I met Noel Fielding and I’m never going to shut up about it
This beautiful man has led me through adolescence and he’s taught me so much about being true to myself. As someone who’s genderqueer I’ve struggled with expression, but he’s taught me it’s ok to be a boy in a dress, it’s ok to be both Electro boy and Electro girl, it’s ok to love glitter, and I can wear whatever I want because if I feel good in it then that’s all that matters. His art and comedy never fail to make me smile and after spending years admiring him and thinking ‘shit, I wish I could be like that’, meeting him was very emotional. I felt so glowy when he talked about his art too- you could hear a pin drop in that room, it was so heartwarming to see such quiet enthusiasm and passion. As an artist myself I know how it feels when someone wants to talk art with you- it’s like ‘yes, someone appreciates me!’. He even drew a lil ghostie on my vinyl!!!
He’s taught me far more about self love than anyone else has, and yes, I still have things I dislike about myself but at least we can joke about our weirdly shaped noses together, right? He’s such a ray of sunshine, so gentle and kind, so passionate about what he loves, and I am so grateful this incredible person exists. I met some wonderful people too, and it was so brilliant to spend the rest of the night roaming Shoreditch, blasting Loose Tapestries and doing our best Tony Harrison impressions whilst being absolutely off our tits. It was so nice to meet people my age into the same stuff as me, and pretty cool we’d all been brought together by our love of Noel. It was one of those teen movie moments, and since my teenhood is fast approaching its end, I feel like this was a night I’m not going to forget.
That’s how it starts. I’ve been thinking about Us. Us with a capital U. The story of Us. How the fuck do I sum it up? Has it been perfect? Hardly. Any story with me at the centre of it will never be anything less than a big, smiling mess. But here’s what I know for sure - our time in the sun has been a thing of absolute fucking beauty.
The nightmares, the hangovers, the fucking and the punching… the gorgeous shimmering insanity of this city of ours… where for years I woke up, fucked up, said I was sorry, passed out and did it all over again. As a writer, I’m a sucker for happy endings. The guy gets the girl, she saves him from himself, fade to fucking black. As a guy who loves a girl, I realise there’s no such thing. There’s no sunset — there’s just now, and there’s just the two of us. Which can be scary fucking ugly sometimes.
But if you close your eyes and listen for the whisper of your heart… if you simply keep trying, and never, ever give up… no matter how many times you get it wrong. Until the beginning and end blur into something called until we meet again…
And that’s it, I didn’t know how to finish it, because it’s not over, it’ll never be over. As long as there’s you, and there’s me, and there’s hope, and grace.
Jimin furrows his eye brows and pulls his phone away from his face just to check–yep, Jungkook is calling him at four in the morning, asking him what he’s doing. “I’m sleeping. What do you think I’m doing? What are you doing?”
“I,” Jungkook pauses, “I’m calling you.”
“Yeah, I know,” Jimin says. “At four a.m.? Are you still in the studio with Yoongi-hyung? Are you guys okay?” He’s tired and kind of annoyed, but if Jungkook is calling him and being weird this late, Jimin doesn’t want to hang up on him in case something’s wrong.
“Yes! I’m great!” Jungkook says. “Super. What are you doing, Jiminnie?”
“You already asked me that,” Jimin grumbles, looking suspiciously at his phone. “Kookie, are you drunk?”
slowly opening one eye at a time, she looked at the other person in front of her. her head was hurting like a bitch, mostly from all the alcohol she consumed the night before. her mind wasn’t clear on what happened for the most of the night, but somehow she ended up at some random place. “where am i?” she softly asked, squinting at the other.
I’m fed up with the word “gay” being used as an insult or a way to belittle something or someone.
This lame ass meme has that one dude from hangover that does a thing in it yelling, “Ha, gay!” This is used ALL. THE. TIME. It’s like if a man were to put on makeup, paint his nails, or do anything outside of what society’s says a man should be/do and what a woman should be/do, he’s automatically gay. For whatever reason this meme is used when someone see a man being himself and comfortable in his own sexuality.
THIS IS NOT OKAY.
When using memes like the one above, or just saying gay in a negative or belittling, you’re telling people it’s okay to say and do it too. You’re also teaching people that homosexuality is a bad thing and something to be ashamed and embarrassed of. Plus, if a homosexual were to see or here your comment using it, you’re hurting them mentally.
When you say, “That’s so gay” or “ooh, you’re gay lmao!” you’re being a apart of the problem, you’re not helping the world change. You’re not allowing homosexuality to become something of the norm like heterosexuality. Very rarely - if at all - do you see a romantic mainstream movie hit the theaters with two gay men or women as the leads. You never see comments like, “HA! HETERO!” being said 24/7…
All i’m saying is, STOP using gay as a way to BE LITTLE SOMETHING OR SOMEONE. ALSO, if you’re a heterosexual FEMALE or MALE and you’re called gay, DO NOT TAKE IT AS AN INSULT. IT’S NOT.
If someone asks if you’re gay and you’re not say, “no.” nothing else.
I’m so fed up with this negative meaning thats put behind the word gay!
‘GAY’ IS NOT A BAD THING. HOMOSEXUALITY IS NOT A BAD THING.