I suppose I mean; if so many people identify themselves as queer, why does a subset of tumblr users insist that using this term is a homophobic act? why does it do so by gesturing to the experiences of a generation who, from years of interaction with them, i think would find this absolutely laughable? i don’t have any answers, i just think it’s a very bizarre tokenisation of older queers, especially the older working class queers who both bore the brunt of homophobic abuse and, ime, care the least about this kind of orthodox speech.
it’s just weird seeing ‘respect elder brown/ trans woman/ sex worker queers’ used to support a position which not a single one of the elder brown trans woman sex worker queers i’ve met, worked with, talked with, learned from has held. i don’t know why this happens, but i’m very curious, i guess?
I learned the basic part of this tea recipe from an older gentleman I work with, however I have tweaked things here and there to make it more directed towards spiritual focus.
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You will need:
Black Tea (promotes strength and helps remove negative energy), Cinnamon (success and spirituality) , Ground Ginger (success and confidence) (or fresh if you prefer, I have only used ground so I am not sure how well fresh ginger works), lemon (spirituality and purification), hot water, pen/pencil, paper, and a cup.
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Step 1: I prepare everything I need and start to heat up the water, I use an electric kettle for the water.
Step 2: In the bottom of my cup I sprinkle the cinnamon and ground ginger, then I squeeze about ¼ to ½ of a lemon into the cup (use as much as you like, just do not use so much there is too much acid for you), or I just use a little bit of organic lemon juice (again not too much).
Step 3: While the water continues to heat up, I draw a sigil to promote spiritual focus, about the size of the bottom of the cup.
Step 4: I place the tea bag into the cup and CAREFULLY pour the hot water into the cup.
Step 5: As I steep the tea and wait for it to cool down a bit, I place my cup onto the sigil and leave it there until I am ready to consume it.
(The first one is actually a collage of two older works I wanted to rework and it’s another illustration to my Stiles-is-a-Ghost AU. The second one.. I’m not sure, but maybe will be the start of a small comic-thing.)
Damian as a college student: My college had an orientation weekend for all the
freshmen, which is pretty common as far as I’m aware, but it pretty much felt
like summer camp for 400 some freshmen with like 100 upperclassmen running
things and I just couldn’t help thinking of what Damian would have done and
ended up writing this drabble.
everyone, I’m Hannah your O-group leader and I’d like to welcome you all to
your first semester! So what we’re going to do is some get to know you games.
First though how about we just go around the circle and say our name, where we’re
from, and one fun fact about ourselves. So my name’s Hannah, I’m from Coast
City and I spent the summer working as an intern at Ferris Air.”
continues to go around the circle and Damian learns his classmates play an
array of sports and instruments, won various awards, and come from all over the
country. By the time it gets to be his turn he has no suitable fun fact that wouldn’t
compromise his identity.
My name is Damian Wayne, I am from Gotham City and I-” am Robin, was trained to be an assassin since birth, have died and come
back, count metas and a kryptonian as my best friends, I’ve led the teen
titans, have been to space multiple times… “have a small wildlife preserve
at my house. It includes a cow, some horses, dogs, cats, a turkey, and some more
introductions conclude and they move onto the next game, something called the
Great Wind Blows. The whole circle stands and one person enters the middle,
they say something about themselves and whoever else that applies to must run to
another spot in the circle, the last one still moving ends up in the middle
next. -tt- This is ridiculous. What could
any of these people possibly have in common with myself. The first person
is a girl who introduces herself as Joan and then she recites her fact as per
the rules, “The great wind blows if you… have an adopted sibling!” Damian moves
into the center of the circle, slightly in shock. Joan takes his spot and no
one else has moved.
both have an adopted sibling?” Hannah asks kindly, trying to encourage them to
little sister, her name’s Emma. My parents adopted her when she was still a
baby and I was four but I love her to pieces.”
gulps and stares at his classmates, “I have four adopted siblings actually,
three older brothers and an older sister. Um, Richard, Jason, Timothy, and
Cassandra.” Hannah smiles and nods at him and he realizes this is his cue to
continue the game. “I’m Damian and the great wind blows if…” you are a black belt in at least one martial
art, know how to fence, speak more than three languages fluently, regularly
travel across the country… “you spend your summer on a farm or at summer
a few other teens shuffle around and whoever moved must once again explain how
it applies to them. A lot work as summer camp counselors but two others explain
they spend summers on their grandparent’s farm or uncle’s vineyard. “A family
friend is from Smallville, Kansas and his parents’ have myself, their grandson
and a few other friends come stay for parts of the summer on their farm.”
is surprised to find himself moving around the circle to things like “have a
dog”, “have a black belt”, “rides horses”, “watch Disney movie marathons with
friends”, “have inside jokes with your siblings”, “regularly prank another
member of your family”, “one or more of your best friends live in another state”.
was the most surprising was “have met a superhero”, since Hannah thought this
was interesting and practically everyone moved she had them all go around and
say which hero, herself having run into different Green Lanterns during her
life in Coast City. A lot were “Superman” or “the Flash” two excitedly said
they had both met Wonder Woman and Black Canary which prompted a side
conversation that needed to be reeled back in.
got around to Damian who grimaced, scrunched his eyes shut, and began listing
as fast as he could, “Batman, Robin, Nightwing, Oracle, Red Hood, Black Bat,
Batgirl, Red Robin, Abuse, Superman, both Superboys, the Flash, Kid Flash,
Impulse, Arsenal, Green Arrow, Speedy, Black Canary, Catwoman, Huntress, Wonder
Woman, Troia, Wonder Girl, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Miss Martian, Blue
Beetle, Supergirl, Stargirl, Doctor Midnight, Wildcat, Mister Terrific,
Ravager, Tempest, Aquaman, Doctor Fate, Raven, Beast Boy, Starfire, Cyborg and
I’m positive there’s some I’m missing…” He opened his eyes to see the rest of
the group staring at him in shock, mouths slack. He tried reclaiming an air of
nonchalance, “My father funds Batman Inc. Over the years I have met some rather
interesting people thanks to that.”
boy gave a low whistle, “Dude. You have got to tell me what it’s like meeting
Batman.” Damian just smirked as they moved on.