so there are normal people and there is me

Humans are Weird - Part 6

So I’m writing this right after an anon ask about if I’m continuing the series and they told me how much they liked it, so I’m assuming that other people too are enjoying this little thing. Anyways, enjoy this part!


The floor seemed to be vibrating. While a normal hum was common on a spaceship, the rhythmic vibrations seemed to shake each crewmember. Sil’keen, a young female Grangle, was currently begging Captain Zellnor to find the source of the racket.

“Please, Captain! Me and the other engineers are terrified! We’ve never heard a noise such as this, nor has the ship ever made such a strange vibration before!” She begged, clasping her furred paws together.

Captain Zellnor sighed, his scales a dark shade of orange. He was worried. “Yes. I’ll have-” he stopped as he eyed the crew. “Where are the humans?”

Xylion looked around frantically. Had the vibrations harmed the humans? He didn’t know much about them, but he knew enough about them to notice they were sensitive to certain things. What if this was one of them? What if- what if they were, dare he say it, dead?

Captain Zellnor looked to him. “Find them. Now.”

Xylion nodded, and hurried off towards their cabins as quickly as possible. As he neared Human Mason’s cabin, he felt the vibrations grow louder and he could hear the low beat of…something. Now, he was even more confused. What could that be?

When he reached the cabin door, he typed in the password and he watched as the door slid open. Immediately loud voices were slammed into him. The sound was terrifying. It was like being pushed back. Xylion felt his whole body begin to ache.

“W-wha-”

Human Jenny shook her head and touched a button on some weird device in the middle of the floor. “Mason, we are not listening to your stupid rap stuff anymore!”

“And your mix of Five Seconds of Summer, One Direction, and Megan Trainor is much better?” Human Isaac questioned, narrowing his eyes at her.

Human Jenny looked him dead in the eye as she pressed another button on the machine. The sound of a woman’s voice blasted out of it. She was singing something about ‘lips’ and ‘lying’, though Xylion couldn’t understand what it meant. Why did the two coincide?

“What are you doing?” He yelled, trying to make them hear him.

Human Fredrick glanced up. Hs mouth moved, but Xylion couldn’t hear him. Human Fredrick frowned before closing the book he was reading and walking over and pressing a button on it. The noise stopped.

“Hey!” Human Jenny cried, her eyes wide.

“Hey, Xylion. What’s up?” Human Fredrick asked, looking at him.

Xylion let out a breath. “What. The. Hell. Is. That?” He was so proud that he was using a human word.

Human Fredrick let out a nervous laugh. “Ah, that is music.”

“What?”

“You do know what music is, right?” Human Isaac said, his eyes wide as he stared at him.

Xylion crossed his tentacles. “I know what music is, Human Isaac. That? That wasn’t music.”

Human Jenny stood up and crossed her arms. “That was music, Xylion. Good music.”

Xylion sighed. “Show me, then.”

Human Jenny smiled at him as she typed something into the machine. A song then began to play.

Xylion frowned at the lyrics. Why was this woman talking about gold and wanting to be like herself when she was already herself? It was confusing.

He shook his head. “I’m not into it.”

Human Jenny sighed. Human Isaac grinned. “Mason’s turn!”

Human Mason nodded, walking over to the machine and typing something in.

Xylion listened to the weird conversation between two men. That was definitely not music. He was about to state that when he heard a dude began to talk really fast. Did he say…Rap God? What in all of Galactia was rap? He knew what a god was, but a rap god?

He shook his head. “He doesn’t sound like the girl.”

“They’re different people, Xylion.” Human Isaac said, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Oh.”

Human Isaac pointed at Human Fredrick. “It’s your turn.” He said, a wicked grin on his face.

Human Fredrick nodded as he typed something into it. Xylion listened to the sound of thunder and bells. He frowned. Was this music?

Suddenly, a voice began to sing. Xylion nodded. “This is actually pretty good. Just like back home.”

Human Isaac snickered. Xylion frowned. “What?”

He didn’t have to answer. Xylion heard it. The sound of sudden screaming. Instead of the smooth voice, he heard them yelling at him about ‘devils’ and ‘shoulder’s. Xylion almost screamed in fear.

Human Fredrick quickly turned it off. Human Isaac chuckled. “Alright, my turn, fellas.”

Xylion was terrified. What could Human Isaac be showing?

He immediately heard a voice talking. It was repeating ‘back’, and then it began talking about coffins. Xylion shook his head. “No, I don’t like it.”

Human Isaac sighed as he turned the music off. “You didn’t like any of that?”

“No! Who sung them?”

Human Jenny chuckled. "Mine was Me Too by Megan Trainor.”

“Mine was Rap God by Eminem.” Human Mason said, his voice showing no emotion, as the humans called it.

Me, Myself, & Hyde by Ice Nine Kills.” Human Fredrick said, nodding to himself.

Human Isaac ran a hand through his curly hair. “Mine was Back from the Dead by Skillet.”

Xylion shook his head. “Those were all terrible.”

Human jenny shook her head. “You’re impossible to please, Xylion.”

Xylion shook his head, and then recalled something. “Say, why were you guys fighting over the songs? Don’t you all like them?”

Human Isaac laughed. “Puh-lease! Us humans are even harder to please than you, Xylion! No one likes the exact same music as someone else! There’s so much to choose from that it’s virtually impossible!”

“There’s more than just those songs?”

Human Jenny nodded. “Of course there is. Why wouldn’t there be?”

“You mean you don’t just have five different performers?”

“There’s thousands of bands and artists out there. I mean, I don’t even know all of them, and I am a music savvy.” Human Isaac said, shrugging.

Xylion nodded. “So you don’t even know all of your own music makers, and there are different ways to create music?”

HUman Fredrick nodded. “For example, Megan Trainor is classified as a pop singer slash songwriter, Eminem is classified as a hip hop slash rapper. Ice Nine Kills is classified as a Metalcore band. And Skillet is a Christian Rock band. There’s a lot more genres, like Country, Spanish, Punk, and Alternative, just to name a few. Music is very diverse on Earth.”

Xylion was about to answer when the sound of pounding feet was heard and Zellnor and Sil’keen appeared in the doorway. Xylion stood up and saluted his Captain. “Sir, it was just the humans listening to their music too loud.” He stated, looking to his superior.

Zellnor relaxed. “Thank goodness. Now, please listen to your music in a quieter volume, alright?”

The humans all nodded, and Human Fredrick typed something in, and a song began to play.

“What’s this one called?” Xylion asked.

The Moment We Come Alive by Red.”

The aliens listened to the song, and Xylion smiled. It was soothing, almost. It reminded him of his favorite performer back home.

Perhaps the humans weren’t very different from them after all.


I hope you enjoyed this little segment! Music taste. Such a different thing.

I think this is one of my more favorite parts, mainly because it gives me the chance to share some of my favorite songs with you all, while also creating a bride between the Aliens and Humans.

The next part should hopefully be up tomorrow, but I have *sigh* Summer school so I don’t know if I’ll be able to get it up. We’ll see.

Anyways, if you have any suggestions for another part, then go on ahead and either send me a message or comment them below!

In a way I’m very fortunate just for being able to quit. My parents don’t require my financial support, and in fact I can rely on them. Many people don’t get that option.

At the same time I feel like I’m throwing away my One Opportunity. I know that isn’t true but I’m somehow convinced no one else would ever hire me ever, and I’m just weak for not being able to take it.

I don’t know if growing used to it would mean I would stronger as a person or if it would mean I would just be resigned to verbal abuse and racist jokes

I guess the difference is every time I’m like “this job pays well, you’re so lucky to get it, normally theyd hire people with way better credentials, I can’t believe you’re such a quitter that you’d give it all up because you can’t take it” theres a voice in my head that’s like “CRYING AT WORK BECAUSE YOUR MANAGER WON’T TEACH YOU HOW TO DO THE THINGS YOU NEVER LEARNED HOW TO DO ISN’T NORMAL, JULIA”

talesfromcallcenters: So you mean you can't tell me who called me?

Hi TFCC! On mobile, sorry for formatting.

I work for a company that handles legal help. My specific CC handles the part of the process where we tell the customer if our company can help with their problem. Whenever we go outbound, we leave a message telling them to call back, leave our name, company’s name and phone number, and then we log the call. When people call back, they usually just say “I received a call a few minutes ago.” Which is fine. Normally they’re ok speaking to any of us. Sometimes people ONLY want to speak to the agent that called them.

Today, I receive this call. Me: -standard greeting- Lady: I would like to speak to the person who called me today, she sounded super sweet in the voicemail. Me: That would be okay, did you get the name of the person who called you? L: No, can’t you just tell me? (I had already peeped into her file since our system pulls up the file based on their number, and all there was was an old file that had nothing to do with her call today.) Me: Sure! If you’re on file, I should he able to figure out who called you. May I have your name? L: My name is Idiot Customer. Me: Thank you! What would be the phone number we have on file? L: 123456 Me: Okay, let me see. (We normally have more security steps but this was a new file.) Ma'am, it doesn’t look like we have a file with the recent call. I have no way of knowing who called you. L: But I want to speak to that lady! She sounded really sweet! Me: I understand and I apologize, but I have no way of knowing who called you unless you give me a name. L: Don’t you guys keep track of calls? Me: We do, however, sometimes we will get messages directly to our email and not through this system, so the call isn’t logged. I’d be happy to assist you with your issue now if you’d like to speak to me. L: NO! I WANT TO SPEAK TO THE LADY WHO CALLED ME. Me: I’m sorry ma'am. Again, I have no way of knowing who called you. Are you sure you don’t remember the name on the voicemail? L: NO! Me: Well, if you really want to speak to her, you can listen to the message again and let me know who it is. L: BUT I ALREADY HAVE YOU ON THE PHONE WHY WOULD I DO THAT? Me: So that I can know who called you. If you don’t want to speak to me I’m going to need a name. Can you check your voice- L: IM GONNA CHECK THE VOICEMAIL AND CALL BACK. OH MY GOD!!!!!! -click-

TL;DR: lady calls and demands a specific agent, doesn’t know who called her regardless of the fact we state our name in voice messages, thinks I’m an idiot because I can’t know who called her

By: melodyann3

anonymous asked:

Hi! I live in Canada and I was wondering if there is any website I could watch the finale live. Also, do you know what time est the episode starts?

I’m not sure if any of these are good or still work but this is my livestream tag, so check it out and see :)

If none of them work, I’d recommend PLLliveFeed on twitter! They’re streaming the episode and from what I can tell, people have found it really good!

I *think* it’d start 8pm EST but someone please correct me in the replies if I’m wrong! I normally watch the early airing of it so I’m not 100% sure and I’m MST! Either way, it’d start in 5.5 hours from now if that helps? haha

anonymous asked:

What do you usually eat for breakfast? You mentioned you don't eat meat.

It’s a hard question for me to answer, actually. Being nocturnal, I am generally going to bed around the time that normal people are eating breakfast. :) Also, I don’t tend to eat large meals, if left to my own devices. I have metabolic issues, so it’s easier on my system to eat a bunch of snack-sized “meals” throughout the day rather than large meals three times a day. And I’ve never really understood the need to assign certain foods to certain times of day. If I want pancakes at dinnertime, that’s what I’ll eat. If I want a nice curry at breakfast-time, that’s what I’ll eat.

But yes, I am vegan (because it’s easier on my FUBARed metabolism, for one thing), so no meat, dairy, or eggs for me, which pretty much eliminates the “standard” breakfast foods aside from cereals or pancakes made with non-dairy milk and such. I eat a lot of rice, beans, potatoes, avocados, and pretty much any veggie you can think of, usually in the form of Indian or Mexican recipes, plus a little fruit and dabs of tofu here and there. And lots of cashew-milk ice cream; it’s my vice. I hate salads, though, which is what people seem to think vegans eat all the time. *eye roll* As far as “standard” breakfast food…Not much, really. I don’t really like what I call “horse feed” cereals – the non-sugary “healthy” kind like granolas and flakes and stuff – but I will snack on Froot Loops! (Dry, because I’ve never liked cereal with milk, non-dairy or otherwise.) And I like berries and other fruits mixed with non-dairy yogurt. I just make a big bowl of berries and/or cut-up fruit and dump a couple containers of yogurt on it and eat it. (Thank God I don’t have blood sugar issues! :) ) It’s my version of a smoothie, which I don’t really like because I’m not a fan of drinking my food. :) My husband (also vegan) likes to make vegan pancakes and “bacon” made with tempeh, which is really good, but he doesn’t always have the time.

anonymous asked:

You're autistic right? Can I have some advice on how to properly write an Autistic character?

Yes, I am!
Some advice…….
I would say base your character around someome you know who is autistic, since there are so many stereotypes that are incorrect or offensive.
Most autistic people have special interests but they aren’t always obscure things like trains etc!! Mine are video games and sailor moon!! Ive heard that the most common special interest is actually star wars but dont quote me on that.
Don’t use fuctioning lables!! They actually mean nothing and are extremely offensive since they promote making autistic people “normal”. If you chracater is unable to do something a neurotypical (person without autism or any other disorder) would be able to do, then simply say that. Don’t say they are high or low functioning.
Please don’t write a story about overcoming autism!! Thats very offensive as autism is not something that needs to be overcome.
Include stims!! I wave my hands back and forth with tight wrists and jump around or rock back and forth on my feet when I get excited. But almost every autistic stims differenntly.
Also, there’s a great writing resource on thr blog @autismasks so I would go check them out! They know wayyyy more then me especially since I am still learning about myself having only been self diagnosed a few months ago and still working on my pro dx!
Thanks for asking!!!

{{ PSA: I know it might sound harsh, but if someone obviously vagueposts about me and I see one of my mutuals like that vague post, they will be soft-blocked.
I can deal with people disagreeing with me on things - that’s a normal and natural thing.
But I’m honestly getting sick and tired of this passive-aggressive vaguing and people, who obviously dislike my posts enough to like a vague post about me, but still keep following my blogs.
I hope you all realise I prefer you to unfollow me if my content bothers you, than this fake-ass tolerance. So softblocking is what I will be doing from now on. }}

Hello! I’m trying to create some minor characters for my musical and I’m trying to make them representations of people who don’t normally get talked about in mainstream media.

So come tell me about your personalities, your faults, your strengths, your disorders, your life, and anything you want me to know.

I want to make this show as inclusive as possible. I don’t want to make it “diverse” in the way most shows do nowadays. I want to showcase the lives of people going through difficulty and how their humanity, and their fears shine through. This will not be a black and white issue/musical. I want a spectrum. So please help me.

anonymous asked:

Do u think the advice of "people who weren't abused don't spend so much time wondering if they were"? Cause my friend told me that and I'm like,,,,,,could b true but what do u think cause I sure wonder and tear apart like all my time thinking about if I was lol

yeah i mean i guess i’m a little biased but i think that a person with normal, healthy relationships doesn’t question if one of those relationships is abusive.

thumbelina becoming human-sized though:

- she’d stare at people. like, not intentionally, but because there are so many who are all her size and she’s just so unaccustomed to it.

- that guy who was so scary and mean to her and seemed like such a giant? yeah he’s half a head shorter than she is to scale, and she probably only stands at like 5′0″ at normal human height.

- and noticing how the people who babied her and treated her like a child don’t seem to think of her that way anymore - no, now she’s a “young woman” and she should already be able to do things for herself that normal ladies her age do, even though so little has changed about her.

- not having to navigate her way around everything; oh, look, there’s a room, the path leads to another room, and that’s all you have to do to get there (if she doesn’t trip over all the furniture)

- conversely, not being able to fit into smaller spaces: picking up things she used and examining how bitty they are in her hand, and wondering if she really looks this small.

shelliheart  asked:

whats a smurf account if u dont mind me aakin

an alternate account, lower lvl than your main and so you start off at a lower mmr until the matchmaking system balances you back to normal and you’re back to playing with your old pal, top 500 widow main

i use KURIMU to play dps and Valencia to play shimadas almost exclusively, but people use their alts for different things. i’ve met a couple of smurfs over the past few days who play on their alts when they’re high

It’s so weird to me that the Babadook being gay started out as just “the Babadook is gay and just a normal dude who does normal stuff” when it was just a tumblr thing but as soon as it went mainstream it became “the Babadook is gay and a flaming stereotype because that’s the only way we can write gay people” and by “weird” I of course mean it isn’t that weird at all

shibolet3  asked:

Wait what con artist from 2014

I’d like to title this story “Swing And A Miss

Okay, so my high school had this program where seniors could leave school like a month and a half early and opt out of exams if they took on internships around the neighborhood, but not everyone wanted to/was eligible to do it. Back in like 2013, they had like 15 bored seniors stuck in the school, so the administration brought in this Professional Life Coach, left him in alone in a room with them for two hours to talk to them about like, self-esteem or some shit. All the kids were pulled out of their classes for this*, and later told the administration that they loved him, they really enjoyed the talk.

So, about a year later, we have a new principal. He’s supposed to set up an assembly for all the 11th and 12th graders, but he doesn’t know what to do. One of his coworkers mentions that there was a life coach that was a huge hit with the kids that didn’t do community study last year, so maybe he’d also be great for a larger audience. The principal basically thinks “okay, what the hell” and calls up and hires Jason C. Jean to come talk to the kids.

Now, it’s like, 10:30, maybe 11:00 in the morning, and two entire grades are getting shepherded to the main gymnasium, and no one wants to God damn be there. We ain’t got time for self esteem talks. We want to sleep. And this guy, watching us all drag our feet in and collapse into the bleachers was just like…offensively peppy. There’s a couple faculty members sitting behind him, the woman who suggested he be hired for this, the vice principals for the grades- but the principal himself kept getting calls so he was in and out the whole time.

Now, Mr. Jean was like…the chill “Just call me by my first name dude” history professor at college times 30. He was trying so fucking hard. I’m referring to him as ‘Mr. Jean’ in this story just to be disrespectful. So anyway, we all get in there, and he tells us right off the bat “You guys are totally allowed to be on your phones and laptops during this! I get it! It’s no problem, like really, I insist!” so while the faculty members are exchanging smiles that read ‘how do we kill that while respecting him’, all the kids are immediately pulling out their electronics and he’s starts his speech.

Now, again, I really wanna reiterate that he told us we could be on our phones- because when the news articles started coming out about this, I remember all these angry, annoying comments from old people like “Why the hell were the students on their phones in the first place! So disrespectful! These damn millennials and their social media!” like, they were completely ignoring the entire story and just focusing in on kids using the internet, and it Really Super Pissed Me Off, so. Again, we had permission for this (which also ended up being Mr. Jean’s fatal mistake).

So, he starts off this speech fairly normally, like ‘hi, I’m Jason, I’m a professional life coach and I wanna teach you kids about how to be The Best You!’ and like people were tuning him out and listening to varying degrees. Some kids (like myself) were kinda dozing off, and everyone was on twitter or facebook.

His approach to a self esteem speech seemed to be ‘let me tell you my entire life story for hours’ and like, at first I was like “I’m not really hearing this, I’m half dreaming right now” but the more I started making myself pay attention the more…bizarre and rambling his story got.

So like, for instance, he told us he drank a lot in high school. Like, a lot. But he didn’t use that as a ‘don’t drink or party too hard’ lesson, instead he was like “I was fourteen so I always called my parents to pick me up, and they weren’t mad because they knew it meant I could trust them. So remember, always tell your parents when you’re drinking!” and then it kinda got to a point where it sounded like he was encouraging partying and drinking and the like to the group of underage kids.

And then, he told us how he used to play baseball all the time when he was a kid, and at 16 reached a crossroads in his life where the Phillies wanted to draft him or he could go play football for Penn State. And he said he went with Penn State but later lost the scholarship for some reason and we’re like…really.

There was absolutely nothing coherent about anything he was saying- nothing that tied anything together, made a point, seemed like it had anything to do with an assembly on self esteem. He told us at one point he was making upwards of 7 million a year. He told us one time before college he was homeless. He told us he used to own a construction company and built his own branch of nightclubs himself, that he and his friend then ran. He told us he fought a shark and came out with no scars. He told us that he had less money now, because after surviving a work related accident- direct quote- “I fell almost 30 feet and I broke in half” - he decided to leave that industry and spend more time with his family.

So, yeah, I was pretty positive this was bullshit, but there were clearly kids in the room that were falling for it. But then he said something like…he and his friend got bored one day and started jarring up their own pasta sauce, and made a deal with wegmans or some store like that to start selling it, and now he has a pasta sauce empire. Like he spent 15 fucking minutes on this. The way he kept saying ‘pasta sauce’ was so annoying I was about to claw my ears out. But anyway, two girls in my grade wanted to find out what brand he was talking about, so they googled his name.

And then quietly gasped.

And then furiously started typing into their phones.

And remember- everyone, even though they were paying attention- was on twitter and facebook. All the sudden I see heads flying up and wide eyes and people whispering to each other. Mr. Jean doesn’t seem to notice the change and keeps rambling on, but I know something happened so I google him too and-

Okay so basically he’s 1) been arrested, 2) filed for bankruptcy like three times and 3) has been hailed as a ‘Swinger Guru’ by playboy.

EVERYONES SILENTLY FLIPPING OUT.

So by now, this is a fucking game- he still doesn’t notice anything wrong amongst the kids, so we’re all silently texting each other to fill each other in. Pulling up receipts. But still playing the part of politely intrigued audience members. The school faculty have no fucking idea what’s going on, until one of the students texts her mom, who happens to be the woman that convinced the principal to hire this guy. We see her check her phone, go wide-eyed, and she runs out of the fucking room presumably to either find the principal or hide in terror.

So Mr. Jean had been talking to random people intermittently throughout this speech, but we reach the ‘questions’ part of it. Everyone seems to silently agree that instead of just asking him anything outright, we should just see how good of a liar he was. So they’d be asking him stuff like ‘how much money did you make with ____ company’ and he’d give a ridiculously high number as people were sending each other reports of him filing for bankruptcy during that time. Or they asked him about his construction business which he said was great, and while he was talking about how great it was we were all reading his arrest report, from when a woman hired him to build her house, and he took her money and then like…just didn’t build anything. Wild. Someone asked him about his family and he’s extolling Christian virtues while we’re all on the website for his annual Swing Fest. People would ask him how he got certain jobs and he was making promises to hook kids up in interviews and shit. Everyone was loosing their God damn minds online and just barely holding it together in person. This man was so beyond full of shit- like, he was a God awful life coach but his dedication to lying was inspirational.

We eventually get to leave and everyone is yelling and cracking up and freaking out, all running to our classes to tell the teachers and the underclassmen everything, and the teachers are freaking out, alternating between horrified confusion and laughing hysterically. Before the school day even ended, someone had called a bunch of news stations. The principal was freaking out and denying he had anything to do with it, before calling some students to his office to see what exactly the kids had searched up on the guy…Because apparently teenagers can perform better background checks than school officials. It was all anyone could talk about for weeks.

A couple months after this, for my theater class’ showcase, I wrote and directed a skit called ‘Mason B. Mean’. It was a huge hit. The principal was in the audience. I’ve never seen a grown man look so dead inside. I made sure I was out of the room before he came up to congratulate the cast and everything. The next day, my theater teacher told me his only comment about the skit was a quiet, long-suffering “Why.” 😂😂

Annnnnnnnd that’s the time a Swinger Entrepreneur rambled on about pasta sauce and money in front of teenagers who knew how to use google for almost two hours.  

http://www.philly.com/philly/news/breaking/Montco_principal_apologizes_for_having_swinger_entrepreneur_speak_to_kids.html

I think we need to normalize the idea of marrying friends. I don’t mean in a “the best romantic relationships come from the best friendships” type way, though I do believe that’s true. I mean in a “I have zero romantic feelings for you, but I would totally spend the rest of my life committed to a future where you are my primary partner and maybe even raise a family together” type way.

Like, I don’t think it should be an aromantic-exclusive option, or a plan B when you and your best friend are still single at 40 and want to take yourselves out of the dating market.

I’ve heard it mostly as that backup plan, that “if I don’t find anyone, I’ll just marry Trish haha”, and I don’t think that’s even what I’m talking about normalizing. That’s a secondary outcome, seen as “giving up” on finding “real love”, and even if a pair of friends go for it, it’s plagued with this general feeling of “sub par”.

What I mean is that marrying a best friend (or having a committed intimate or emotional platonic relationship) should be seen as just as worth doing as marrying someone you’re in love with. It should be normal for teenagers to try as many committed friendships as they do romantic relationships. It should be normal for someone to say “this is my best friend and if everything works out, maybe we’ll move in together later” or “Trish and I have been roommates for two years now. We’re considering adopting soon, or Trish might carry a child!”

And as an aromantic person, it shouldn’t be strange for me to say “I prefer friendship to romance”. People should hear that and nod their heads like “that’s understandable. John feels the same.”

Hell, I see so many people expressing that they prefer their friends’ company to their romantic partner’s. “My friends understand me better and I think treat me better” and they’re expected to go home to this person, to marry and have kids with this person. It’s bizarre to me. Your platonic feelings for your friend aren’t inferior to your romantic feelings for your boyfriend, and if one of them treats you better than the other, I think you should probably rethink which one is your primary partner.

I also find it strange that it’s not more common in poly spaces for a friend to be considered a legitimate “partner”. In a world where friendships were just as likely to bloom into life partnerships as romantic relationships, I think polyamory would be much more commonplace. “I committed to Josephine about a year ago and now we own a home, but I fell in love with Joe about six months ago and we’re all trying to make it work.” Josephine shouldn’t have to worry about her partner leaving her for Joe just because their bond is romantic and therefore the “sensible” relationship to choose over the other.

I’m just ranting at this point, but I reiterate: committed friendships should not be seen as strange and “sad”, but as a legitimate option for a lifetime commitment. Not just for aromantics like myself, but for everyone. It should just be normal.

And not to be presumptuous, but I don’t think I’m alone in this thinking

You know what pisses me the fuck off?

When people compliment cis men they always say “you’re so sexy, you’re so hot”. And when people compliment trans men, ESPECIALLY if they’re pre-t, they just go “PRECIOUS BOY SO SMALL SO TINY SO CUTE AWWWW”

And honestly? It doesn’t make me feel good about myself at all. They don’t even call us MEN, they call us BOYS. Even if some of us are 20 years old, we’re boys. It pisses me off.

I want to be hot. I want to be sexy and I want to be known as a man. A normal dude. Not just some small tiny baby boy who’s so cute and innocent. Fuck that.

If you’re gonna call me “smol cute boy” you’d might as well just tell me “I think you’re a girl and totally different than cis men, and I can’t call you hot”.