Well, according to Ezekiel 1 they might look something like this…
According to Daniel 10 something like this…
According to Isaiah 6…
In Ezekiel 10…
Again in Ezekiel 10…
Basically, when the people writing Scripture tried to describe what they saw when they saw an angel… they run into the end of their imagination… they can never quite seem to fully explain it because they had trouble even comprehending what they saw, let alone being able to describe it to someone else.
White writers trying to describe someone as black instead of just saying they’re black: “sho thang girlfriend!” She said niggerishly as she popped her gum and ran her many ringed fingers thru her beautiful nappy kinky halo of ethnic hair that also had two cornrows on the sides, “ain’t not thang butta chicken wang!” We both cackled, she louder and more boisterous than me.
This is just your aggressively friendly reminder that “cishet aces” and “cishet aros” don’t exist.
“Cishet” was a word coined by trans people meant to describe someone who has full, unconditional access to straight privilege - that is, someone who is 100% perisex, cisgender, heterosexual, and heteroromantic.
If you use cishet to refer to a-specs, you are using it wrong.
If you’re cis and you’re using it, you are stealing our language on top of using it wrong.
I would be the absolutely worst witness in crime history.
Police: Can you describe the face?
Me: Uhhh I didn’t really look at the face.
Police: You said you talked to them for ten minutes ?!?
Me: That still doesn’t mean I looked at their face.
truly one of the “kindest people [she] ever met, to the point where sometimes I would look at him and it would kind of break my heart. He’s really vulnerable, and he’s really straightforward. He’s like primary colors. He has beautiful, big, strong emotions, and he’s really sure of them. It’s just wonderful to be around. His heart is probably golden-colored, if you could paint it.
so many things in this mogai/“queer community”/ace discourse on tumblr actually goes directly against what LGBT people have been fighting for for decades:
- all of these “sexualities” that are just describing how someone likes to have sex when LGBT people have been trying to explain to straights for years that our labels, our orientations, and our lives are NOT solely focused on sex and therefore inappropriate to mention in public or in front of kids
- asexuals joking (or being completely serious) about how gross PDA is, specifically gay PDA, when LGBT have been murdered for showing the slightest affection in public
- the neverending pride flags for mogai “sexualities” and now for mental illnesses? is frankly one of the most disrespectful things I have ever seen. People have DIED for our pride flag. It has a real, important history. It’s not something some socially awkward kid on the internet made in paint.
- so many people wanting to be part of the LGBT community without understanding that it’s not just some community for all outcasts, it is a political alliance with an important history
- the casual use of the term “queer” and the non-LGBT people who identify with it because they believe they are “different” and “not normal” and “that’s what the word originally meant” as if that’s not exactly why it was used as a fucking slur against only gay/bi/trans people for decades
- the general attitude of “I’m LGBT/queer because I’m different” when actual LGBT people have been fighting for EQUALITY, as in we don’t WANT TO BE SEEN AS DIFFERENT
it just all blows my mind and it honestly scares me because it’s dangerous. it’s fucking dangerous. we have so many cis hetero people trying to barge into our community and change it into the opposite of what it is supposed to be.
I’ve only just been able to tear myself away from these beautiful cards in order to make this post. They arrived this morning and ever since, I’ve just been handling them and taking endless photos. I swear, it’s impossible to take a bad picture of this deck!
Some thoughts and first impressions bellow the cut!
It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling.