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wolf & bunny: a love story

i said it before: people only care about Children as an ideal. as property. as something that is Innocent and deserving protection From Evil Traffickers but also something Dumb that barely deserves the status of human with autonomy. and its fucking wild how even the staunchest communists think of this as normal, and how people refuse to understand that this dynamic is how kids are emotionally, physically and sexually abused, as well as robbed of their voices and too scared/ashamed to talk about it.

he did not do these things, but the expectation and judgement that he as a parent was supposed to take away her rights and the sheer power he had over her as a minor made him reflect a lot. and now people are mocking him for sharing this reflection, even as black kids are killed or sent into the school to prison pipeline, as disabled kids are refused humanity, as parents kill their kids to spite their divorced spouses, as trans kids get their healthcare revoked, as migrant kids remain locked in cages. even as these same people panic over child trafficking and pedophile sex rings and refuse to admit how much csa and abuse is from family members.

On some level, they know that they can't take revenge on the people or systems that hurt them. So they settle for taking revenge on an unrelated surrogate who can't fight back, and I find that level of cowardice intensely abhorrent.

Because I'm fucking tired of seeing y'all argue that cis men are the only one exempt from misogyny, but also argue that misandry isn't real. I think y'all have forgotten that the patriarchy doesn't love men and harms them deeply, even tho they get privileges. That, actually, there have been women who benefited from the patriarchy, while most people, every gender alike, were suffering. If the patriarchy loved men, they wouldn't bash them the moment they are being themselves and happy.

Addressing and acknowledging privilege is an important step. Deconstructing those privileges is an important step. But if the replacement for those privileges aren't new rights then we aren't taking steps forward, we're just walking in circles.

honestly this is the most badass ten of swords interpretation i've ever heard.  i'm stealing this

I highly recommend “My Grandmother’s Hands” for more of his thoughtful and nuanced words.

Three fish with one head, in a Javanese manuscript from Mataraman, Batavia, containing mystical texts, dated AH 1205 (AD 1790/1). British Library, MSS Jav 77, f. 16v .

There are many harmless behaviours in the world that are punished solely for being "weird". And whenever that happens, it's inappropriate and unjust, plain and simple. And I'm angry on your behalf that you had that experience.

Thank you for the kind words vox.

I apologize for coming off insensitive, I'd never thought about it from that angle before. I learned something new today, thank you!

I cut those people out of my life as soon as I was able to; it's been nearly a decade now since I've had to deal with it, and I'm incredibly lucky for that. I think, when I was venting about it, I was more... trying to understand the thought process behind it? I don't know why people think they have the right to do that to others. This goes beyond the scope of the initial premise but I just. Don't get it. I can only speculate.

And sorry for being so ramble-y. Still waking up lol.

Anyway, I'm going to apologize for turning this into a sermon and I want to thank you for being so considerate. I appreciate your time and advice!

So if helping people and showing them kindness and common decency is somehow selfish, then I would strive to be the most selfish creature on this earth.

Me, 3 seasons into this show: wow he really did huh

And here's the kicker; you're not allowed to acknowledge that. You cannot acknowledge that you are being coerced, you cannot acknowledge that your free will is not being respected, because that's punished too. Your boss insists that you act excited. Your parents punish you for acting surly. You are forced to fake enthusiastic consent, constantly. It's a fucking nightmare. Your hand is being forced, you do not have the option to say "no," and if you ever, for a second, try to acknowledge that, everyone acts like you're the aggressor.

I cut those people out of my life as soon as I was able to; it's been nearly a decade now since I've had to deal with it, and I'm incredibly lucky for that. I think, when I was venting about it, I was more... trying to understand the thought process behind it? I don't know why people think they have the right to do that to others. This goes beyond the scope of the initial premise but I just. Don't get it. I can only speculate.


[Image ID: A line that reads, “早上好” which is Simplified Chinese for “good morning.” Then a line of English text that reads, “good morning,” followed by a line of pinyin or possibly a different method of transliterated Chinese that reads, “gũ dé mào níng.” Then a line of Chinese characters which reads, “孤德貌宁,” phonically the same as the above pinyin, followed by a line of English text which is the translation of the above Chinese, reading, “Even alone, the moral one / appears peaceful.” End image ID.]

When read aloud, YÍNGĒLÌSHI (pronounced yeen guh lee shr) sounds like an accented pronunciation of the word “English,” while the Chinese reader sees the Chinese characters for “chanted songs, beautiful poetry.” Stalling coined this term (and “Sinophonic English”) to give a positive name to an increasingly widespread variation of English created by combining the two dominant languages of globalization (Mandarin Chinese and English). With over 350 million English speakers in China (more than there are Americans alive) many of whom speak English by recombining existing Chinese sounds into English words and sentences, this new hybrid language is already overwhelmingly present, yet its aesthetic potential has not yet been explored. Stalling’s book complicates any easy dismissal of so-called Chinglish by creating a genuinely uncanny poetry written entirely in Sinophonic English. Stalling rewrites a common English phrasebook into hauntingly beautiful Chinese poetry (which is all translated into English) that when sung, becomes an uncannily accented libretto, a story of a Chinese tourist’s one-way journey into this interstitial language and its sonorous, if disastrous, consequences.