I Wanna Kiss My Friends

i want to write a poem about them but it would just be another poem. im in love again

i just wish it was easier. like. in general

I think you could have a very long and impassionated debate on whose legacy was bastardized worse: Jesus Christ or that poor little Japanese dog

I need to say something and I need y'all to be calm

if it isn't actively bad or harmful, no representation should be called "too simple" or "too surface level"

I have a whole argument for this about the barbie movie but today I wanna talk about a show called "the babysitters club" on Netflix

(obligatory disclaimer that I watched only two episodes of this show so if it's super problematic I'm sorry) (yes. I know it's based on a book, this is about the show)

this is a silly 8+ show that my 9 year old sister is watching and it manages to tackle so many complex topics in such an easy way. basic premise is these 13 year old girls have a babysitting agency.

in one episode, a girl babysits this transfem kid. the approach is super simple, with the kid saying stuff like "oh no, those are my old boy clothes, these are my girl clothes". they have to go to the doctor and everyone is calling the kid by her dead name and using he/him and this 13 year old snaps at like a group of doctors and they all listen to her. it's pure fantasy and any person versed in trans theory would point out a bunch of mistakes.

but after watching this episode, my little sister started switching to my name instead of my dead name and intercalating he/him pronouns when talking about me.

one of the 13 years old is a diabetic and sometimes her whole personality is taken over by that. but she has this episode where she pushes herself to her limit and passes out and talks about being in a coma for a while because of not recognizing the limits of her disability.

and this allowed my 9 year old sister to understand me better when I say "I really want to play with you but right now my body physically can't do that" (I'm disabled). she has even asked me why I'm pushing myself, why I'm not using my crutches when I complain about pain.

my mom is 50 years old and watching this show with my sister. she said the episode about the diabetic girl helped her understand me and my disability better. she grew up disabled as well, but she was taught to shut up and power through.

yes, silly simple representation can annoy you if you've read thousands of pages about queer liberation or disability radical thought, but sometimes things are not for you.

Maybe if I lay in the grass long enough the dandelions will overtake me and I don't have to do human things anymore.

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

my form of contraband is smuggling food and coffee into libraries. sorry book gods but a girl has to eat something besides words.

be sure to leave out milk and cookies for brutus tonight

You can only reblog this today.

i hate my hometown (sits by water when im stressed or upset) i hate my hometown (walks in the woods whenever i get the chance) i hate my hometown (still has a calendar reminder for our niche little holidays) i hate my hometown (still carries the rosary from the church i grew up in even though im not religious) i hate my hometown (listens to old country songs when im sad) i hate