Gryffindell

White girl crushes on white boy #1 and is annoyed by white boy #2. Finds out white boy #1 is a dick and white boy #2 is the love of her life.

Girl romanticizes older/cooler/famous white boy. Best friend nice guy is silently dreaming of her. After spending time with the ideal she realizes the nice guy is her true ideal. 

White girl in tough situation has repeated/consistent strenuous interactions with antagonistic white guy. In the end she achieves her goal and discovers she is in love with the antagonistic dude bro. 

White girls cheated on or left, join together and discover a sisterhood. 

Single white girls come together for white girls wedding. Chaos ensues.

yada yada yada

It is just another symptom of our Straight White Patriarchal society. You might have the odd Lesbian or non white character involved somewhere but they are still insanely homogenized story lines.

With #BlackLivesMatter, the Supreme Court debating Marriage Equality and feminism being a talking point, times are changing. More and more people agree that we are all beautiful, not in spite of our differences but because of our differences. 

The Desperate Man (self-portrait), Gustave Courbet

Grabbed these off of WENN this morning, go nuts.

Fearless heart

I’m going to take care of you

Whether spark or spiral

I apologize if this comes off as disrespectful to Michael Brown or Trayvon Martin. Or their families. Or YOU, the reader. I’m not about that. That’s not why I drew this.

I am just really freaked out that 40% of Americans (and 47% of White Americans) do not think that the killings and violence in Ferguson ‘raise any racial issues.’ Fellow White Persons, this is our chance to learn. This is our chance to change.

When Trayvon Martin was murdered because Full Grown Men in America are frightened to violence by the presence black children, the dialogue turned very quickly into a conversation about gun control.

And gun control is an issue that deserves our attention.

But it won’t change the massive poverty in Black America. The arrest rate. The education statistics. The institutional, systemic, casual, and passive racism that plagues our country.

And it wouldn’t have saved Michael Brown.

Anyway. I’m sorry if this comes off as disrespectful or insincere or preachy. I’m sorry if my execution (or personality) gets in the way of what I’m trying to say. I am an imperfect artist, an imperfect person, and I am, undoubtedly, blinded to a million things by my own glaring whiteness. So this might be… Lord, this might be awful. I’m so sorry if it’s awful. Really.

But. I just keep thinking… Look, my wife is pregnant with our first child. A boy. We’re nervous, we’re excited, we’re SO ANXIOUS because what the hell do you do with babies? WE don’t know. But if we were a black family… in this country… we would be so terrified. Because we live in a nation that murders the children of black parents, puts it on the news WITH RIOTS AND TEAR GAS as decoration, and still half of us don’t even see it as a problem. Can you imagine that? Can you imagine bringing a child into that reality, to face the odds we lay out for black kids?

That would break me. I’ve never known anything like that. No one should ever know anything like that.

So let’s talk to our friends about race. Lets talk to our families. And when actual victims of racism try to tell us what’s going on in, say, a peaceful community protest as they are being gassed and shot at by cops WE SHOULD LISTEN TO AND BELIEVE THEM. Let’s talk to each other about this until we are all on the same page.

An illustration from my upcoming Sansan illustrated novella, Marching Song. An epistolary smutfic with all illustrations by Bubug. Coming to fandom by Christmas 2014! You can read the WIP text on A03. Thank you for all your great reviews. Here are some of my favorite comments from the latest, Chapter 6:

zsra187: I didn’t think you could ever write anything hotter than Running Hunting, but you’ve managed it. Jesus Christ, this was so fucking hot

snuhutek:  and when I thought nothing can make me blush anymore, here you came. wow much hot. so sexy. such rude but so sweet.

coveredincleganedna: I’m in a smut daze. Who knew a letter could turn me (and Sandor and Sansa) on so much!