I Absolutely Love This Video! I Have Seen The Video Of The Gay Guy Going On About How Unnecessary Pride

You remind me of an old seer who resides in a cave, and when young travelers seek you out in search of knowledge, you just sigh and say "I cannot give you what you want, for I speak the ugly truth, and you've come in search of beautiful lies."

But like a few travellers refuse to leave so now you have a ragtag group of starry-eyed listeners who hear out your prophecies and ask you questions, knowing the answer will most certainly be "Bella dies."

And occasionally an outsider comes along, asking about the Cullen's dog and Jacob's redemption, and all of your listeners shake their heads as your eyes begin to glow a burning, terrifying blue, and you say those unholy words, words that have brought monarchs to their knees and caused God to weep.

"Write the fic, anon."

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I think you win the blog for the month, anon.

i. it's not quite a poem; but saturday was the first day my family saw me in a binder. this includes my extremely catholic deacon of a father. ii. the weird thing about binders is that they make me feel like more of a girl. a better, mirrored version of a girl. i joke with my friends - how the fuck am i gonna explain that to a republican. maybe it's like color theory, i guess (children's hospital notwithstanding). when i wear a dress, i am frequently, vividly - disco-ball spinning and glitter lights - a boy. a boy in a dress. i look in the mirror and i'm like - what the fuck is this?

iii. i had never actually planned to come out. for ten years i only told, like, 5 people; most of whom were my partners. i'm not, like, shy or embarrassed about it - it just wasn't something i felt like i needed to share, really. i kind of feel my gender like. a favorite sweater. you can't really control what your favorite sweater is going to be. it's just like, this is the sweater that's comfy and cozy and you get compliments on so you wear it a lot. half the time you don't even realize it is your favorite unless someone else is like - oh, you're wearing your favorite sweater today, i love that one on you. and that little starburst of gratitude you feel when people care enough to notice this tiny thing about you - like that, i guess. maybe.

iv. i was outed 2 years ago by someone i considered to be a friend. what's wild is that she and i are no longer talking because of something completely unrelated. when i asked her what the fuck she was thinking, she said: you'll see. it's better this way.

v. there are ways it's better. i'll give her that much. i was never, like, hiding it, and all pronouns are fine for me, so it's not like i changed a whole lot. but it was nice; the gentle way people supported me. my best friend asking if i'd feel better in a suit at her wedding, even though i know it would have thrown off the pictures. nick asking me if i want to come along on guy-night pub crawls. plus, like, being in a very beautiful community. it doesn't seem like a lot - but in my adulthood, i've really figured out that life is genuinely and truly about the small things. vi. my father was pretty mad about the gay thing, but lately he's been really really hoping my '"i'm 10% straight in case of emergency" joke is - you know, not a joke. i'm never going to tell him about my gender. sometimes my gender has his ghost in it. i put on the suit and the binder and i'm like that's a possum in a costume. my gender is crying in another room, she couldn't make it to this conversation. plus, she's currently a dude.

vii. at the same time. my mother didn't want to make me upset in case it was a sensitive topic so she asked my sister about it, who asked me. the other day my mom gently corrected my father; using they/them (for the first time!) just-casually, as if she had been practicing - "hang on, i want to hear what they were saying." this woman was raised by irish catholics who didn't allow elbows on the table; much less fruity little troublemakers. my mother went to the library and got herself a bunch of books to learn more about being genderfluid, even though i never asked her to. as the saying goes - those that want to, do.

viii. i don't think i'll ever, like, "look" nonbinary. i know, i know, i know. there's no way to look nonbinary, and we both know i've done the reading and gotten the fancy degree about this. but when i was like 25 someone was measuring me for a costume and said - holy shit you have the same measurements as marilyn monroe except like. dude you're shorter and your waist is smaller. girls are probably killing themselves to look like you. and here's the thing - i know it was meant as a compliment. i know that. but i really, really, really wish i hadn't heard that. because my body is - and probably always will be - extremely, horrifically. feminine.

ix. and at the same time. it's not a poem, but on saturday my family saw me in a binder for the first time, and they were smiling. my sister cocked her head to the side. "it's good, actually. it's not that you look different. it's just like. a better view." she bit off a part of her fry before pointing the rest at me. "i don't know how to describe this, but ... you look more like you."

Hello it’s me again!

This time it’s for the duck fans! Have you seen any of these floating around the place? I’ve drawn a heck of a lot of duck comics- so many that they have their own section on my (strictly non-profit) website! Here’s some samples picked from my readers’ favourites-

As you can see most of them feature this guy- Gladstone Gander- and the above panel was the from the first comic I made with the intention of getting more people to know about him. I had no idea where it would lead…

Some of them have even been translated into German! ain’t that dandy?

If you like the looks of these or know them already, I hope you will consider helping me with my original works too! We’re running a crowd funder for my third book of my ongoing webcomic, The Property of Hate!

You can read that entirely for free on the same website as before, please check it out! Without your help I can’t keep making content like TPoH or the duck comics alongside- after all, the more funds I make from my own work, the more time I have to make it! You may have noticed I’ve not been able to post much duck comic work lately and this is very much related to the cause.

Cartoonists have to pay rent and bills, not just draw duck bills! Please signal boost with anyone who might be interested and help me get back on quack!

I have this quote out of the internet but I can so relate on that. Even though my dancing is on the unicycle I sometimes feel like when doing it while everything else in my life is breaking apart there still is a place of my soul which is whole and just waits till I dance to come out and be free and show me all the good stuff that this world has to offer again.

This is so wild because I literally had situations like this with my own therapist!

I mean she really tried to shift the focus on what I personally can do for my own personal future and what I want from and for my own future. Which is probably the only way you can really tackle this problem because there is just no way I can change the current political reality of our world in a therapy session.

However I am still left with the knowledge that in the grand scheme of things my future will probably be very difficult to fulfill or even exists in.

What I find very interesting about looking at how other generation have looked at the future is that climate change isn't a new problem. This shit has been going on for a while now and people have been worrying and trying to do their best to raise awareness for decades already. The only difference to young people in the 90s being concerned about this and people in the new 20s (2020) being concerned about this is that now there is enough awareness and knowledge about what will happen and that shit will go down soon. If we assume someone lives 80 years then someone who was 20 in 1990 will die in 2050 and therefore care mainly about what happens till then. People who are 20 in 2020 however will live till 2080 and care for what happens until then. And 30 years should probably not make such a difference yet here we are knowing that if experts say the sea levels will rise and things will get even more shit by 2050 that this affects nearly half of our live span. Our future of when we are 50 will just be dealing with a society that looked away so long that now they have to do damage control of situation that are too big to be able to just keep brushing off.

This is just a small piece of why I hate capitalism so much, because it has become a world view and not just an economic system. We live in capitalism that promotes that the economy is more important than human lives. And not just human lives of the future or human lives of places that are "far far" away but human lives right now, in this place! Ever since the pandemic has been going on the focus has shifted towards the economy and away from people. It is more important that we keep the economy on good course than that we make sure as little lives as possible are ended by this virus.

This shows that people in charge are not only more interested that the economy runs well for the cost of human lives that might seem more abstract (because it's easier to not care about things that happened into the future or far away (which is very shitty)) but that it has come to a point where it doesn't care what human might die as long as the economy is doing well.

On a very morbid level of mine I would like to see how it comes to a point where capitalism as it is established right now takes so many lives that the system doesn't work anymore. Because all the rich people suddenly don't have any work force to keep their factories running. To keep their wealth coming. Because suddenly people can't buy the expensive shit anymore because the gap got so big that there is only stinking rich or dying poor and no in between. Because I want to see their faces when they realize that they can not maintain power if there is noone left to have power over.

This kinda got off rails of what I was talking about but welp. Still bad at ending Tumblr posts XD

some of you guys have GOT to remember about fun

also tangentially related to my last post - someone i worked with years ago told me about this thing she always tried to do. she said that every so often, when she's with a friend, she let's a stranger 'overhear' a compliment. she'll go to the shop and, as she's walking away from the till, she'll say something like 'that cashier was so lovely, weren't they?'. or she'll wait until someone walks past and say 'gosh didn't they look gorgeous in that dress' or 'their hair looks amazing' or 'wow that person's tattoos were so intricate - beautiful'.

and it really stuck with me. imagine walking past someone and overhearing them say 'that outfit really suits them!' to their friend. imagine choosing to shine a little light into the world for no other reason than because you think it's a nice thing to do.

YOUNG KUVIRA (The Edge p.4)