Im Telling You… Theres Something Wrong With That Little Girl, And I Dont Just Mean That Shes Autistic

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go my isopods!!

Armand Point (Algiers 1860-1932 Napels), Reminiscing by the pond

every time you get a little moment of joy I need you to really notice it and revel in it. suck up every last ounce of serotonin you can get. you're going to need it.

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In ~these times~ it is important for queer people to be reminded of what "coming out" originally meant. "Coming out" did not mean telling all of your co-workers something super stigmatized and vulnerable about you, wearing your queer status on your sleeve in public, informing the police or government institutions about your sexuality, or even telling your parents. "Coming out" meant venturing out into the queer community; being among other queers as a queer yourself.

Coming out isn't about telling the entire world when doing so is not safe for you, it's not about arming your enemies with information they could use against you. No, coming out is about making a fulfilling queer life possible for yourself through participation in the queer community. It is about escaping the restrictions and dangers of the cisgender heterosexual world by rooting oneself more deeply into the queer one.

And you can always do that. No matter how oppressed we are. No matter how much the culture shifts and policies are enacted to terrorize us. We are always able to be ourselves when we are amongst each other. And living our queerness has always been a collective social project, not just a matter of personal exposure.

Can't decide whether it's funnier to say "my hungry ass could never work at a" and then say something that implies you're eating something truly grotesque or something that just, makes no sense

Mech piloted by neural link and the more you see it as "yourself" the more fluidly you can control it but the more pain you feel when it takes damage

You can be safe in your mech as a vehicle, under heavy layers of armor and ready to eject if things go wrong, seeing the world through grainy cameras as you drag it forward one clunking step at a time and struggle to track a fast-moving target

Or you can dance in your mech as your body, engine revving in time with your heartbeat as you feel the wind across your metal skin, the heat of the gunshots you're just barely dodging a constant reminder that if your mech dies you die with it

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