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@theblehthatbloos

Laughs, life stories, humor, some random stuff... Art? Sf Native, Mixed, Bi/Pan, 30

From an early age, Asian artists are taught to erase ourselves and other people of color. But self-love puts us back in the picture. It’s easy to beat ourselves up for centering/privileging whiteness—which I’ve done in my previous works. But it’s not mutually exclusive to be proud of those works, and still recognize our failings and limitations that we need to work on. It’s not wholly incumbent on creators of color to dismantle racist institutions on our own (the responsibility lies primarily with the white people who built them), but we can and should do our best to push back on these systems whenever possible. (Please don’t repost or edit my work. Reblogs are always appreciated)

There was a young man from Peru

Whose limericks stopped at line two

There once was a man from Verdun

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There once was a man from the sticks Whose limericks stopped at line six. They were fine till line five Then they took quite a dive — But the problem is easy to fix If you just ignore the last line, it doesn't even follow the rhyme scheme oh god I've really lost control of this thing I'm so sorry...

There once was a man

From Cork who got limericks

And haiku confused.

There once was a man from the sticks

Who liked to compose limericks

But he failed at the sport

Because he wrote them too short

There once was a man from the Kells

Whose limericks mixed with villanelles

Said he, when you asked

Which line would come last,

"There once was a man from the Kells."

ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXY

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There once was a man with few morals

That never could quite get their orals

The writing was fine, their fascade sublime

But once his mouth mouth opened he foiled

I hate correcting customers who call me ma'am and miss and honey over the phone, because only about 30 percent of the time do they apologize and start calling me sir, while 70 percent of the time they double down assuming I was trans and continue misgendering me on purpose to show how little respect they have for me as a human being. "Thank you, MISS."

I'm a cis man, for the record.

Whenever I correct someone and they keep it up, I simply refuse service. "Oh, I'm sorry, we're completeley booked up the day you wanted. Yeah, no, we're booked up on your backup dates too. Looks like our next opening isn't until, hmm, mid-November. Oh, but it doesn't have enough beds for your party. We could probably fit you in around New Years, but you'd have to change rooms every day. You might wanna try [more expensive motel] a few blocks north of us, they might have vacancies. Have a good day."

I've been able to dodge what few complaints we've gotten so far because they all tell my boss that they just spoke to a very nasty woman, and she has no idea who they're talking about. "You must have dialed the wrong number, because I'm the only woman here, and I didn't talk to you." That PISSES THEM OFF, and she doesn't understand why they respond with "well we've been staying there for years, but we're never coming back." They think she's protecting me, an afab trans man, and are disgusted by it, but from her perspective they're just crazy people who are complaining about made up bullshit; it doesn't even cross her mind that they're talking about me. Why would it?

My boss is like 70 or 75, and was a Republican until 2016. It's never come up in conversation, but something tells me she wouldn't exactly be a trans ally. I'm in a weird position here, and it's hilarious.

“Cut a chrysalis open, and you will find a rotting caterpillar. What you will never find is that mythical creature, half caterpillar, half butterfly, a fit emblem for the human soul, for those whose cast of mind leads them to seek such emblems. No, the process of transformation consists almost entirely of decay.”

— From Regeneration by Pat Barker (via percybysshes)