kind-of-venting

ok so honestly a romantic interpretation of steve and bucky’s relationship is perfectly valid/great, i see where it comes from, but like

as an aro person

st*cky fans need to back off with the “we’re right you’re wrong this is the only interpretation of their relationship that is valid” bullshit

because do you realize what you’re saying when you post about how, oh, steve risked everything to save bucky, he would ~ONLY~ do that if he’s “in love” with him – do you realize that you’re saying someone like me would never (could  never) care about anyone enough to do something like that? do you realize you’re writing off an entire subsection of the population as hollow and heartless?

do you care?

So freaking tired of people denying that the gems are gay… Like at least Ruby and Sapphire are confirmed gay… And pearl has only ever shown interest in a woman. And Rose is confirmed bisexual. I’m so tired of people saying they don’t have reproductive organs and thus can’t be gay… How fucking transphobic can you be… It’s 2016…. Gender =/= what’s in your pants… Ruby and Sapphire go by she/her… They’re dating.. They’re GAY. Only Stevonnie uses they/them so far… Steven and Amethyst are kinda gender fluid… But Ruby and Sapphire are in a lesbian relationship. It doesn’t matter if Ruby has masculine features or not (I’m tired of that concept too tbh let women look like what they want already) There’s no question about it - they are lesbians.

It’s very obvious that the crewniverse avoided major censorship by making the gems not any assigned gender based on genitalia, which is how many in this transphobic world view gender. At the same time that I’m very happy the crewniverse managed to give us lesbians in children’s media this way, I wonder if this really had a positive effect on the LGBT community. People who are homophobic and transphobic (like parents to unfortunate kids) can simply be convinced that the gems in fact aren’t a designated gender (although they are so far aside from Stevonnie) based on genitalia. Is this really better for the LGBT community? Is this really where we stand now? At least it can open up to debate regarding gender and sexuality, if you’re lucky. In worst case though, the trans- and homophobes can continue to think that gender equals what’s in your pants. I’m not sure that’s better than if the crewniverse had actually given them culturally gender coded reproductive organs, and still had them be lesbians. I mean I know that probably can’t happen yet in today’s children’s media… Sadly. But there’s also the fact that the gems are aliens. Literally aliens. Trans- and homo/bisexual people are literal aliens in this show. Is that a good thing? I know the crewniverse doesn’t mean that, I know Rebecca said this show is for anyone who has ever felt like an alien walking on earth. And in this cis het patriarchy we live in in the west, us marginalised people sure do feel like we’re aliens sometimes. But is this really the best way to represent us? By making us aliens who “aren’t really a special gender” and pair them up to represent homosexuality? So far there doesn’t seem to have been any damage, luckily. I am not even sure that there will be either. I just wanted to bring this subject up. This is in no way meant to be critique of the way crewniverse handles it all and I know they’re in a really difficult situation and are working with what they have.

Please don’t answer to this too negatively. I’m tired of this conversation, I’ve had it too many times already. If you disagree with me, make your own post. Don’t message me or reblog this, please. If you want to have an academically intelligent conversation on this subject though you’re welcome to reblog.

(I’d like to disclaim that while I am homosexual and panromantic, I am cis and am only retelling what I’ve read from trans/other people on the subject of gender. If I have gotten something wrong in regards to gender please do correct me nicely, thank you)

My mom tells me "You’re beautiful, but I’d like to see you lose weight” so often, but I only wonder why she treats two entirely different things like they’re in close relation to each other? Why is she talking as if I’m a full rose in bloom, but I’d be prettier with less petals?

My mom asks me at age thirteen, “Are you embarrassed of your stretch marks?” I ponder and wonder why she thinks I would be embarrassed of these beautiful rivers of markings upon my body.

My mom teases me of my thighs. But I cannot hear her over roars thunder so loud and mighty, that even the mighty god Thor is jealous of me.

“You’re beautiful, but I’d like to see you lose weight.” 

Don’t tell me that my rose garden would look better with fewer roses.

Nails

Just because I am a girl
Who has her nails painted
Does not mean I am weak.
Just because I happen to have my nails painted
When I go to the gym
Does not mean I don’t know what I’m doing.
Because yes,
I am a girl.
I wear makeup.
I wear dresses.
Sometimes I cry at corny movies
And yes, I paint my fucking nails.
That does not mean I am weak.
That does not mean I need you to help me.
That does not mean you get to treat me like a flower,
Fragile and delicate,
Like I’m going to break if the wind blows too hard.
Because I am not a flower. I am a girl.
I am made of flesh
And bone
And muscle. Just like you.
I am a person.
You do not get to treat me
Like something less than that,
Like something inferior,
Like something weak,
Just because I have my nails painted.

friendly reminder:

Its okay to not ship poly gems! its okay TO ship poly gems! but please dont ship poly gems but completely ignore/bash ACTUAL polyamorous people ! we are not your fetish!!!! we are real people!!!!

i don’t miss him in particular. i don’t miss his face or his personality or anything anymore. what i do miss is being so close to someone. exchanging conversations about your day. getting cute text messages. being able to snuggle against them and hold hands and them playing with your hair.

but none of that really means anything unless the person means something to you too.

 i’ve honestly been so much happier on my own these past months not having anything to do with guys. sure, at times i get sad that some people seem to have it all when everything is going well for them and they have a significant other who cares for them as well. it just makes me feel lonely. but then i remember that this is my life and it’s different from everyone else’s. someone caring about me isn’t as important as me getting my own life together. i am happy on my own and the next time i do get with someone, it should add even more happiness. no more of this confusing, me making excuses for people nonsense. 

so i was walking out of school today and i was just observing all the people as i walked through the hallways…most of them were making out with their boyfriends, and i was just thinking to myself, like what is the point of being in a relationship? i think people are in one just to say they are in one, well that’s most of the people in my school…and idk, maybe i’m just saying this because i’m bitter about the whole relationship thing, i just don’t understand the point of them, i mean some of the couples are cute as fuck, don’t get me wrong…but ugh, idk.

I click through the profiles, the smiling faces.

I have a relationship with every single one of you. 

We meet, we connect, we fuck, we fight. 

We break up and never see each other again.

Sometimes, I’m a man. Sometimes I’m a woman.

Sometimes you let me be both at the same time.

Clicking away the faces, all hoping, searching.

We’re all lonely, so why don’t we just pick one and go?

It’s not that easy.

I tried this once and escaped with a piece of myself marred. Twisted forever, like the proteins that eventually eat away at a brain with Mad Cow Disease.

Clicking, clicking, the best versions of ourselves, at least we hope.

A horrible flea market of faces. Not that the merchandise isn’t attractive.

The venue is stilted. Shallow. Scary.

I can’t know you if I can’t look in your eyes. 

But I won’t meet you. I’m afraid of what you’ll see.

And so I dream up the relationships, satisfied with the notion that they will leave me unsatisfied if I went for it.

I have too many holes in my brain, now. I’m no good to anybody, besides.

Clicking, clicking away. I know you click right past me.