Having a cranky crabby high frustration day and it made me think of something I hadnt in a long time
I was thinking ab how growing up I wasnt allowed to get mad or god forbid have an attitude (yeah having CPTSD and oh being a literal fucking child will do that to you) and how I would have to lie and say I was "just tired" bc that was more acceptable than "I'm fucking mad at you right now and I know that if I say anything about WHY I'm frustrated, you'll get mad back at ME"
And it's like we all knew it was a lie, like ffs let your kids be mad at you sometimes even when you think they have no reason to be! Especially if they have poor emotional regulation!! And for God sake look in the fucking mirror and see that they are reacting how YOU react to anger!
Idk it just made me mad to think ab how kids and teens aren't allowed to be angry or "have an attitude" and then parents wonder why kids act out. Like when you have no healthy outlet to deal with anger you're going to get it out however you can, and suprise grow up into an adult with anger issues! Who fucking knew!
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The most moderate, nuanced and productive people I have discussed the Israel-Hamas war with have been Jews, Israelis, and people with Palestinian family. Everyone directly affected by this just wants it to stop and to have peace and safety in the region in a way that minimises the casualty count.
The most extreme and performative and vile things I've been told are by people who have no connection to this and like to think they are experts because they have covered adjacent topics during learning, or read stuff online.
If all the randos in the west would just shut up for ten minutes and let those of us actually affected, with an understanding of the history of the land and the culture and the generational trauma experienced by Jews and Palestinians alike talk, we might actually have a chance to salvage this and stop it spiraling
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Being bigender while also not giving a single fuck about the gender binary is honestly such a combo
Yes, I am both a man and a woman at the same time. No, these two things are not at odds with each other. Yes, I still manage to be genderqueer in both directions. I wear skirts and dresses while being a man and I wear men's clothes and work to deepen my voice while being a woman
I may have two genders, but that sure as hell doesn't mean I'm gonna be using either of them correctly
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yknow I've been thinking about what dream looks for in friends and lovers and I've noticed that it's not necessarily people that are mean to him, but people that are direct. dream himself deals in metaphor and manipulation, it's simply what he is, so just about everything within his realm that he's encountering consistently will be such that as well. considering both his own tendencies, the environment it breeds, and his whole Thing about guilt and choice, it makes sense he would choose people who are clear and honest with him. he wants someone who will tell him how it is, but not what to do with that—even when it's not really what he wants, dream knows it's what he can need. I think that's why figures like lucienne, matthew, death, and yes, mervyn can be important! on some level, dream knows he's convoluted and shifty by nature, and he's tried to combat that with concise words and mind-melting beauracracy, but it can't fix everything. he likes people to keep him in check and I think that is the most self-awareness he has ever been capable of. so... clap? no? idk. nod acknowledgingly.
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I'm finally back into the way of kings and like.kaladin. Kaladin. Babe. My poor little meow meow. Sad boy times only. Prime Blorbo material. I would die for him.
What a shame bsanderson is such A Worldbuilding Guy and I'm very much more a character driven person where the world mostly exists to serve the narrative & themes bc like. Ho boy is this one dragging. The dalinar chapters SHOULD be smthn I enjoy! Sad old men! Guilt! Honour! Chivalric codes! The ever encroaching fear that you're losing your sanity! And yet. Mcdying.
Love shallan and jasnah. Absolutely fascianted by scholarly, philosophical and religious infighting and implications there. But Kaladin is THEE cosmere guy of all time. He's uprooted even my mistborn era 1 faves. Guilt complex chronically depressed sometimes suicidal enslaved soldier is actually meant to be a healer and a surgeon and he is kind. And good. He doesn't want to be a miracle but for his men he will be. But he also said fuck the lighteyes class oppression all my homies hate this shit. I stood ZERO chance of him not being my fave immediately
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... The way i know these alternate versions of Adrien and Marinette are going to have a healthier relationship than the originals, but theyre gonna try framing it as a bad thing because they're "EEEVIL."
They're going to have open and honest communication with each other [since it looks like they're still choosing to work together as a team] and Claw Noir is gonna display some form of agency in his actions but the writers will be like "NO, this isnt good! Adrien can't have any agency of his own because he's too emotional and he exists just to be a pretty prize Marinette wins after defeating the villain."
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Im going to start swearing more in front of doctors in order to seem more male coded , i just thought of a super masc thing to say about my jc life (did hockey during jc) and im thinking of driving fast and dying in a car crash in order to seem more assertive. In going to buy ... black combat boots. Actually im going to wear my brothers army clothes to my next appointment (in six months) and im going to get a girlfriend who i treat like shit because im not emotionally attuned to her needs and she’ll just have to spend the entire session trying to hug my arm while i shrug her off. And ill call her babe. And im going to pull out a butterfly knife during the appointment and play with it (spinning it flicking it) , actually not a butterfly knife because butterflies are for girls i mean chicks , im going to get a swiss Army knife and pop open a beer in the middle of my appointment and drink it throughout the thing and at the end of the session ill break it over the doctors desk and threaten to stab my girl with it as a joke and then we leave but she has to hang back for a few seconds to say ‘sorry about the mess!!!’ Hi
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Poem a 15 year old Milo wrote (and then performed at a school talent show event)
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You said that I turned you straight.
And if you are straight and you were straight that how many times did you lie to me. How many times did you call me beautiful. How many times did you push my hair behind my ear and say that you loved me.
How many times did you kiss my scars and say that I was perfect. And that I would forever be your baby. How often did you see the vulnerable parts of me. The parts of my mind that I couldn't even fully understand.
How many times did you see the real me, and still want to hold me when I was crying or sing me to sleep.
You say I turned you straight. But I think I turned you away. Because I had those thoughts.
I have those thoughts.
The guilt from seeing another girl and feeling sick to my stomach. The image of my sexuality having a big red x over it, crossing out all thoughts of admiration.
Your smile was all I could see in a crowd of strangers. When I look at a sunflower all I can see is the way your eyes light up.
The way your smile turned to a laugh as if it was slow motion. How you were always warm when I was cold.
The way your fingers intertwined with mine so well.
How we laid together like two missing puzzle pieces under a sofa. We might not have gone together perfectly but at least when everyone else left us behind we had someone left to love.
You say I turned you straight.
Because you don't want to look into a picture frame and find the love of your life. It was easier for you to say that none of it was real, than it was for you to move on. Easier to waste two years of your life and say it never happened. Easier to forget than to grow.
I was a flower in a broken pot. Dying and dropping petals on the table, you tried to pick me up and when the thorn pricked you, you threw me away instead of letting me grow stronger and protect myself.
I was thrown away
All because you said I turned you straight.
milo, 2.16.23
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