I haven't gotten anywhere near Skirk yet and I'm already in pre-mourning for how wrong Hoyo did her. I wanted a weathered, scarred, ancient woman with scraggly hair and I knew I was never getting that, god forbid a woman in a gacha game be less than attractive, but they still didn't have to do her like they did ;o; she could at least have looked like an adult!
Sometimes I forget my mother is not a native Spanish speaker.
She speaks more fluidly than me, discusses topics more broadly, answers questions with more confidence. Where my tongue seizes up at inquiries, hers is free. Where I blush when I say chau instead of adios, she navigates greetings and goodbyes with ease. Where I default to ingles por favor, she answers español.
But she is not a native speaker.
I’m not, either, although I figure I’m approaching it. Spanish has been a member of my household for so long I can’t remember the start. Still, I can’t roll my rs and have to think about por vs para every time. It is a plight I accept.
My mother is a better Spanish speaker but so very rarely, I remember I have heard the language from a younger age than her. When she translates a phrase as a curiosity she has to wrap her brain around, I simply understand. Where she chooses her accent by who she’s speaking to, I have the language I have.
talking to a libertarian about prison abolition is such a trip because so often, they’ll agree and be like “yeah, the prison system doesn’t work, people are likely to re-offend when they get out” and you agree like “yes, you are absolutely right, which is why we need to-“ (said overlapping) “focus on restorative justice” “kill all of the prisoners”
like,,, excUSE ME?
and then you go off and talk about human rights and false convictions (with an emphasis on how frequently the justice system fails and wrongfully incarcerates Black men), and they say something like “well, as long as the streets are safe and they get what they deserve”
biggest niche fear is the one time i have to get surgery for anything (that means i have to get put under anaesthesia) my lead surgeon just happens to be one of those psychopaths who became a surgeon/doctor for the whole purpose of killing people
like if i'm going to die i'd like to know i was about to die, i wouldn't like it if i saw someone like mr stammets lean over me and smile with a scalpel in hand, then the happy juice hits and next thing i know i'm standing infront of the gates of heaven having st. peter read out my search history
i will remember with absolute clarity, when the thought strikes me that i have a text to send someone, that this is the fourth time in three days i've attempted to send this specific text
i will forget, in the time it takes me to pick up my phone, that i picked it up intending to send a text
When you're at a event, count how many people with mobility aids there are. If it seens low, think about why that might be. Count how many disabled bathrooms. Count how many unavoidable steps. Try and find one accessibility issue at the event and afterwards contact the organisers to ask them to fix it.
Many disabled queer people are left out of the Pride month celebrations due to accessibility issues, so if you're able to be there, you're already in a position to make it better.
[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]