persephone977

Texts From Superheroes

Well... MediumAevum is back on your dashboards after exactly FIVE years! A lot has happened in that time, but the only constant is how much I missed my followers/friends, curating content for you, following fandoms and tumblr humor. I can't wait to get back in the saddle! I'd love to see how many of you remember following MAe, what you miss, and what would you love to see?

When i was in 3rd grade, a friend of mine, my neighbor, was doing the old "finger eyes" asian mocking thing while saying "ching chong wai!" at another student on the bus. after we got off the bus, i told him that doing that was kind of racist (i wasn't as confident about speaking as i am now).

He told me it wasn't. He was italian.

that is my first memory of a white person telling me something isn't racist when i brought it up. It was not the last. here i am, over 30 years later, and folks are still saying it.

It is because he had never experienced racism of that nature before. he had no reference points. his radar wasn't up for that.

Mine was. Most PoC have had their radar up their entire lives. Since even before they knew what that was. it comes naturally.

it is frustrating because when white americans want to but in with their opinions, PoC generally say, "your opinion doesn't matter."

but i want to be clear. It isn't because you are white.

It is because you lack the experience or education to speak on these things.

Like if i met a white person who grew up in korea, and faced xenophobia in korea, then they would have some experience. Hell, my brothers and i faced some of that racism in korea just for being mixed koreans. But if a white person had that experience, then they could have a nuanced opinion on subtle racism.

However, and i cannot stress this enough, there is a limit to what you have experience with even in that situation.

Take me for example. I have experienced racism due to being hispanic, being asian, and for being mixed race. So i can speak to my experience on all three of those vectors and subtle racism in general.

You know what i don't shove down other people's throats? My opinion on racism that black people experience. Or anti-semetism. because even my experience does not reach those topics. I'm not white. So you cannot blame whiteness for my exclusion from having my opinion listened to. It is because of my lack of experience.

so please, excluding white, inexperienced voices when we discuss racism is not, in an of itself, racism. it is simply a judgement call based on experience.

Texts From Superheroes

3266. Dognut

Tried using Clip Studio Paint for the first time :)

Another dose of corgi goodness.

Texts From Superheroes

Whether we’re talking about bears, bees, or begonias, it’s populations that evolve, not individual organisms. But each organism’s fate —whether it lives or dies, whether it reproduces or not — plays a role in what happens next in its population. https://youtu.be/mFvmY9JASO4

[image description: A youngster in lavender striped pyjamas stands on the bed, holding tight to the wooden footboard as the incredibly long legs of the bed move them through 4 different panels of space and time. Text reads, “59, Galloping Gertie ~ Small God of Escapism”]

“Gosh, Gertie, where are we going to go tonight?”

The sky is blue; the sun is shining.  It’s the middle of the night, but the sky is always blue and the sun is always shining, except when Gertie wants to count the stars.  When she wants to count the stars, the sky is black with midnight and glittering with diamonds, and no one has ever heard the words “light pollution.”  But right now, the sky is blue, dotted with puffy white clouds like promises that tomorrow will be better, and today is already pretty darn great.

She smiles, and her smile is the smile of every mischief-maker and every prank-puller since the beginning of time and children.

“Everywhere,” she replies.

The game is on.  The game is always on.  The game has been on since the beginning; the game will be on until the end.  The end of what?  Of everything.

Individual players come and go, of course.  Everyone comes to play in the beginning, when the world is sunlight and rainbows.  Even the ones for whom such pleasures are too dear to be afforded come to her, sleeping under bridges and in the backseats of cars, still reaching for the joys of childhood.  But though she is a frivolous god, she is not a childish one.  Her form might say otherwise.  Her faithful know the truth.

She is there for the mother whose child wastes away in a hospital bed, whether that child is four or forty.  She holds their hands, she wipes their brows, she shows them to her rainbow palaces and she welcomes them for as long as they need to stay.  She is there for the hiker with the broken leg, lying at the bottom of the ravine, waiting for the elements to finish them forever.

And she is there for the college student too broken and worn down to continue, for the man working three jobs and still not meeting the bills, for the administrative assistant unchallenged by her work and struggling to find motivation.  She offers them a hand and a glad cry of “Adventure is ahead of us!” and the game is on.

The game is always on. 

• • • • • •

Texts From Superheroes

It's nice to know all corgi owners do this.

I love that we all find the bunny ears trick independently.

Texts From Superheroes