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when you get cleared of regicide charges in the middle of HW

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Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.
At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.
At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.
“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.
The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.
I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.
I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.
I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.
I’m not worth the cost of a watch.
i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.
i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.
as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.
disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.
at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.
i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.
i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.
we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.
maybe it's ok for me to make art too.
i have a relationship with art that's a lot like my relationship with my body. i really really believe in body positivity and i love people who have the strength to allow their body to just be without loathing it. but for some reason it doesn't apply to me, i either have to get my body to be the shape i was before (or "should" be) or i have to partake in the self-loathing. i recognize this is silly and i'm working on it.
but with art it's similar where i genuinely believe that art is something we as a human populace have to do and that it's better to create bad art than not to create at all and that it's soooo important for art to be a valid option for a person to pursue as a career. and again i say "but not for me". and really that's stupid. i should let myself choose to do things that make me happy. literally who am i policing myself for. i'm the only one my dumb made up rules apply to. if they're holding me back why would i let them do that.
maybe it's ok for me to make art too.
the men in my life are all good men, or, at least, they are men who are not violent - and that is enough for a man to be considered good; that he could be violent but is not.
the men in my life are good men. recently at a hardware store one of the men in my life let me stand behind him, just a little, in that ghosting way that girls can learn. the disappearing technique we master of shadowing behind our Good Men. this was to protect me from a man who was not-being-good.
i fall down. one of the good men in my life offers me one arm like a knight, we are laughing while i clamber back onto my feet. i give the good men in my life piggy back rides because i like to show off how strong i am. i give the good men in my life run-at-them hugs. i let the good men in my life pick me up like i am a sack of grain; i get the good men in my life coffee, i make them sandwiches, i teach them dancing.
i am a man-hater, obviously. i am gay enough the insult is sort of funny. waiting for the bus, where there are men who are not-known-to-be-good, i google how to make a fist. i can never remember if the thumb goes on the outside or the inside, only that it is imperative that i do not fuck it up or i will break my thumb at the same time the man tries to break me.
i walk my dog around the track only-at-dusk and-no-later. i made that mistake once, in august, hoping i could take a later run and maybe see the stars - i romanticized the idea of being able to skulk like a fox. the man that followed me across three lawns, two road-crossings, and back to my car - he spent the whole time whistling. the good men in my life say - oh, do you need me to come with you? and are actually asking - do you feel safe?
i fall down in a supermarket. a man i do not know grabs the inside of my knee. i do not know if the man is good, but i am supposed to give men the benefit of the doubt, so i laugh while standing. a man trying-to-be-in-my-life says what, no hug? and i have to decide if it worth it to just take off or put up with it. a man who-might-not-be-good stares at me while i walk by - i have to calculate if he’s just looking or if he’s watching. other men have badly hurt me, physically. the casual remark made is that those men are not real men. but they were real enough, to me.
there are many men who are mad at me. an entire reddit thread once was dedicated to how to dox me for feminist ranting - it was kind of funny, when it wasn’t downright scary. i have been stalked and harassed and treated horribly. they are all good men, in their own lives, you know. they are not violent, usually, unless provoked, and all it takes for a man to be good is for him to not be violent unless provoked, and i am, of course, always provoking.
a man in my life rolls his eyes. “i am sick of hearing this. we get it, all men are fucking evil. get over it.”
a man who-is-not-good shouts something unwritable at me. i have to tell the good man i am standing next to - it’s okay, this is nothing compared to what-could-be, this happens, it’s really not that big of a deal to me.
“but it should be,” he says. “it should be.”

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Going to the library tomorrow to find out if I'm allowed to print hypothetical boobs for the GG copybook I wanna do
Libraries don't fuck around when it comes to copyright law
i'm going to tell you a secret now, and you're going to think the secret doesn't involve you, but it might.
first we must understand: there isn't a "wrong" way to be queer. i know this and you know this, we both understand this logically. the secret is that i still feel i'm often wrong in my queerness, somehow.
for a long time i identified as bisexual. i heard it a lot, then, about how to be queer the right way. i had multiple partners imply that i would eventually "choose" another gender. i was constantly inundated with requests for sexual favors. my queerness wasn't taken seriously by either straight people or other queer people - the assumption was that my queerness was temporary. even when i began exclusively dating women: when i called myself gay, i genuinely received hatemail about how the word gay was reserved for real queer people, not for bisexuals. i was invited to the party, essentially, but i wasn't invited warmly.
even now i see it. that any "straight appearing" couple is, in some way, not being "queer enough." that bisexuals shouldn't speak about their own queerness, that would be taking up too much space. that to be a real queer person, you must have some kind of list of (usually sexual) credentials.
so maybe that is where i learned it.
i've been out as a nonbinary lesbian for a while now; but i wonder about this a lot. i wonder if i would have figured it out sooner if i'd felt less pressure to act a certain way. heteronormativity versus my own community. maybe it is that i am on the spectrum but - there are moments where it feels like i'm not doing gay the right way. i think it's an observable truth that there are people who are more accepted in the community. that the community does shun others while still paying lip service to "diversity." that there is a visible in group, and an invisible out.
in part i know i do not "look" nonbinary. in part i know i do not "look" gay. yes, i know this is not technically a thing i am supposed to say - i am supposed to remind you that gender and sexuality has no true appearance. but this also just... isn't my lived experience. i know people do not look at me and see "they/them," and i know people do not look at me and see a lesbian. i lack a certain type of aura, i suppose.
and i want to have that, desperately. i want it to shine out of every pore of me. it just doesn't.
maybe it's because i was not raised with the same cultural touchstones that seem to pervade the constant narrative of what queerness "looks like." no i have not seen the L Word nor really any of the "queer media" legacies, but thank you for suggesting them to me. no i don't really know how to do carpentry. no i was not on a softball team - i did ballet, actually.
and i just do not have the same interests as often pervades every "queer event" in my locality. with all due respect, one can only do so much drag-bingo-brunch-drinking-trivia-comedy.
it is as if other queer people - cooler, more interesting, doing it correct effortlessly - are behind a glass door. i am allowed to watch. i am allowed even to be in the room. i just always feel like i'm a strange visitor, and unwelcome to it.
for the record, i want queerness to be bold and brassy and wild and free. i want rainbows and banners and shouting. i want us to remember the names of every person who worked for our freedoms, and i want us to do so loudly.
i go to these events and i can't help but feel: they're very lovely, but somehow, they're not for me.
i love being gay. i just got home from a 4-day "date" with my girlfriend. and still, i don't know. i'm not being gay correctly.
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wow dude jts so awesome that your car is loud as fuck and smells worse when it drives past. thags fucking epic man. i really like how it hurts to listen to you drive past and it scares people. thats awesome man. i really like your car that makes a loud as fuck fart sound. fucking epic dude

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I feel like a lot of people dont pick up on that: when youre texting with someone and they ask you a question theyre probably very much aware that they can simply google it. The reason theyre asking you instead is because they like talking with you and want you to explain it instead
Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.
Might I add:
The defeat of the wizard who made people choose how they’d be to be executed
The woman who raised the changeling alongside her biological child
The human who died of radiation poisoning after repairing the spaceship
The adventures of a space roomba
Cinderella finding Araura (and falling in love)
I don’t know a snappy description but the my nemesis cynthia story certainly lives in my head
hilariously, these are almost all in my fic tag. so, a compiled list from the notes (and some extras):
The God of Arepo (graphic novel 1 / 2 / 3) (ebook)
The Monster of Sentan
The Witch’s Cat
Raise Both Children
Stabby the Roomba (honorable mention)
Cinderella Marries the Prince (comic)
My Arch Nemesis Cynthia
Pirates and Mermaid
Eindred and the Witch
The Demon King
The Cornerwitch
Grandmother Beetroot
Apocalypse Daycare Worker
Grandmother Accidentally Summons a Demon
New Year Saga
A Story About Changelings
Ranger in the King’s Forest
The Difference Between a Hare and a Rabbit
Goblin Men (Canines)
I am in love with you /p
Adding Faceblind Prince Charming and Cinderella
21. The human who died of radiation poisoning after repairing the spaceship
22. The defeat of the wizard who made people choose how they’d be to be executed
adding the Doctors Without Borders one
I LOVE tumblr storytime, so here’s a bunch more your weekend reading. Enjoy!
24. The Queen with Three Cursed Children
25. Tiny Dragon with one coin hoard
26. Haunted house
27. Shark hero was about to go rogue
28. Grandma lives in the woods comic
29. A Different Aftermath comic
30. Battery (microstory but I love it so much)
31. It’s A Date comic
32. Supervillian kidnaps rival’s kid and they want to stay
33. Narrative Town
34. I have been hired to clean the wizard tower comic
35. Robot Apocalypse
36. The Statues That Do Not Weather
37. Kushiel
38. Tooth Fairy
39. Alien abduction
40. Felonious wish-granting
41. When humans met actual space orcs
42. Space cousins
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ppl who don’t make an effort to listen to their partner(s) abt their interests bc they “don’t like it” scare me
exactly. it’s not about whether you like it or understand it. it’s about sharing their joy and learning about who they are.
Real and true

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As much as I want to support ethical farming practices I will be buying the cheapest bag of frozen chicken thighs as much as the next frugal/poor person which is why animal welfare needs to be legislated, not left up to the invisible hand of the free market or some bullshit. Invisible hand of the free market finds itself around a lot of throats.
i have a suggestion
me too
my friend's discord server has a "proof of touch grass" channel where they post pics of them doing regular activities outdoors/in public. i think many online spaces could benefit from such a thing
when i was super depressed - like struggling to eat anything barely able to get out of bed to pee depressed - my good friend asked me every day to send her a picture of me holding a leaf and a picture of a meal i was eating and it helped me significantly
(also, she was never judgey - if my meal was a single potato chip she would simply say good job eating a potato chip today <3 )
which is to say, i agree proof of touch grass is a good idea for online spaces
This kinda required my brain a bit