lessing's caterers

the whole concept of ‘being less beautiful’ is … such a charged topic, because… what makes one less beautiful? not catering to the social expectations of beauty? what made taako beautiful in the first place?

that’s why i’m taking it in another direction, which might or might not be the intended one, but that i feel more comfortable with: it’s not about a loss of beauty others can see, but about a loss of taako’s confidence. it’s about him being insecure. he isn’t any less beautiful for it, or for a tangible physical change – he’s less beautiful in his own eyes.

he’s still the same as he was to others, but to himself, he has lost the one thing he felt secure about.

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Sil. XXX; clemente and the king of concordia.

Hey guys, so yeah I’m not dead or anything so that’s good, but I these last few weeks have been literal hell for me because of various events, and honestly I just haven’t found myself able to interact with anyone. This means anyone. I’ve just needed time alone, even from the people I normally talk to or are friends with, and I’ll probably do this for a little while longer because I have some stuff to process on my own, and I can’t deal with all the constant messaging. 

I will, however, try to respond to threads, memes, and IMs involving rp. Just don’t ask/talk to me about the personal stuff. I’ve never been good at ooc bonding, but I feel this way now more than ever. So if you have a plot or something, hit me up, but if you’re going to say “hiiiiiii”, don’t expect a reply from me. I’ll be honest when I say I just don’t care.

This isn’t going to be forever, of course, but please be conscious of the fact that I’m not going to small talk to anyone, regardless of how close we are. Sorry, I need this space right now.

So I remembered a post or two about a queer coffee shop instead of bar, to cater less toward those who can/want to drink. And I remembered a post about how if you really wanted to be radical, you’d open a homeless shelter or something that would make a significant difference in people’s lives.

And whilst on the treadmill, I invented a thing.

It’s not plastered with rainbows. If you don’t know what to look for, you don’t even recognize it as anything other than a coffee shop pretending to be a bookstore. It has overstuffed chairs gathered in circles, and portraits and posters lining the walls. If you read the plaques beneath the posters, though, you’ll see they’re of famous or history-changing queers, from Silvia Rivera to Marsha P. Johnson to Harvey Milk. The posters range from resources for homeless youth to one-time queer-themed community events to advertising for groups that meet at the coffee shop. One proudly proclaims an open mic night that is also a safe space. Another explains the workings of a queer interfaith support group–”Discuss broader topics with the whole group and then split off (by faith or not) for more focused support. Currenly attending are Christian, Jewish, and Muslim queer people, but all people of all faiths are welcome.”

An unobtrusive bookshelf lining the back wall bears a sign announcing that all books are paid for by donation. In smaller print, it explains that if it’s a choice between not paying and not taking the book home, they’d rather you took the book. You start at the As and discover The Invisible Orientation: An Introduction to Asexuality. You’re completely confused by the organization at first, but moving further down the row reveals Bi America: Myths, Truths, and Struggles of an Invisible Community and All About Demisexuality, and you realize it’s organized by label. The Ts take up an entire row by themselves.

The baked goods are a tad overpriced, but a sign above the counter and a matching one in the window proclaim that anyone who is homeless can have a free sandwich and as much water and menstrual products as they want every day. All they have to do is ask. A bit of asking around reveals that the local homeless shelters, discount stores, employment offices, doctor’s offices, and food banks are supplied by the owner of the coffee shop with coupons for heavy discounts on anything. You figure that the regular price is designed to get the well-off to help pay for food for those who need it. After voicing this opinion, someone tells you the shop only sells local and Fair Trade, which also boosts the price.

A second sign in the window proclaims, “Help Wanted! Qualifications required: radical socialist feminism or an ability to keep your damn mouth shut. We pay our disabled employees equal wages.” Sure enough, the shift changes, and the new barista props up a sign reading, “I’m Deaf, please sign or write down your order,” with pictures demonstrating how to sign ‘coffee’, ‘milk’, and three different sizes.

You have never learnt a word of ASL, but ‘large coffee’ sounds easy enough, so you haltingly give it a try. She gives you a giant grin and serves you the best coffee you’ve had since you left home. You wave goodbye and leave a hefty tip in the tip jar on your way out.

ok but i just realised how tragic it is that young justice had everything a/rrow doesn’t: from interesting, well developed story lines to diversity like i’ve rarely seen among comic-related media and definitely a near universal praise & acclaim. yet young justice is the show that gets cancelled after 2 seasons and a/rrow is going to start a 5th