again, I'm trying ^^" does anyone have advice here, regarding any part of the situation? There's nothing that can be done as far as our mom goes, but my sibling and I are open to advice and encouragement and things
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id: a digital drawing of a sentry from ultrakill, showing it in full view. it’s slightly turned to the left, standing up right with its left paw lifted slightly off the ground. the background is black with a blue rectangle behind the sentry and there’s also a blue outline around the machine. end id
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I do think a lot of the exploration of "what it means to be a woman" in Barbie was very heteronormative focused. Which like...didn't bother me much but it did mean that America's big speech made me check out a bit because it didn't resonate. It mostly reminded me of all of the "being a woman is suffering" straight feminism I see that always makes me be like huh...can't relate so while she was going on I was just like...man in all honesty being a straight woman seems like it suuucckksss glad I don't have all That. Glad it resonated with other people.
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had a lovely pride and at the end someone ran up to me and gave me a homemade aro bracelet which they were apparently trying to give to all the aro people there and so that was like the sweetest thing ever, shoutout to that person
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Okay so I've never talked about this to anyone but when I saw that in Wish, all the friends are based on the Seven Dwarves and that Bashful is portrayed by a teenage girl...it felt like time.
I don't think y'all understand- when I was five and obsessed with Snow White, I thought Bashful was a girl. I mean, I knew he was meant to be a guy. But the fact that Bashful was a guy DID NOT compute in my child brain even though he (like it feels even weird to call him a "he") has a huge ass beard. Because I was so used to seeing cartoon girl characters have eyelashes as their defining girl feature, the image of a guy character with big thick eyelashes was BEYOND me. I googled Bashful again just now and like, does it make sense??? That child-me saw this character and was like "yeah that's a girl, in my heart I believe that's a girl"???
That's not even the only weird gender thing I considered about the dwarves as a child and you have to understand, I did not know Discworld existed. But I was already on the train and speeding towards the destination. It just took me like several decades to reach it.
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on a completely different note in regards to my toshiroposting. spoilers under the cut again
are we going to talk about how his persona is. explicitly referred to with she/her in contrast to. toshiro who's only referred to with he/him. i mean there is the oddity that ernesto is 1. gender flipped che guevara???? 2. based on his friend from high school (because erina) but despite that a persona is. still an aspect of yourself. toshiro you've got some gender to think about
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love that gender doesn't really matter on the qsmp unless it's funny and/or queer
and as someone who's an agender nonbinary, i support this message
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