It's been a long time since I've posted on this blog just because I've been very busy mostly with work because I'm very very broke right now. If anyone could spare a few dollars to help a poor queer artist out it would be very appreciated and would help me be able to make more time for art without you know becoming homeless
so this might be tmi but the first time i jacked off it was like 2005? I was playing the sims 2 for the first time and i didn’t know anything about Gay but i made my male sim kiss don lothario, which i didn’t think would work. i then googled “2 sims kissing (boys)” and that led me down a rabbit hole (lol sims 3 reference there), and yeah, ya know, I did the self-woohoo. that same night there was an oprah re-run about teenage pregnancy and i was horrified. oh my god, i was convinced i was pregnant, nevermind that i am a little cis gay boy with no uterus. nevermind that i was a virgin. i was CERTAIN I was pregnant. Like, 900%. I had done the nasty and had become filled with my own vile seed. I started getting really self-conscious about my belly expanding. I didn’t want to google anything about masturbation leading to pregnancy out of fear it would confirm all my worst fears. My male sim got abducted by aliens and came back with morning sickness. He gave birth to twin aliens. that confirmed it in my mind that it was biological possible for men to carry children, perhaps even their own.. what was i going to tell my parents when i gave birth to myself? anyway I went to the doctor with a cold and he asked me what was wrong and i told him i was pregnant and he pissed himself laughing. this whole ordeal lasted about 5 months, but the lasting effect will probably follow me to the grave.
[poem text: ma says there’s an angel in the creek out behind old mr. henry’s shack. she saw it when she was seven years old, playing by herself while her pa helped mr. henry with his hay bales: sliced her bare foot open on a jagged rock, and the angel swam towards the blood in the water.
ma looked right into the angel’s six blind eyes and asked him, “how come you’re down here, sleepin’ in the mud, when you could be up in heaven, plantin’ sunflowers for god?”
his wings were like a dragonfly’s, transparent and glimmerin’, and his halo was a ring of algae. the angel grinned, three rows of sharp teeth, and said, “girlie, god has plans for the bluegills too.”
I like zukka as a ship but I cannot go into the tags for content about it. why is everyone so insistent on making zuko a little femboy. so many people just see a long haired man regardless of culture/time period and call him femme. And they make sokka hypermasculine like hello????? he’s so fucking flamboyant ?? he wrote poetry, loved arts and crafts, wore a gay little purse, and did DRAG. in CANON. In a modern setting sokka would fix your car and then say SLAYYY do a death drop
I told my friend “Hey, Y’know that author, Neil Gaiman? He’s on Tumblr.” My friend just asked “…Why..?” I simply responded with “He kinda just chills here and we can’t get him to leave.”
Long story short, my friend compared you to a stray cat.
As someone who lives outside the UK, I find it so hilariously wild when "the monarchy brings in tourism" is used as a reason to keep this random family in power.
Tourists are not going to see or meet members of the royal family, it's not a Disney meet and greet situation.
Tourists visiting places of importance like Windsor and Buckingham Palace does not require an active monarchy to fuck over the working class.
If anything, I would be MORE compelled to visit England if the monarchy were abolished and the public were allowed to view the miriad of art the royal family have hidden away.
Visiting Versailles and being able to enter much better for tourism than if you could only look at it from outside because some nepo baby lives there.
So for anyone quaking in their boots about tourism post-abolition, worry not, tourists will come because seeing the monarchy was never the point in the 1st place.
yesterday i was hiking with my dog and passed by a family with their 14 yo princess of darkness trotting behind them in very unsuitable clothes and uncomfortable shoes that clearly weren't meant to get dirty on forest mud. oh the quintessential teenage experience of doing something in a way that is stupid and sucks because it's important that it's your own way 🫡
The experience of being a teenager, especially, is relentlessly being forced to do things by authority figures who have arbitrary power over you. As a result "Okay, I'll do it, but I'll do it in the least compliant way possible" is a persistent and entirely sympathetic element of being a teenager
Okay as someone who professionally works with kids, I'll weigh on on this and say: the thing about defiance and "brattiness" is they are defense mechanisms for having no power in your life.
Kids and teens do not have power in their life. Even in the most ideal of circumstances. They can't really make informed choices about voting or houses and especially in America, the entire social structure is hostile to letting them go where they want to go.
So OP is absolutely right and put it beautifully. "it's important that it's your own way." I've seen preverbal babies force their shoes off their feet in response to a completely unrelated obligation because I can force them to take a nap but I can't make them take a nap AND nicely keep their shoes on. It is arguably a pretty stupid defiance, but defiance isn't about being smart.
It's the scream of a person without power insisting if they have no choice but to do this, they will do it their way! And that's more important than practicality. It's more important than being reasonable.
I firmly believe that deep down adults aren't less bratty or defiant than kids are- they're just given more leeway and power so they're more used to having control and use that to cope. The average 30-year-old would absolutely have a meltdown in the pasta aisle if they were regularly dragged to places they didn't want to be by another adult who they were never allowed to be away from or choose where they were going besides very limited exceptions.
(also disclaimer that in using the term "bratty" I am by no means condemning this behavior. It's born of a frustration that is completely understandable.)
I think arts funding should be infinite and easily available to everyone. I think 13 year olds who only draw anime should receive funding to buy giant sets of copic markers and shitty local punk bands should receive funding for instruments and practice spaces and performance artists should receive funding for their weird and nonsensical projects
something so funny about katy perry singing ‘just own the night like the fourth of july’ at the coronation concert. yes katy, let’s take back the night, declare independence from the monarchy and throw them in the harbour
Luz was never the chosen one. She didn't come to the Isles due to destiny, or fate, and there was never any special plan made for her.
But she gets to become like a chosen one. She gets the cool magic power-up, and the most powerful being on the Isles, the Isles itself, chooses her. But the Titan chooses Luz for her kindness, and because she took care of his son. She earnt it.
And in the end, like the Titan told her, for her to get that power, she had to choose herself.
Can I mention that the Boiling Isles’ new pose, in spite of being the result of a demented racist trying to pilot the corpse of God, is pretty inspirational for the new world?
Before, the Titan’s bones were laying flat on their back (save for the knee), laid out flat on his ass from some final attack or wound from the Collectors, a defeated, deflated pose that was the primary view for generations of witches and demons who grew up under Belos’ shitty regime, who were generally likewise defeated and deflated, the skull an ever-watching reminder of their Emperor’s alleged “pact” with their creator.
But now? The Titan’s left arm permanently reaches to the fucking stars, grasping for a beautiful horizon, an act frozen in time, but symbolizing a new, promising era of freedom and love, the skull tilted slightly to look ahead (and kind of uppish) instead down over it’s own corpse, eye fixed on the future, brow awkwardly crowned with a shining, spire-adorned halo. The Isles themself motion everyone forward to the future, a last command from the Titan to progress, not stagnate.
And also it’s an absolutely fucking METAL image. Album-tier artistry.