Algún día, Brillaremos Juntas.

every time someone says odysseus “just” loves his wife or “just” wants to go home, i get so agitated… you don’t understand. odysseus wants everything. he wants to be at home, and he wants to be a hero. he wants to die, and he wants to live. he wants his family, and he wants to lie to them. he wants to tell the story of his life, and he wants to keep his secrets. he wants to go back and for everything to be as it was, and he wants the glory and wealth and reputation he hard-won. he wants to be at peace, and he wants to do violence. he wants to sail past the sirens safely, and he wants to hear them. he wants the war to end, and he wants it to mean something. he wants to have his cake and eat it too. he’s the man of many ways. he’ll get his damn homecoming but he’s a rube goldberg machine. he doesn’t “just” anything.

Being able to draw older people as attractive without reducing or erasing the visual signs of aging, and in fact showing that they're attractive because of those signs, is an artistic skill that should be valued so much more. Honestly, it should earn you an immediate fortune because holy fuck is it a rare commodity. There are so many artists who seem to think attractiveness and aging exist in opposition to each other, so they smooth every wrinkle, erase every crease, and de-age the character until they're basically thirty with silver hair. But when an artist can look at crow's feet, smile lines, weathered skin, deep-set wrinkles, and all the little traces of a life well lived and say, "No, that's what makes them beautiful," that's a level of artistic observation and care I wish we celebrated more often.

what if you were a NUN and a LESBIAN and you were in love with the SOUL of EARTH and your only friend IMPALED herself so now you have a DIY LOBOMOTY and co-exist with your WEIRD COWORKER who is OBSESSED with you and the rest of your found family fucking SUCKS.