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[your-localfunk]

the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

[your-localfunk]

the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

[your-localfunk]

dame chanda was so iconic for going "ohh that poor sweet girl who I'm worried about is being set up for failure by my friend, what shall I get her for Christmas? Oh, I know! I'm going to give her an idol print of a mass murderer!"

[your-localfunk]

same bro

almost done means done right chat?

[your-localfunk]

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xoxo gossipgirl

me too bro, me too.

[your-localfunk]

trying to speak spanish after focusing on norwegian be like

[your-localfunk]

us?

i like whatever the thing the lesbian and her pet transmasc have going on

[your-localfunk]

sorry your boyfriend was just so sweet and bruised and mushy we made him into a bananas bread

[your-localfunk]

simp

youd give her the stars

but would she notice your quite infactuation

you cannot blame her

because you saw this coming

but it still feels

like the moon fell from the sky

and landed on your chest

whore

[your-localfunk]

oh my

love,

you are 

what the universe felt

i needed

Do you know that you have shaped me into what I am today? I would be a sad, unfinished half dead thing had you not saved me from the fate of a shapeshifting, uncertain imposter. I can't imagine a world where I can't speak to you, where we cannot reach each other so easily. People scoff and say romance is the strongest connection, that it's what humans thrive off, but I've felt the red roses, and their thorns don't make me cry with hard truths, with callouts, with love, they just hurt. When the world is gone, when we’re nothing but stardust and nobody can see any proof we ever existed, when there’s no audience left, I will still be by your side. We’ll be our own galaxy, our own garden, we’ll be stars next to each other and we’ll be us. Don’t you ever forget it. Don’t you forget I love you, more than anything imaginable. I would sing my way down to Hades, kill Hector, fly directly into the sun, if it ensured we would never be apart. When I say I love you it’s a reminder of the words tattooed into my bones, engraved in my heart. A reminder of how I could never tolerate being separated from you. I'll let you read the parts of me I don't like, let you see the poetry I'm not happy with, because it's you. And I love you.

[your-localfunk]

oh there’s no way in hell i just saw a tiktoker make a .3 second video w the troppiest trope of all time saying “and no u can’t write this” some of yall are insecure AND insane and so so so out of touch

[your-localfunk]

1999 artisanal upcycled duvet coat

[your-localfunk]

On Transphobia in Fandom

i think a lot of this discussion about transphobia in the fandom reminds me of christmas growing up (i know, i know, but stay with me, i'm making a point, i promise)

i remember growing up and being taught ALL sorts of things my brother wasn't. things about cooking and cleaning, things about grocery shopping and holiday prep work. i remember spending hours in the kitchen at the holidays to make christmas memories for people older than me!

and i remember all the men around me thinking those things just... happened. Popped up like christmas magic! or, if they did spare a second to consider the women who made the holiday happen, it was only ever just that. A second of thought to our hours of work. All this invisible labor that was taken for granted by the men in our lives, the kind of work they only ever noticed when we didn't do it.

i think about this a lot when i'm seeing cis people tell trans people they've never seen the transphobia in this space. i'm thinking about how little of it i've seen in comparison to what i know is out there. i'll be so real, i have never, with my own eyes, seen a creator be deadnamed, seen someone leave true 'we don't want you here' hate speech, literally tell someone off. I only ever see discussions about those things after the fact.

but i don't think that's because it doesn't exist! I think that's because all the trans creators I follow have been busting their ass to make sure i don't see it. they've been deleting and blocking, and curating safe and helpful spaces (not for me, mind you, for the young queers in their comments, for the people just starting to come to terms with themselves who Do Not need to see that shit)

my point is this, just because You aren't doing the work, doesn't mean the work isn't being done.

[your-localfunk]

i'm literally the priest's favorite sacrificial lamb because i am so docile and sweet and i hold very still when they put the rope around my neck and i trot along so happily while they lead me to the altar and they do not even have to tie me down because i lie so very still and only bleat once or twice in my lovely lamb voice and when the knife comes down it cuts through me like butter and i offer no resistance and i bleed so prettily all over my new white wool and my guts all unspool like the most beautiful shining yarn and my eyes are animal and dumb and hold no accusation and every time i die i come right back as another little lamb because the priest loves me so so much and he always chooses me for the sacrifice every time and he always places one hand on my small and twitching nose to calm me while he lifts the knife and he doesn't do it for the other lambs only me because i'm his favorite

[your-localfunk]

Just finished ‘Wasps in Winter’ by @otrtbs. I am distraught.

[your-localfunk]

in many ways wasps in winter is a testament to the place where i currently live and the surrounding towns in my area … my intent was that i would write it as an ode to my own southern gothic interlude and i’d move on once the story concluded

last summer i spent in this town was brutally hot, but relatively mild in terms of how hot it could actually get here and now we’re coming up on the warmer months and it’s already getting frighteningly warm … if you know anything about summers in small southern towns one year it’s milder (all things considered) and the next year it’s roasting

wasps in winter james talks about the heat frequently, the suffocating, all-consuming nature of it…and i share his sentiments !! this is such a long-winded way of me saying that i saw myself as being able to leave my own personal strawgoh, able to come and go as a please, but the months keep passing and im going nowhere!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! like i never saw myself spending TWO (2) summers here, and it looks like its gonna shake out that way. so. me and regulus 🤝

[your-localfunk]

me too oscar