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i recently found out what the * * * that sometimes separates parts of a text is called and youre never gonna fucking believe it

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You are my solution.
ohhhhj the mischevious smiler....
yaoi between two beautiful knights who keep ending up fighting each other but it turns out both of them are pretending to be men in order to be knights so its actually secret beautiful butch yuri. picture this
one is the handsome gentlemanly princely type with long hair riding on a white horse that all the ladies fawn over, the other is the badass grim bulky type with scars and a scowl and a big ass broadsword who always aura farms in the corner of the tavern alone
yep exactly
[woman who has never been gentle with herself voice] I just need to be more disciplined

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i read an anecdote ages and ages ago from a gay person who grew up with gay parents, and struggled to find any kind of belonging in the gay community because everyone else there was bonding over having homophobic parents. everyone else was defining themselves by their suffering and oppression rather than by their sexuality, leaving this gay person to feel like they weren't really gay because they didn't have the right experiences. they wondered whether more gay people would feel this way as more children grew up with gay parents, if the gay community would leave them behind for not having suffered enough. i think about that anecdote a lot.
a lot of the current rhetoric around gender reminds me of that anecdote. a lot of people are willing to go "transgender people are oppressed for their gender presentation, therefore if you're not oppressed for your gender presentation, you're not trans." but i don't think we should be defining ourselves by our suffering and oppression. what will we do, in a few years, in a few decades, as there start to be, say, adults who were supported in their transition as children? what will we do when a stereotypical trans person can genuinely say they didn't suffer hardship for being trans?
i'm afraid i know the answer. i'm afraid that people are going to close ranks as they've already started closing ranks against intersex people, against nonbinary people, against double binary people, against closeted people. as some people have started closing ranks against people who transitioned in the opposite direction from them. as many people have closed ranks against people with edge case gender experiences. "i don't consider you to be oppressed, therefore you are not welcome to share in this community you might otherwise belong in."
i wish people would understand that we shouldn't do this. i wish people would understand that we benefit from a broader, more inclusive community more than we benefit from whatever purity testing oppression olympics it is that i keep running into.

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english major macklemore: i read your granddad’s prose
therapist macklemore: i hear your granddad’s woes
coffee enthusiast macklemore: i drink your granddad’s joes
body mod shop owner macklemore: i pierce your granddad’s nose
pizza chef macklemore: i knead your granddad’s doughs
television network executive macklemore: i make your granddad’s shows
wildlife rehabilitator macklemore: i feed your granddad’s crows
blanket maker macklemore: i knit your granddad’s throws
sir mackle the more, knight of the great kingdom of seattle: i slay your granddad’s foes
rapper macklemore: i spit your granddad’s flows
we were sitting across from each other in the living room reblogging back and forth like it was a life-or-death yu-gi-oh duel
"the most unrealistic thing about project hail mary is that a woman is in charge" WRONG look up the glass cliff. women are much more likely to be promoted to positions of power when things are going poorly and people need a woman to blame. she refers to herself as the "world's whipping boy." the person put in the position to have to commit ecological and humanitarian crimes of that scale in order to save the earth would only ever be a woman.
the cat was sleeping cutely so i took a picture and went to show it to my mom and she burst out laughing and pulled out her phone and showed me a near identical one she'd taken a few minutes before
self-proclaimed free thinkers when the cat is doing a snooze:
half agony, half hope

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original poem by sara kleijn 🪐