im gonna start a fight; and, at the same time, i need you to take this in the most good-faith way possible, but:
videos that involve body-checking and intentionally (and uncritically) show a mealplan of an unhealthy number of calories are just a revamped version of pro-ana food diaries.
and yeah, i know there's arguments. i address some of them under the cut. but at the end of the day, we're just coming back to romanticizing mental illness; we've just found a better platform for it.
this is already something we've done. we knew it was wrong and tried to stop it. and tbh. it just wasn't enough.
there are people who argue "well, what if you have an eating disorder, you can't help it if you don't eat!" except that as someone with an ED; we are not infants. we know what we're doing. part of having an ED is that you are like, maybe too self-aware. even if we can't help our own food choices, we don't need to fucking romanticize the disorder - something we've been warning you about since 2013. there are hours of setup, filming, and editing that go into these videos. they do not happen to fall into place randomly. there is a reason they are pieced together to be beautiful, bright, inspiring.
there's this woman who pretty much only posts daily plans under a normal amount of calories, and everyone defends her saying but it's better than nothing! and i'm like. except she opens those with images of her showing off her body and provides no context in the video or caption that suggests that she believes what she's doing is unhealthy. she has hundreds of thousands of followers on a platform designed for young kids and teens. i refuse to believe that by accident her content just happens to be cheery advice on "healthy" versions of starving.
for any other symptom of mental illness, we would be incredibly enraged by this kind of placid acceptance of a "tips and tricks" fast-start guide. imagine if people posted pink & pretty videos saying "best places to cut yourself" as if it was a fucking storytime. we, as a society, are so fucking fatphobic that we would rather accept blatantly harmful displays of self harm than admit that we are obsessed with a hyper-thin body type.
i am not suggesting someone never talks about their disorder. i talk about mine. actually, it's a plot point in my book.
here's the difference: i recognize it's a fucking mental illness. i am very careful to never mention a specific weight, eating pattern, or calorie plan. i always make sure to position it as something that ruined my fucking life. i do not put cheery music in the background and hearts and sparkles over my worst moments. i do not film it in bright light. i do not start each passage with an image of a thin body followed by "here's how to look like her."
eating disorders should not be framed as aspirational. and the problem is that society worships the "after" image, so long as you don't get too sick. there is a reason so many people who quit being "influencers" will later admit - i wasn't eating well that whole time; an obsession with food was completely destroying my life.
we let any uncredited, uncertified person write the most backwards, fucked up shit about how to get the body you desire! because the underlying, secret belief is: well, at least they're thin! and the real thing that fucking gets me each time - they make fucking money off of it. their irresponsibility and societal harm literally pays off for them.
"why do you care so much." "don't like it don't look." "so what if people experiment with new ways of thinking of food?"
thank you for asking. we're about to get extremely personal. it's because when i was 18 i discovered "thinspiration"/"thinspo." and it absolutely influenced, shaped, and codified my pre-existing eating disorder. i went from having some troubling habits and traits to being incredibly unwell within what felt like a matter of days. there were actual pages designed to train me on how to have an ED correctly. it was all so suddenly easy. i was sick; and the nature of the illness meant - i wanted to be sicker.
it takes an average of 7 years for a person to fully recover. i know this personally - even now, 10 years from the worst of it, i still fucking struggle. i am so much happier now and i eat what i want and i literally don't think about food at all (19 year old me would shudder) and yet - i still fucking know the calories of plain toast with butter.
an eating disorder is one of the deadliest types of mental illness. over 1 in 4 people with an ED will attempt suicide.
and i'm sorry. i just do not see the exchange rate of "high rate of engagement" versus "the value of a human life."
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jake sully + sex pollen hcs~ ⋆。゚✧。⋆
been a long time coming this one. ur welcome 🫠
• jake becomes not unlike a wild animal. the only real difference for him, is that unlike a more dominant or greedy lover such as quaritch or ronal, he becomes desperate
• it starts with hot flashes, then the swift lust-tinted gaze that overtakes his field of vision. his tail begins to swish and flick side to side, the little tufts of hair at the tip form a sharp point, alongside his ears; now perked up and swivelling every few moments for any specific noises
• jake's pupils dilate, his mouth falling open, and his chest taking deep, heavy breaths in hopes of slowing his racing heart. but to no avail, as the blood rushing to his engorged veined blue length can't be ceased
• he'll then be onto you. although if, such as this case, the pollen hit during a hunt or while he was out on a patrol, he'd be unable to do more than stay right where he was hit by the soft, flowery pollen
• after the initial widening of his bright green eyes, jake would buckle under this new-found sense of need, hitting the soft grassy ground beneath him almost instantly; his throat almost gasping for breath as his hands roughly palm the green blades, digging fervently into the blueish soil beneath it
• the lusty groans would start, and his hips would begin eagerly humping the lush earth underneath him; his hips gyrating hard and desperate into the ground, forming a new groove within the dirt from where his hardened cock rutted up against it
• unlike the common assumption, when male na'vi become affected by pollen, they become so physically crippled by the swift biological changes that there's no time to go into 'heat' per-se; they don't become aggressive or dominant, but physically desperate and unable to form even a single coherent thought.
• his desire during heat would be to fuck, and best of all fuck you, but being hit by a puff of this rich, almost waxy pollen would create the most enticing mix of shame, disgust and confusion paired with a biological, almost chemical need to breed something
• suddenly anything is enough; the sheer pressure of arousal bulging against his loincloth, erecting his nipples, making his short gasps of hot, thick air turn into pants of erotic desperation only spurring him on in finding that sweet release
• there's no time for jake to mount his ikran, or get up and find his way back home by foot or flight; he needs something, and he needs it now. so here he is, hunched over, grinding and shamelessly thrusting his now fully-uncovered cock into the warm, damp soil
• his face upwards turned, eyebrows scrunched up, fangs bared and tongue darting out, eyes blown wide in both shock and need, his ears arched back in focus; jake's features contorting in a mix of revulsion and pleasure, as he hadn't even chosen this, yet with every fibre of his physical being he had to chase this urge
• thick strings of precum oozed out of his throbbing tip, the bulbous head now easily sliding in and out of the smooth soil beneath the grass; jake's once hitched groans had since become wanton moans and whines, small droplets of sweat dripping from his forehead onto his hands in sheer exertion, as his tail wildly swished from side to side, slapping the ground behind him in uncontrollable sexual excitement
• his eyes had since scrunched up, going glossy from unshed tears of arousal and heat; the pollen had only been a new growth, not even mature in it's size or capacity, yet a single inhale had turned jake's once calm mind into a chaotic mess of the need to sex something
• his hips only bucked harder into the earth, braids and stray hairs cascading around his sensitive ears and broad blue shoulders; the usual slight glow of white dotting along his skin had become a bright fluorescent, illuminating his rough, quick movements in the dusk-lit undergrowth in which he chased his orgasm
• jake's tongue was now fully on display, his ability to control his body lessening as the time passed. snarling as his eyes took in the now mushy, almost gooey blueish earth underneath his cock; his sticky precum almost drowning the surrounding soil; his sounds turning into unintelligible animal chatter, "...unhg...hnhgh... uhhnhgm..g-god, ffuck... mhnhgh..", "...fffu-f-hnuhgh..a-ah, uhhnngh...hungggh...sh-shit..unghhm.."
• his movements sped up, his back curving downwards to better plunge his pulsating length under the damp soil; sheathing his dick inside the almost muddy undergrowth, only to drag it back out, letting long whines and hisses escape his lips at the oversensitivity
• jake's fingernails began to dig into the dirt, legs rhythmically humping the surface as his toned stomach and biceps flexed in equal parts forced effort and erotic anticipation; his knees likely covered in nicks and hands in bruises from the merciless onslaught of heat, compelling his body to seek out his release
• after mere minutes of desperate gyrating and filling the open air with his unabashedly erotic noises, his once little leaks of clear essence had now become long globs and strings of sticky white cum, spurting ream after ream from his red, desperate cockhead
• the damp earth had begun to almost suck him back in, his tip, shaft and swollen, tender balls being caressed and squeezed by the almost sentient soil; coaxing all the hot, thick seed from his throbbing cock into the moist, fertile ground
• after some final gruff and agonising pumps, jake spilled every drop of his sweet, warm semen into the almost burrow-like opening he'd created in the earth; his head bowing down, satiated after the seemingly never-ending heat had finally washed over him
• heaving a sigh, jake rolled over to rest on his back, lying fully spread out, exhausted from the intensity of the hard fuck he'd endured. his now softening cock rested against his thigh, his heartbeat slowing to a steady pulse, eyes slowly growing ever-heavier as he drifted into a deep, restful sleep
+like usual, lmk your thoughts! ;)
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hey. when cis society is oppressing a trans man, what he is experiencing is. In Fact. misogyny. i'm sorry i know none of us like to be reminded of our agab, and it hurts whenever people perceive you as the wrong gender. but a cis person hate-criming, assaulting, verbally abusing, etc, a trans man is not doing "transandrophobia" because they do not perceive him as a man.
they perceive him as a woman failing at her gender, as a woman who has been seduced and lied to and manipulated because women are so easily led astray, just like it says in the bible. they perceive him as a woman who has been mutilated. they perceive him as a dyke that needs to be fixed. if they are hate-criming him because they *do* perceive him as a man, because he passes well enough they aren't thinking he could be trans, then they're doing so out of homophobia, perceiving him as a gay man, a pervert, a sissy, a danger to children. OR, they are being transphobic but specifically because they think he might be transfeminine instead. when cis society oppresses a trans woman, they are able to do it on multiple levels at once. She's a woman failing at her gender, a dyke that needs to be fixed. Or she's an evil and grotesque crossdressing pervert, a rude caricature, a danger to polite society. she will never be doing enough to escape oppression entirely, no matter if she gets every surgery she can and wears makeup every day and passes perfectly, because she lives under a patriarchy, and she's a woman, so she lives in a panopticon, and HAVING to get surgery and wear make-up to be respected IS oppression, especially if the alternative is being hate-crimed.
trans women (and trans men who pass) are not experiencing "transandrophobia" when a 'queer women and nbs" event turns them away at the door for being too masculine. they are. IN FACT!! experiencing the byproducts of misogyny in a patriarchy!!! where the terfs and coward cis women running those events and occupying those spaces have been taught (sometimes through experience, sometimes by men, sometimes by women) throughout life that men = stronger and more dangerous than women ALWAYS. That they need to protect themselves at all times and always be vigilant. That men and women can't be friends without sexual tension (and so as queer women the mere existence of what they perceive as a "man" is a threat). That women need a separate sports league because they can't possibly compete with someone who has even a little bit "extra" (an unquantifiable amount actually because there isn't a standard range) testosterone. That women should cook and men should fix cars. i promise you, i promise i promise i promise. it's misogyny.
like!!! you don't say cis gay men experiences "androphobia", bc that's not a thing!! you sound like fucking mens rights activists guys please! you don't say a black man experiences "misandrynoir"!! because living in a patriarchy fundamentally means men do not experience oppression based on their gender. its not happening. shut the fuck up.
stop walking us back to 2014 can we please take a step forward and stop bitching about this. there are genuine issues in the world and i'm frankly sick of people who should be smarter than that needing to be gently hand-held through this fucking explanation for the millionth time and still stomping their feet.
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