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Compulsory sexuality from a Black lense is essential to me. I can never divorce compulsory sexuality from white supremacy when it's one of its tools. It's also hilarious to me how people who consider themselves to be anti racist on here bend over backwards to avoid addressing how white supremacy affects sexuality just as much as gender. White sex favourable people whether they're ace or not have done a 180 on puritanism, that sexuality outside of specific parameters is intrinsically bad and assumed and declared that their sexual attraction and sexual desires are intrinsically progressive and morally good by virtue of being sexual. 180 on puritanism isnt even a fully way to describe this action because under white puritanism, this action is fully accepted. White sexuality has always been equated with purity in a moral sense as well as a physical sense. White sexuality has always been considered intrisically good whether its religious celibacy, sex to produce a white Christian child, sex as duty within a white cis heterosexual relationship, the idea all vaginas and nipples must be and are pink, "flesh coloured" sex toys and objects being light coloured, the idea white performers are the most desirable... it's always been the default.

Black sexuality on the other hand, both of ace and non-ace Black people has always been demonised and shunned. Queer tumblr will boldly declare this is an anti puritanism zone, but continue to create moral panics about rap and hip hop for having the same 'freakiness' they claim to accept. Being a freak comes with terms and conditions. It's an exclusive club. Being a "sexual degenerate", "pervert" and a freak are aesthetics white sex favourable people can take part in for pleasure meanwhile Black people of any sexuality have been killed, targeted and sexualised for these exact same tropes, regardless of how much sex we do or don't take part in. Whilst being assumed to be innocent and sexually infantilised is an inconvenience and an annoyance, it is a form of white privilege Black people don't have access to and a form of privilege white sex favourable people are oblivious to. We can't be uwu soft hand holding beans. We cannot take part in horniness, sexiness and kink and be redeemed by whiteness directly afterwards. Whilst being uwu and fluffy is an inconvience for them, it is a luxury for us.

Under compulsory sexuality, Black asexuality is regressive. It's stereotyping, it's racist for Black people to be asexual simply because sexual attraction and sex are absent or there is very small amounts bc sex is "intrinsic" to the human experience and it's bigoted to say no. But raceplay, slaveplay, BBC, ebony and other Black fetishes are progressive solely because they provide sexual pleasure to the white person who takes part in it, even if the sexual pleasure is rooted in our oppression and dehumanisation.

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now 2 beanie baby dragons are crossing your dash together :3

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today's bug thing is this dragonfly pouch!

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Inner Rage Because we can't always let it out, so it just grows and grows until it consumes us.

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You know that Ada Limón poem where she’s like “i can’t help it i love the way men love”? my dad recently confessed to me that he became a shoemaker because they buried my grandma shoeless

oh…………………………………

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I absolutely adore how your art places a sort of beauty in death. It's a theme that really resonates with me

Are there any major sources of inspiration for you, or is it just something you've developed over time?

thank you. I’m glad it resonates with other people, it’s important to me.

though there is a lot of art and music and writing that have helped shape my ideas and aesthetic regarding death, I think for the most part it evolved slowly, from my experiences.

I am fascinated by the cyclical nature of life and death. we need death to live, we need life to die.

if life is beautiful and precious, then so is death. rot and death feed living things. isn’t that beautiful?

trigger warning below the cut for mentions of MAID (medical assistance in dying), cancer, mental illness, suicidal thoughts, and loss

this is a portrait of a friend, recovering in bed after cancer treatment. I painted this in 2017. a couple years later she chose MAID. she chose to die before the cancer could get any worse. Over the last few years, a couple members of my family ended up choosing MAID too. Despite feeling the loss of all three, I’m also grateful they had that option, that they could choose a peaceful and painless death.

despite the painful reality of loss, I believe our grief and remembrance are a continuation of the dead.

I’ve struggled with the depression side of bipolar a lot through my life. it’s eaten a large part of my last 20 years. (damn I just realized it’s been 20 years holy shit) and at a certain point, I think it changed my perspective on death.

this little poem has always stuck with me. it’s an old one, and the author is unknown, but it’s a very common epitaph:

Remember friend, as you walk by,

As you are now, so once was I,

As I am now, you will surely be,

Prepare thyself to follow me.

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where i’m at girls

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the culturally american past time of sitting in your car alone for no reason

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Tumblr, I propose a battle of wits!

I have put Iocaine powder in one of these two goblets. You choose, then we both drink.

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An alligator friend..

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my infant death

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not a single reliable narrator in sight

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due to factors such as "time pressure" and "tulle is of the devil" my expectations for this shirt are not high. but i spent a lot of time imagining these button bands and they turned out pretty nice

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Nobody told me that Mrs Beeton's Book of Household Management was interesting. Whenever she mentions some type of tool or area of life, she gives an account of its development from the Stone Age (not always a correct account from the perspective of modern archaeology/anthropology, but still). If I were an 1860s newlywed I would be hooked on this book.