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an actual mistake I've made
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I'm the opposite of a hater. I'll watch clips from a show I've never seen and I'm immediately rooting for the characters. You tell me about an art form I've never heard of before and I'm like "holy shit look at how good this is!" I'm wishing that the customer service rep's day gets better when I see they're in a bit of a sour mood. There is so much beauty in the world but you gotta go out looking for the way the light glistens off the water and trees, not just wait for the weather to get better.
Thinking about that part in the Moomin series where after getting transformed by the magic top-hat Moomin has to convince everyone that it's actually him.
Specifically the version from the 90s anime where he's crying and sobbing to his mother, who treats him with tenderness as she searches the supposed stranger's eyes, as if trying to find Moomin's very essence within this new monstrous form. And Moomin's getting really desperate because the long silence makes him think nobody believes him and he's ready to break down completely and give up knowing he's stuck in this new body.
Until Moominmama determines that yes, this is her darling child, and through the power of a mother's love he is transformed into his former self. Her love is what allows everyone else in the room to see that this is the same Moomin they've always known and loved.
Like, I know that entire novel and its subsequent adaptations are one big queer allegory, but that part really fucking hit hard for me as someone with a very tenuous relationship with their own mother. When I come out to her, will she be blinded by her ignorance and distaste for "alternative lifestyles" and antagonize me? Or will she too be able to see in my eyes that I am the same child she has always loved and that she will continue to love in this odd new form?
There's just something about being transmasc and relating really hard to a text post only to find out it's filled with tags like #girlblogging and #hell is a teenage girl
I always have trouble explaining to people how dysphoria feels to me, what it's like to look at yourself when you're trying and all you can think about is all the ways you're failing. So I drew something about it.
This is the closest I've gotten to realism since middle school (and the closest any of you are getting to a face reveal). It's also the first time I've been satisfied with how I rendered my nose without using the airbrush tool to death for shading.
I admittedly got a little lazy at the end and needed to make some last-minute tweaks, so that's what the deal is with some of those funky lines.
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bro shoutout to whoever designed the Season 6 promo image for House this goes so fucking hard
*Gansta's Paradise starts playing*
When I act femininely it's in a "gay man" way, not a "womanly" way.
When I wear flashy colors it's because I take pride in my fashion, not because I'm a femme.
When my hair is grown out, it's in a "glam rock" or "beach bum" or even a "stoner punk" kind of way, not in a "cute quirky gal" or "majestic young lady" way.
When I use dudebro language, it's "fun and laid-back", not "rude and improper".
When I use a polite tone, it's because I'm being nice to a stranger, not because I'm a subservient little thing.
I'm a "pretty boy", not a "cute girl".
I'm a "guy with a fat ass", not a "woman with child-bearing hips".
I'm a "short king", not a "little lady".
But you wouldn't see that, would you? How far do I have to go to get you to see me?
