Neca

Via etsy

Via etsy 

I always suspect that people who say “I’m not into labels” really mean “I’m too scared to look myself in the face and find out that I’m approximately [label]. That would involve being honest with myself about what I want, and it might end in people judging me for who I am, so I’ll dodge all that by staying amorphous. And instead of confessing that I’m confused about my labels, I’ll act like all of this is an affirmative decision.” Plus some bonus biphobia, usually.

who exactly decides who’s the Genuinely Label-Free Special Mystical Weirdo and who’s the Ultra Regular Stacy Just Trying to be So Special? bc let me assure you, most weird people regularly encounter both internalised and external judgement along the lines of “You are just trying to be special!” and “you’re just pretending to like this/be like that/dislike that!”

I’d also suggest that even those people who might actually be termed as “Trying To Be Special” do that because they’re trying to locate their own identity in the giant cauldron of conformism. Which, we all know, is an unpleasant thing to be subjected to, so I am not actually sure why are those people deserving of our scorn. I could blather about postmodernist society that’s gone mad with individualism, but it seems to me that most people’s experience nowadays is either “I am unusual in a Bad and Unpleasant Way”, which lands us at a therapist’s office, or “I lack all personality and am super dull so I must make an extra effort to be special,” which, I imagine, could also very quickly land you at a therapist’s office. Neither are fun ways to feel, and neither are actually true. My point here being: feeling like you either don’t fit in or that you fit in to the point of disappearing in a crowd is a pretty common experience in contemporary society. It makes sense that it’ll show in refusal to label ourselves. 

Fourthly - hell, is that even a word - plenty of people, including me, have legit reasons to refuse a label because of its political background. There’s a point here to be made about weighing personal integrity against pointless nitpicking against joining in to help a cause and/or increasing the numbers, but considering that OP seems to be mostly talking about people who refuse to call themselves bisexual, I have the following outrageous suggestion: this juuuuust might have smth to do with the fact that most people still don’t seem to believe that bisexuality actually exists. Plenty of this attitude happily persists even in the most progressive/lgbt spaces. 

Fifthly - that’s definitely not a word - I’d like to non-friendly remind everyone that all the bullshit gatekeeping that inevitably comes with endless identity politics is still alive and happily kicking. That might also have smth to do with the hatred for labels. After all, you never know when someone is going to come along and tell you that you don’t actually belong to The Group. 

Dunkirk | On location

Tom with Jack Lowden on set !!

hold two mutually contradictory ideas in your head:

the thing you have to write is the most important thing that can ever be said and it has to be you that says it, because no one else will say it the same way (and when you have finished, you have made a thing exist in the world that never existed before, and that is powerful magic)

writing is like taking a poop. it has to be done. the end result may be total fucking garbage but guess what? you get infinite other goes at it. you can do it as many times as you need to, to get what’s needed said. this applies whether you’re writing passionate rhetoric about the need for democratic reform in your country or whether you’re writing 100 words of teen wolf ovipositor fisting coffee shop au; you get as many goes as it takes. it doesn’t matter if you fuck it up. it doesn’t matter that it categorically will not be perfect. everyone needs to edit.

me, concluding my explanation to a 19-year old about what a “webring” was (via zarhooie)