I'm Here, I'm Queer

problematic sudoku solving skills gap

[ID: a Bluesky thread between ND Stevenson and Lee Ostertag. Stevenson's original post reads, "Latest strain of out-of-touch Instagram comment has been ugh of COURSE you'd end up with a man and like, TAKE IT UP WITH HIM HE'S THE ONE WHO DECIDED TO TURN INTO ONE". Ostertag's reply reads, "Omg are they saying I pass 💅 ". Stevenson's response reads, "LEE HELP YOURE DOING TOO GOOD A JOB THEY THINK I DUMPED MY WIFE FOR YOU". /end ID]

harry strolls up to ravi with a funny look and he's like soooo i heard may had coffee with this nurse and ravi who is entirely ambivalent to harrys one-sided half-hearted misplaced beef says yeah she had fun. harry says you weren't listening may went out with a guy. and had a great time. ravi says yes she did and she brought me back a coffee but it sucked. the guy was really nice. his name is ian. harry says oh you met the guy? and you're not intimidated? and ravi gets this sparkle in his eye and says nah i made him good coffee this morning and he was really cool. this morning? ravi just smirks at him. you made him coffee this morning? what do you mean? what do you mean ravi? then harry punches him in the face

I don’t think there’s anything inherently wrong with relating to characters, “they’re literally me” etc but if that’s the only way you engage with stories you’re kinda missing the whole point of Characters being vehicles through which we can see perspectives outside of our own. and also you’re going to get upset when the Character acts in a way that is not Personally Relatable to You

doubly for shipping. at risk if biting the hand that feeds me, a well written fictional relationship should ideally be more than a didactic template for how to have a nice relationship

For this game of dodgeball, I will be specifically targeting the gayest and most autistic among you to eliminate. 

Okay so normal rules then

wait I have one more story. there's a group of anti-abortion protesters who often set up by the Ethiopian cafe I hang out in, and when I was waiting to cross one of them held up an aborted fetus sign and said "how does this make you feel?" and I said "hungry", and then I was so satisfied by my own cleverness that I missed the lights and stepped off the sidewalk into oncoming traffic

i spot a plus size honey across the bar and start to chat her up until her bisexual boyfriend with a magic the gathering tattoo comes over and starts yelling at me so i turn him sideways so he can't make another action until his next turn