there are 2 Ethans in my daughter’s class. you’d think they’d go by Ethan L and Ethan M, but they decided together that they would like to be called Lethan and Methan and I think that’s fantastic
and like … actors are actors. Their whole thing is pretending to be other people? Can an actor pretend to be an elf or royalty or an alien but not queer? As long as they’re taking the role seriously, it’s fine.
if a straight person sees something meaningful, beautiful and worthy of emulation in the queer experience, that’s a good thing.
also. saying “straight characters and stories are for everyone regardless of background but queer ones aren’t” is the opposite of progressive.
I’m afraid this all means so much more to me than it does for you. Please let me know when I’ve over stayed my welcome, I’ve never been great at figuring out my place in others lives.
Thinking today about a post I saw some time ago about how wearing glasses shouldn’t be considered a disability because it’s “socially acceptable” and also about how I haven’t been able to update my prescription for 2 years because I just cannot afford an optometrist visit or new frames.
I understand the impulse to say bad vision doesn’t count because glasses are such a normal part of our society we don’t even think of them as a disability tool anymore, bur the fact is if something happens to my glasses, I am Fucked. I can’t drive. I can barely do everyday tasks. Working is going to be impossible. Even if I scrounge the money to get new frames, I have to wait WEEKS for them to arrive. And what happens to me in that time frame? Nothing good, I can tell you that. I literally need this tool to function on a daily basis, because my vision is bad enough to seriously disrupt my life without them.
If anything, glasses are a great example of what society could be if we took MORE disability seriously. If we had actual tools so readily available and normalized you saw them everywhere. But that doesn’t make me not disabled, because the minute I lose access to that tool, I can’t function.
characters who are absolutely convinced down to their bones that they are unlovable being subjected to the mortifying ideal of being wholly and unconditionally loved. that’s the good stuff. never get tired of it.
me: “yeah I dated a guy in high school who came out as gay. it was before i knew i was a boy so needless to say it didn’t work out”
coworker: “damn dude was preordering”
other things this coworker (who is a cis guy) has done/said:
—got confused about why I’d never been a boy scout because he forgot i was trans
—told me he was gonna get top surgery scar tattoos to match me after i get mine
—laughs at all my trans jokes, even if they’re supremely unfunny
—calls me big dog (and him little dog) even though he is about as tall as two of me
— “I can’t believe she would say that transphobic thing to you. In June? Pride month?”
Once I said “My gender is whatever’s funniest at the time” and my coworker stops dead in his tracks, turns slowly and says “So are your pronouns honk/honk?” killing me instantly
