Mr strider

Welcome to my house here are some stuff you should know about me!!:

My name is lex but I prefer if you call me devoted [toes is perfectly okay to call me though]

I struggle with the English language so please correct me if I made a mistake

I'm 40 and a half , intersex trans man non-binary who is also a lesbian [although I do have more confusing identities but I shall go with that]

I'm a neutral on proship vs anti discourse but I lean more into "proship" ideologies

I'm an artist who likes drawing their oc, I have a big chunky sketchbook full of my drawings :D

As seen in the picture, I struggle with memory issues due to both ADHD and MCI.

I have AuDHD, OCD and schizophrenia

I'm a fujoshi and I enjoy reading yaoi [or boys love], I also can make a recommendation depending on what you like.

This blog is very discourse heavy {or well it's political in some way} if you don't like that then block me.

I'm a selfshipper but I do not mind non sharers.

Anyone can interact, I do not have a DNI list [I think they're not helpful but to each their own] but I block freely too

This is not my first blog {there were other older blog such as novreader and devotedshitter /devotedshit}

I'm a slow typer {I had to write this for anyone who wants to dm, please be patient with me}

I'm in too many fandoms then I can count but here are some fandoms:

honkai star rail ⭐

Forsaken

Bungou stray dogs

Bungo to alchemist

Zenless Zone Zero

Kami no kodomo

And so much more!!.

I'm not religious nor do I follow any religion due to something in my past

I refer to myself in plural sometimes please do excuse me if that happens

I don't like eating raw tomatoes {or sliced tomatoes]

My favorite food is kabab and samosa {cookies are great too!!}

Excuse me if I'm akward as I said before English isn't my first language and I suferr with words a lot

Favorite band is klopek [very underrated] and lemon demon

I listen to a lot of music band and I yap a lot so I apologize for my yapping

Happy joyspitting

You know that thing where a story is written in tight third person limited — we’re meant to be inside someone’s head, seeing the world through their thoughts — and then suddenly the narration says “the blond frowned” or “the shorter woman sighed” about a person the POV character knows really well?

That’s called antonomasia — using a descriptive label instead of a name. And it’s fine when we’re talking about strangers: “the cashier handed her the receipt,” “the tall guy blocked the door.” The POV character doesn’t know their names, and we just need a quick way to tell people apart.

But the moment it’s used for someone the POV character already knows, it breaks immersion. Because that’s not how our minds work. We don’t think “the older man smiled at me.” We think “Mark smiled.” Or maybe “my boss” if that relationship matters in the moment.

Third person limited means the narration sits inside someone’s perception. Their inner monologue is the story’s voice. So when you switch from “Mark smiled” to “the blond smiled,” you’ve pulled the camera away from their mind and turned it into an outside shot.

If you want to create distance or irritation, you can do it on purpose —

“The idiot from accounting emailed again.”

That’s character voice. That’s judgment. That works.

But otherwise?

As soon as your POV character knows someone’s name, use it. While we do tend to worry about repetitions, names rarely register as such to the readers.

If you need variety for rhythm, use relational or emotional identifiers that make sense in their head: her friend, his partner, their teacher, the person they loved.

Because inside someone’s thoughts, there are no “blonds” or “brunettes.”

you guys asked for it......

Anyone who calls Mary an abuser or a toxic partner,I dislike every bone in your body-

You’re literally Calling a bedridden woman an abuser. James KILLED her,okay yes he is a broken man clearly, there’s hints around the SH surrounding how broken James got cause of Mary’s disease.

Mentalproblems,desires,dreams,shames,hatred,love, financial troubles,all in all allot of things that resulted in the action that James took. He broke! But guess who also broke! Mary!! The woman who was terrified of dying and losing James!

What people forget is how in pain and in misery Mary was! Her aftermath! I love Maria I really adore her character but i love Mary aswell, I’ve never seen such a level of pain be portrayed so well. People tend to forget how painful it is to be sick, waking up not being able to do the simplest of things like breathe properly or sit up, it’s terrifying. Mary showed how horrifying it is to be sick, constant medicine, hospital beds,the toll it takes and how broken the person feels when it comes to it.

She felt ugly,she felt hopeless,she felt scared and she pushed everything away due to that terror, due to that constant reminder of what she’s becoming. And in the end the yelling and screaming and fear ended, there was nothing she could do anymore, she accepted death,she accepted the fact that she was going to die.

Mary and Maria were two halves of the same coin, the caterpillar in a cocoon and the butterfly.

Maria portrayed what James desired but also what Mary herself desired in herself, to be carefree again. She also portrayed how caring and sweet Mary was, especially when it came to Laura.

I wanna tell you all about my mom. I know this is a sentence used against transmascs, and im a trans man, so I wanna use my voice to tell you about my mom.

My mom is a cis woman, a gender nonconforming woman. (I had to teach her gnc recently actually, because she couldn’t find a term that she felt accurate.)

My mom has always hung out with mostly guys, she can fix cars, we half-joke (because its true) that every time she breaks up with a man they steal her toolbox (they do). We’re going to negate her current relationship because my stepdad is a feminist who adores her, but not all of her exes where like that.

My mom has faced SO MUCH misogyny over her clothing, her makeup, her hobbies. When she was building her tiny model car, her ex would drunkly rant how thats a “boys hobby” and “she shouldn’t be doing that”. Her and my dad used to renovate houses when they were married, Dad would plaster, and mom would plaster alongside him. While also fixing doors and windows, and floors, and ceilings, and painting the damn thing. When she goes to autoparts stores, or car lots, they always talk to her like shes stupid. Recently shes been bringing her husband, so the associate will ramble his ear off, and when theyre finally done, her husband turns to her and goes “babe I don’t know a thing hes talking about, what do you suggest?” because theyre both just so pissed off about it.

Don’t get me wrong, my moms for the girls too! She’ll give her enemy a tampon type of person. But the girls turn their backs on her, quite frequently. Mom used to have a friend, a male friend, who would go to the bar with her. I knew him well. They’re not friends anymore because he used her hobbies and interests to try to sleep with her. He would always try to change her too. Mom likes cooking, so he would try to push her away from things like watching fantasy TV (he thought that was a more ‘male’ genre) or fixing up the house for things like cooking and cleaning.

And so when I came out as trans, it was a really hard time for my mom. She understands now, and shes a HUGE HUGE ally and advocate for me, and I couldn’t fathom having a more supportive mother, but she was really confused. Mom was worried I wanted to transition because the misogyny gnc/masculine women face. I didn’t shave, I liked playing with knives and multitools, when I did makeup it was always more Kiss/Marilyn Manson style, when my sisters did a Marilyn Monroe.

I remember her driving us home from the clothing shop I came out to her in, and the talk we had. She asked me if I was confused, and I said I was sure. She said that I could just be a tomboy, like her. That it didn’t matter what everyone else said about being a masculine woman. Having talked later as adults, she thought I thought the only option for the type of masculinity I have was to be a man. She was so scared for me and my safety because of how punished masculinity is in women.

So now, as I’m 23, and its 2025, Mom is still the gender nonconforming woman she always has been. Mom taught me how to fish, how to use a hatchet, knife safety, and how to cook and sew. I’m a man who picks up heavy things for her now that shes too disabled too, who wears makeup and nail polish with my denim cutoffs and binder, who still has to call my mommy when I can’t get this screw to screw in right mom, I dont know your tips and tricks.

And masculine women can exist alongside trans men. My mom goes to my hormone appointments with me to make sure these doctors are listening to me, she yells at me when I take my shots late, she picks up my hormones if I’m at work. Mom takes me to Pride every year, and god rest the soul of any transphobes that cross my mothers path. My moms for the girls and the gays, the he’s and the they’s, the its and the lesbians and everyone between. Mom will fix you dinner and your car, and we give her gifts on fathers day too because she was Mom and Dad growing up.

“white men can’t be oppressed” -> gay men

“heterosexual men can’t be oppressed” -> trans men

“cis-het men can’t be oppressed” -> intersex men

“perisex men can’t be oppressed” -> disabled men

“able-bodied men can’t be oppressed” -> neurodivergent men

“cis-het perisex white able-bodied neurotypical men can’t be oppressed” -> buddy let me tell you about wealth and class and homelessness and immigrants and minority languages and cultures and being a child and being an elderly person and and and

Hart was on testosterone, legally changed his name, and had gotten a hysterectomy (that was described as "unfortunate" by the Right to Privacy gay and lesbian political action committee), making him the first documented trans man to transition in the USA, yet he was characterized as a lesbian woman because cis gays and lesbians had the nerve (when do they NOT have the nerve, dare I say) to think they had the right to "honor [his] life as a woman" by having fundraiser dinners with his deadname attached to them, having college lectures where they talked about him as a lesbian hero, and using she pronouns for him until 2000. The USAmerican trans community, including trans activist Lou Sullivan, had to fight to defend Hart's identity and to have his manhood recognized by the wider community by protesting these lectures and dinners and having a conversation with the Portland chapter of the Lesbian Avengers association, which ended up having a favorable response and joining the trans community in the battle.

I want to end this by reporting the words of Candice Hellen Brown, a trans woman from Portland who wrote a letter to Just Out magazine in 1994 defending Hart's transness:

The Right to Privacy Political Action Committee in Oregon has a big fundraiser every year that is called the [deadname] Hart Dinner. When asked if I am going, I indignantly answer, "Not until they stop using the wrong name and gender for one of our heroes!" His name is Alan [. . .] He never wavered from his identity as a man, and upon his death, his widow continued to insist that he was a man. Why would such a straight man be called a lesbian by the gay community when today we would certainly call him a female-to-male transsexual? [. . .] He was transsexual or, at least, a transgenderist - a true pioneer. One who is seen as a hero by today's transsexual community. Please don't let him be taken away from us by allowing his old name to be used as though it were a badge of honor.