SNS Week: Day 3 - Collab with @saucegayuchihayyyy
I find myself
in a cold sweat,
as your face disappears
and I spring up in bed.
You may be gone
but your image remains,
engulfing my heart
and polluting my brain.
Don’t think I’ve forgotten
The things you would say,
the way that you smiled,
that you walked away.
I just can’t escape
the sting of the pain
that you left like a last kiss,
that day in the rain.
How could you leave…
and where did you go?
You’re in front of my eyes,
whether open or closed.
The rare political post: #politics (I also use this as a catch-all for social issues like feminism and men’s rights)
I try to tag mental illness things as either #mental health or #mental illness, I still don’t have a consistent tag for that.
I also don’t tag shitposts with any specific tag.
Any other show/movie/game I post about will be tagged with what it is, but if it’s not on this list that means I don’t post about it with any consistency.
If you want to blacklist any ships, I most commonly post:
Another thing to note is that I do not tag trigger warnings except in very rare circumstances. From my own standpoint, my blog is fairly safe, but if you find my content triggering, please please please take care of yourself and unfollow me. I won’t take it personally.
Last but not least, I am here to have fun and make friends. Please be kind to me and others, and I will be respectful to you.
when I was a kid, I told my mom that I wanted to be an actress when I grew up. You know what she told me?
She said, “sure, but you’re going to have to do it in China. America won’t hire you if you’re Asian.”
And that was it for that dream.
Of course, that was just a phase - one of many, one I would’ve gotten over anyway. But what she said stuck to me. You’re going to have to act in China, because America doesn’t hire Asians.
And if there’s anything I learned over these years, it’s that she was right. Asian-Americans don’t get to see ourselves on screen. We don’t get to read about our deeds. And we get pissed. We complain, we shout, and people dismiss us because, oh, “the Japanese are okay with Ghost in the Shell”, and “I’ve heard that mainland Chinese are perfectly fine with Iron Fist.” Well, great for them. This isn’t about them.
This is about us. Asian-Americans. Asian-Canadians. Asian-Australians. Asian hyphen something. And the Asians in Asia don’t understand - because they can’t. They’re surrounded by media portrayals of them. They never have to fight for representation because it’s always there. They have no idea what it’s like to live in a country that sees you as other, and then to have to go back to your home country, to have your parents tell you “this is you, this is your culture, your heritage” and you look upon the faces of your family and you see nothing of yourself in them.
Asian-Americans are not the same as Asians who live in Asia. We live in a different culture. Our values, our beliefs, the experiences that shape our lives are separate.
We want to see ourselves in western media because it’s what we grew up with. It’s what surrounds us. Sure, we can watch K-dramas and anime and Chinese/Taiwanese/Japanese/whatever dramas, and a lot of us do, but it’s still not us.
We shouldn’t have to go watch Asian dramas just to see a part of us represented. We shouldn’t have to move to Asia just to be hired.
We deserve to represent, and be represented, as ourselves.