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2020.06.20

Me when im in an area

bananaeatstape:

not very new hyperfixation rediscovered write a poem abt it

haunteddollsgeorg:

I thought I might share one of my new tattoos. A couple years ago, a dear friend and I coined the term “fish bag moment”

A fish bag moment might be sitting all alone in an empty new apartment after coming out and upending your life, or starting a new job in a brand new line of work because it’s closer to your dreams

It’s what happens when you take a leap of faith or make a hard decision for yourself, when the future is so hard to visualize and everything feels scary. You’re just a fish in a bag and you can’t see where you’re going

But you’re on your way to a bigger aquarium

inkskinned:

they made rotting a real human emotion, by the way. you too can experience an extant form of decay. just tell the truth and have nobody believe you. look a loved one in the eye and see the little flicker of doubt in there, the sad turn of the mouth. watch them weigh the significance of love, of trust. listen while they say i know you think that’s true, but…

dendrochronologies:

maya angelou saying the funniest thing anyone has ever said about editing, which i can never let myself forget EVER AGAIN [x]

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lumsel:

I’m kind of at a point where the “queer spaces” i feel safest in are the ones that have a pet cishet dude or two hanging around

When a space cares a lot about making sure its members are queer enough to participate, you get a space that aggressively polices the queerness of its members. There’s no way around that, it’s pretty much tautologically true. Only by paradoxically not actually caring if you’re queer or not can a group really accept the full range of what queerness can look like.

Also, a space that has room for a cis straight guy who means well and wants the best for his friends has two crucial things going for it.

1) it has space for people who are learning and might fuck up a bit while they figure things out, and that learning process is probably not so godawful and unpleasant that a guy with other prospects would have to be a fool not to go find some nicer friends. This is nice because it is very difficult to personally embody the entire alphabet at once, and learning how to be good allies to one another is a crucial part of queer solidarity. It’s nice for that process not to be painful.

2) it has space for people who aren’t yet willing to or comfortable with presenting an externally queer label to continue to exist and soak up the queer vibes and information, which means it’s welcoming to actual questioning people rather than the theory of questioning people. Probably it therefore has more interest in actually doing things rather than hierarchy politics.

3) it’s probably not a radfem tar pit interested in weaponising you against people they’ve decided to hate in a social smear war that benefits nobody and nothing but their need for a power trip

Oh it’s even more than that! The cis straight guy is very often a ride home, dad or husband. Or a Bob which I will explain in this essay is a signifier of a healthy ecosystem, like frogs are.

This is a 3 am take so consider this a blanket apology and a readmore but if you hate this post you were warned.

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this is how you lose the time war 💙⏳❤

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a moth for halloween (work in progress)

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realizing that sticking to the “do it bad” “do it scared” mentality implies theres also a “do it bored”

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well. did it bored 👍

DO IT SCARED. DO IT BAD. DO IT BORED. DO IT HALFWAY. DO IT WRONG. DO IT EMBARRASSED. DO IT UGLY. DO IT LATE. DO IT DIFFERENT. but by god do it <3!!

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At the gate for my flight home from visiting friends and there’s a woman here with a service Shiba Inu. No pics because he has a Do Not Disturb vest and taking pics of strangers is illegal but I need to stress how ON DUTY this animal is. Ears up. Eyes doing Lazer scans of everything. Examining everyone who passes within 10ft like a security guard. Ass planted on her feet. I have never seen a dog with such intense chivalric guardian energy before. He has tiny eyebrows and they are FURROWED with concentration.

Man behind me having unhinged phone conversation. There is an internationally famous dairy in the area I was visiting and he was commissioned by the lady on the other end of the phone to collect specific cheeses from there. The lady is very high strung about the type and condition of the cheese.

The man does not know from cheese. The man “ain’t never seen no cheese but orange before” and “I showed ya list to the cheese lady so if it’s wrong it’s her fault ok?”

I am 80% sure she sent him there for a really specific bleu cheese, 40% sure he does not have the very specific bleu cheese, and 100% sure he’s done with her shit.

Our flight is delayed.

He does not have the cheeses in a cooler, just a regular backpack.

I need to emphasize that there is no cooler bag in the backpack. He has Jansport backpack that is jam-packed with cheeses. There is apparently $405 dollars worth of cheeses in that backpack, which I know because he has been trying to get the lady to venmo him the expense, which she has failed to do. It is unclear whether his relation to the lady is romantic, familial or what, but I’m leaning towards “what”.

Two more people have joined us. One is a very elegant man with a perfect manicure in a tailored business suit, the other is a neon-haired person of indeterminate gender wearing a fox kirigumi. The Shiba Inu has been staring at the latter for three minutes now.

Uh oh.

Cheese man has been demanding payment because apparently he went like six hours out of his way and paid with his own money and between the cheese and price of gas, he is pretty sure he does not have enough money in his account for an Uber home.

The lady is FLABBERGASTED that he is demanding payment at all, as she was under the impression he was doing this for her out of the goodness of his heart.

He’s not having it. He’s insisting she told him she would pay him back- he would have gotten her maybe one cheese somewhere closer to his business in the area out of love, but he went out of his way because she agreed to pay him costs+ extra to cover it.

HE RECORDED THE CONVERSATION IN WHICH SHE PROMISED TO PAY FOR THE CHEESE, SHE’S THAT MUCH OF A FLAKE.

I am about to offer this man cash for some of these cheeses because our flight is now more delayed.

“YOU ALWAYS DO THIS! YOU ALWAYS DO THIS AND I FALL FOR IT EVERY TIME! NO! NO! FUCK YOU! IF YOU’RE NOT GONNA PAY ME, YOU DON’T GET FANCY CHEESE.”

“OR ELSE WHAT?”

“I’m gonna-? THE BABY SHOWER? MONICA CAN’T EVEN HAVE THIS CHEESE SHE’S PREGNANT!”

“The cheese lady asked if it was for someone because the mushrooms or whatever in the cheese are dangerous for the baby or something?? You wanna poison Monica?”

“WHY WOULD I LIE ABOUT THAT?”

“YEAH OF COURSE I GOT THE CHEESE, THATS WHY I DON’T GOT MONEY FOR UBER!”

“YEAH, GO TELL! GO TELL MOMMA I STOPPED YOUR STUPID ASS FROM KILLING MONICA OR THE BABY! FUCK!”

*hangs up phone*

*head in hands, borderline hyperventilating*

The man in the three piece suit is in the chair next to him. He waits a moment, then reaches into his carryon and pulls out an entire bottle of wine with the TSA pre check sticker on it, and taps cheese guy on the shoulder.

“If your friend doesn’t want it, would you be amenable to having it right now?”

Naturally, I have volunteered my box of wheat thins and offered to buy one of the harder cheeses which should be fine if it makes it home.

Meanwhile, Kirigumi has noticed that the Shiba Inu is staring at her and is correctly intimidated.

1. This is some fucking great Camembert. I have compensated cheese guy accordingly. So have like six other people. He’s recouped like half his losses.

2. Cheese guy is crying a little about the cash and opening up about his problems. The cheese lady is his younger sister. Suit guy is being very generous with his Pinot Blanc. We are having a picnic/improv family therapy session.

3. This is apparently the latest in a long string of his sister asking for something and then flaking when he asks to be paid back. Started with paying him back only some of what he was owed, then claiming something she paid for him was of equal value when it was not, then recently telling him his memory is wrong and he said it was a gift or that he’d do it for free.

“Yeah, the specific thing of trying to convince you your memory is unreliable is called gaslighting and it’s really fucked up.” I say

“yeeeeah. The other stuff I forgave because she’s never really had a good job so she can’t pay me back all the time but at least she was making an effort y'know? But that was. That was over the line.”

“If you haven’t already, check on the rest of your family’s finances. My brother started trying to gaslight everyone when he started stealing from our parents.” Says Pinot Blanc.

4. Shiba Inu Lady has purchased a cheddar. Apparently, the dog’s name is Donut, and he’s her service dog because she’s severely visually impaired.

“Oh, he’s a guide dog?” Asks cheese guy.

“oh, no.” She laughs. “He’s too short, and the way my eyes are, it’s easier for me to navigate with a cane. No, the problem I have is that some morally impaired people see the cane and think they can get away with stealing my bag or assaulting me because I wouldn’t be able to give a description- which is wrong, but rather than deal with that I got Donut, and he helps me by howling at anyone who gets in my personal space and biting anyone who grabs me!”

“Uh.” Says Kirigumi. “He’s been staring at me do I need to back up or..?”

“Ohdear! No, no- He wasn’t looking at you! He loves cheese but he knows he’s not supposed to beg so he decided the way to deal with something he wants but can’t have is to stare in the other direction.”

“OKAY!” Says Kirigumi. “I’m wearing fox pajamas and thought like. He thought I was another dog or something.”

“No, no- he doesn’t care about dogs, and you get a warning before he goes for the calves. Very helpful, when I was living in Italy!”

“Oh what part? I have family in Tuscany.” Says Pinot.

“Does he want a cheese? There is still so much cheese.” Says cheese guy.

Plane may be arriving. I am paying for in flight WiFi to keep y'all updated.

1. Cheese guy has sold all but two or three cheeses that he an Pinot are going to eat on the flight.

2. I know they’re planning to continue because Pinot talked to the gate agent so he and cheese guy can sit together and talk about family drama and cheese.

3. Pinot has been teaching him about different types of cheese and how to enjoy them.

4. Cheese guy apparently repairs computers and other technology devices for a living and is currently doing the software version of scraping barnacles and other crap off Pinot'macbook.

5. Pinot is now convinced that cheese guy is the smartest and most interesting man in the world.

Ok so the Wifi wasn’t working on the plane (also like, nonstop turbulence) and also they got seated in a different row from me, but:

1. Now that I’ve heard the word aloud, and they are an astrophysicist. Who correctly believes in being comfy as fuck on planes. They are also familar with the concept of a meet-cute and is rooting for them too.
2. Got to walk the nice lady and her Tactical Assault Shiba to her next gate because it was on the way out and talk for a bit. Donut is called that not because he is the color of a Donut (which he is) but because he likes to sleep curled up in a perfect circle. He has a sister who does the same thing named Bagel.
3. Lost track of Pinot and Cheeseguy for a bit but when I saw them again at Baggage claim, Cheeseguy was holding both their jackets, and Pinot was on the phone to his hotel about “Well do you have any rooms with TWO beds?”. The rest of the call indicated that yes, there were rooms with two beds, but Readers, I Had A Moment.

:)

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