As hard and as ruthless as a rose petal

im dying at this because imagine if aliens came down to earth and then months to years later said: "oh btw your appendix? that's for regulating your sleepsnorp particles at splalelegix frequencies. super important to life on our planet. Yours is pretty to look at."

eating him tuesday once again

sometimes there's discourse to the effect of: It’s fine to write problematic stuff because the author could be working through their own emotions and trauma. And it's like, Sure. But actually it's just fine to write whatever you want anyway. You don't have to care about that. You can make art about whatever you want. People don't have to like it. And that's fine. Justifying your right to make the art you want is the mind killer. Just make it.

Every version of you was necessary. Even the ones you’re ashamed of.

doxxing myself. I’m on a boat in the middle of the big blue sea near some islands and dolphins and other random nonsense

Fascinating how what's considered feminine and what's considered masculine can change over time. The rebranding of being a horse girl into being a stereotypical feminine girly trait needs to be studied.

Look at classic children's novels. As recently as the 50s and early 60s, being obsessed with horses as a girl was depicted as strange and tomboyish, and the very concept of being obsessed with horses from early childhood and loving toy horses and desperately wanting your own horse being a "little girl thing" and not a "little boy thing" would send someone from the 1800s and earlier into a coma.

There's maybe a point to be made here somewhere about how when keeping and riding horses stopped being necessary to the functioning of society and became a more "frivolous" thing, it was rapidly rebranded as silly and girly and for women, but what do I know.

people don’t remember this but in the early 2000s white brunettes and white blondes were treated as something even deeper than different races- they were seen as like animals of two different species locked in a never ending battle for dominance. they were like yin and yang- the blonde was pathos and the brunette logos. it was truly something to behold.

I used to have a shirt that said "blondes have more fun" that I wore while brunette and when random men would say "You're not blonde" I'd reply "I'm also not having much fun"