#bulletspit

There was a long drive to be made and no one wanting to make it. They stood there; a pair of idiots in a parking lot, damn near playing Hot Potato with a set of keys until one gave in. Alex argued that he drove to the location. Missy argued that she made things easier by meeting up with him in Aurora and with the fact she still had to drive back home to Arizona.

When reason only continue to fail, they fought with their usual insults. Then when that didn’t work, they scuffled a third, maybe fourth, time. Missy’s victory was assured this round when she surprised Alex with a pop in his chin. It had only been grappling up until now, but she lost her patience last time when he got her hair all mussed. 

Alex was too slow to close his arms and tighten his grip. A “pop” from an irritated Missy is more like getting hit with a couple of bricks in a pillow case. It could leave anyone in a daze, but she knew he could take it. That he’d recover in a few moments.

Seizing the moment, Missy lowered herself to grab Alex by the waist and lift. Where, she had no idea, but the direction was backwards and Alex collected himself just enough to know he didn’t want to get caught up in a very messed up suplex that would only knock Missy out and leave him driving anyway. Alex tapped out. Missy stopped. She accepted victory by sliding into the backseat and rumbling a tired, “Fuck you.”

It should go without saying the whole thing pisses me off. They’re obviously out for brownie points, then reel back with that “I didn’t know where to draw the line” bullshit when they get got for it when they really should be admitting that they’re shitty writers. They also need to acknowledge the harm that they are doing when they’re the ones constantly getting praise for their shitty portrayals. Meanwhile, people of that very race and/or ethnicity are going about these portrayals with actual finesse and have to jump through flaming hoops to get just a lick of attention.

It’s one thing being shoved to the side because people aren’t interested in writing with muns of colour playing POC. I know that many of us lick our wounds, roll our eyes, and try to find some better people. Fighting gets really fucking old and tiresome after years of doing it. I know I reached a point where I just up and go without any warning when I get tired. That’s what I did last time it happened to me until I got yanked back in by some people who wanted to demonize me for being upset about shitty portrayals of Black characters done by a white mun. 

But to experience that and see white muns get pats on the back is pretty much the community saying, “Yeah. We are super performative and cry out for more diversity and all that, but if you don’t write it out in a way that caters to us, we don’t want anything to do with it.” 

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yeah it does. it’s called balance.

y'all got no taste.

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