musical theatre meme → [3/5] solos → wonderful
A man’s called a traitor- or a liberator. A rich man’s a thief- or philanphropist. Is one a crusader? Or ruthless invader? It’s all in which label is able to persist. There are precious few at ease with moral ambiguities, so we act as though they don’t exist.
ok i just realized i never posted about this but in february i met allison bechdel!!! the fun home tour came to a theater near my school and through a student program there i was able to meet her and get cheap tickets. she was really nice and very appreciative of everyone there. lots of people told her their own stories of accepting themselves and it was really sweet :,)
i don’t think i’m ever going to get used to how abled people act around me
i leave the house and people stare at my stick
people literally laugh at me because of my mobility aids
every time i pass a group of young people they make loud jokes
i don’t get catcalled anymore, i get hurled literal abuse which people don’t even attempt to disguise as compliments
random strangers ask me what happened or what’s wrong with me like my body is their business. people presume i’ve just injured myself and demand to know why i’m using a stick
i can feel everyone’s eyes on me when i literally have to pull myself up to the back of the bus because all the disabled seating is taken by abled people
despite my walking aids when i do get to use disabled accommodations i get sighed at by old people or people with children who think they deserve the accommodations more than me because i’m young
i’m so tired of all of you, i’m tired of sitting and hearing my friends use the word cripple like it isn’t a slur shouted at me when i’m walking down the street. i’m tired of my friends making jokes because “it’s okay you find it funny!”. i’m tired of people using my illnesses as a source of banter!!
i’m tired of being constantly left out in everyone’s activism. people preach about intersectional feminism all they like but i hardly ever see those same people include us.
i’m tired of people demanding to know why i’m wearing heels if i’m “supposedly disabled” or giving me unsolicited advice on how to deal with my own health like i’m not trying hard enough or something.
i’m tired of people telling me i’m being negative when i say there’s no cure and i won’t get better, i’m tired of people telling me to be grateful when i talk about the literal facts of my illnesses. every time i talk about being in pain people get angry at me because they can’t help me and i should therefore just shut up.
i’m tired of the stares, the smirks, the pitying looks, the eye rolls, the sighs. i’m tired of it all. i’m tired of the same people who describe anxiety as crippling, turning around and saying “use person first language!! they’re a person before they’re disabled!!”. i’m tired of people holding my disability at arms length, i’m tired of them putting it to the side as if i’m a whole person without my illnesses. my illnesses have shaped my existence and i’m tired of people acting like that’s not okay!!
Because you haven’t spent Christmas with anyone/family since 2012. Here I’m making mashed potatoes for my coworkers because I picked up a shift tonight because I don’t want to be alone tonight. So I turn on some Christmas music and it triggers my sobbing. So here I am peeling potatoes crying to “I’ll be home for Christmas”.
I GOT THE BEST NEWS OF 2015 THE OTHER DAY. I got offered to move up on the wait list for my top surgery, I’m opting for it to be done during or a little before this up-coming summer. 2015 has so far ended on a really shitty note but this fantastic news will ride me through the rest of the year and will keep me fighting in the beginning of 2016. I’m going to kick 2016 in the fucking ass, I’m going to be graduating college and going to be granted the gift of being almost completely dysphoria free for the rest of my life. All the people I love and care about are going to be right by my side the entire time.
Going to my favourite beach and taking my shirt off for the first time post op is the only thing I want for my 21st birthday. It will help me fight off the rest of my depression and I am just so goddamn ready for this.
Chris: I first met Eddie in a waiting room [outside our common rehearsal space] the day he first got to Seattle. He was very quiet and very shy and didn’t have a lot to say. He was under a lot of pressure, a lonely guy away from home in a room full of people who had a lot of experience in bands. He was by himself, just singing his words and doing his thing.
Eddie: We were both singers. When I first came up and Chris put out his hand to me early on which is so important to me it’s almost undefinable. The first time we played he came to this little club and he told me that it was really good and he was thankful that I was there and that I was who I was.
over what you’re going to get to eat cause
you’re both so indecisive about food it’s ridiculous so you just end up ordering
pizza every time
rock, paper scissors to figure out what video game you’d play next, either way the
words “you’re going down Michael Gordon Clifford” will be heard, But he’ll just
chuckle and reply “yeah…Okay babe” in his sarcastic tone because he knows
that gets you fired up more than trash talking you
the bleach from him because “omg give your hair a break please!” And then
taking that statement back because he somehow convinces you at 3 am to color your
hair together mostly because he couldn’t sleep and he’s bored out of his mind
the most serious discussion in the world over Marvel vs. DC
on Tumblr and YouTube together because you are a product of the internet… It’s
basically your guys’ home away from home. In your home.
back and forth sarcasm that seems endless, but it’s a huge part of your personalities
so it’s kind of fun competing to see who can out sarcasm the other one
nights, where you build a huge fort in the living room with the most comfy
pillows and blankets, he makes sure he adds twinkle fairy lights because he
knows those make you happy , and he never forgets the biggest teddy you own ‘cause
it’s your favorite cause it smells just like him (on his great smelling days)
jokes that you secretly enjoy, ‘cause you’re a good girl with a sexy
imagination… Which is one of the things he loves the most about you
out when he talks sometimes because you get mesmerized by his beautiful green
eyes that hold so many stories that make up who he is
a black kitten, a white kitten, and a grey kitten and naming them Luna,
Artemis, and Diana like the cats on Sailor Moon
sneaking up behind you and hugging you as you stand under the moonlight on the
back porch swaying back and forth to his humming ‘your’ song
yourself making weird noises to yourself when he smiles cause omg he’s a new
level of pretty when he does, not to mention it’s one of your favorite things
in the world
him by the waist cause hugging him with your arms around his neck would force
you to get on your tippy toes but you low key love it cause your ear matches up
right at his heart & his heart beat is just as amazing as his singing
so many goofy pictures and videos not only to capture memories but to see who
can make the funniest face and video…winner gets a surprise, you somehow always
to get him to come out of his man cave but giving up in the end because where
ever he is, it’s where you want to be.