enzos goofy zone

some people like to get mad at disability benefits because they think its unfair people who dont work get a payout from the government while they have to work 50 hours at the human suffering factory every week. but if you tell them "yeah that sucks i think you should also get a universal allowance and not have to work 50 hours at the human suffering factory every week" thats apparently the wrong answer.

“Why do straight men act so gay with each other haha” bc they find gayness to be funny and feel the need to emasculate each other even when it’s on a friendly level. Do you have any other stupid fucking questions to ask me

Does anyone else ship Alvina and Amelia from the Amelia project? They’re way too “we’re just gals being pals” they need to kiss.

it’s been talked about a million times but way too many books now have a problem with telling and not showing. a character in the book i’m reading rn said “my therapist says my anorexia and drug use is my way of gaining control” girl i don’t want to hear that i want to see you starving yourself and snorting coke every time something goes wrong

podcasts could have been so good but they decided to make the main genres True Crime and Men Talking. shut up shut up the public yearns for audio dramas

i do appreciate how tumblr LOVES podcasts that aren't what most people think of when they think "podcast." you people love strange and terrible things happening to queer & confused characters, and i respect that

the online identity and gimmick-ifying of autism is so odd. I'm diagnosed with autism and yet I barely identify with any stuff I see about it anymore. It feels like autism is being rebranded as the Silly Guy Disorder that gives you smart and beautiful hyperspecific interests. it's not that I mind silly jokes or being lighthearted about being autistic- but when the entire social movement is based around marketing us this way, I just can't help but feel isolated from it. it feels like I'm not the right kind of autistic. I'm not marketable and digestible to common audiences, and therefore I am discarded by the movement in the name of progress and acceptance. it feels foul.

theres this thing a lot of white people do (and i myself have been guilty of) where we wanna be in on the jokes about white people, but also wanna preemptively excuse our mistakes, so we try to be cute about it like "omg im soooo white and stupid. white people suck and i am the worst one. i was raised in the suburbs ive never seen a melanin in my life. im so clueless let me tell you all the crazy things i used to believe-" and its like stop stop stop it nobody wants to hear this. its not cute its cringe. please. kill the instinct to turn your ignorance into an endearing character flaw. it doesnt work that way.

sometimes someone I follow falls victim to severe Character delirium to the point where they stop even saying the character's name and just refer to them by an epithet like some kind of malevolent entity whom they don't wish to accidentally summon, so if the sickness sets in quickly enough and I don't pay close attention for a week I'm just Never going to figure Who this bastard haunting my friend Actually Is. and I'll spend months scrolling my dash occasionally seeing appeals to "that fucking horse" or "my evil grub."

last summer i found a book of historic gay fetish art in a thrift store and there was an ink drawing from 1960 of batman and robin getting their dicks cut off and eaten by cannibals. and it doesn’t seem to exist anywhere else. is this like a historic artifact

i hate the way fat antagonists have their weight moralized and used as a metaphor for greed and corruption and i hate the way it's overcorrected into fat people being "soft squishy friend-shaped cupcakes who look like they give incredible hugs" and i long for the day we have nuanced, interesting, and complicated fat characters and most of all i long for the day people are normal about fatness