theres this statue in singapore that was created by fernando botero and its just this giant fat bird and i think he should officially be added to the ‘wonders of the world’
Ca m’énerve trop les gens qui disent “Quoi t’as pas lu ça ? T’as pas vu ça ? Mais t’as pas de culture générale !”
Genre ils comprennent pas que la culture générale ça dépend complètement de ton groupe social, de ta situation économique (tous le monde ne peut pas aller au cinéma toutes les semaines coco), de ton éducation, de l’éducation de tes parents, de tes études (SI TU AS FAIT DES ETUDES) de ton ethnie ????
Et de ce que tu aimes ou non aussi ????
Bah oui, y’a des gens qui n’aiment pas lire
Y’a des gens qui n’aiment pas le cinéma ou les séries
La culture général c’est subjectif
Ta passion c’est les porte-avions, les lapins de garenne ?? GO, aies une culture de ouf dans un domaine qui te plait !
Laissez les gens tranquille s’ils ont pas vu Fight Club ou lu Nana putain et arrêtez de rendre les gens honteux d’aimer des trucs qui sont pas de la consommation de masse
Arrêtez d’être des têtes de cons en fait
enjoy a poetry post while im slightly drunk on wine and completely smashed by despair
apparently lucid poetry hiding an abyss of void: my goal and aesthetic
you know those poems who seem serene but cause emotional breakdowns? you know the ones? thats what im trying to do with my work
cats are so beautiful and loving…. when they paw at you and ask u to pet them.. when they purr and close their eyes in content… a warm loaf … when they knead on you… thinking YOU are the bread… stupid… they are the bread… i love cats… so much….
– after a “hint” i could be gay (read: i told her i liked how blue hair looked like) my mother threw a big fit, called me a degenerate dyke and demanded i left her house “if i wanted to fuck other disgusting whore dykes”. i was prepared to this and actually started packing my stuff, until my father told me she had “changed her mind”.
– after this she gave me the silent treatment for weeks, and openly despised me, only talking to me to make sure i knew i was a subhuman (i mean, it didnt change much from the usual, but still)
– homosexuality was taboo
– when i finally came out, she simply refused to believe me, called me an actor and a drama queen thirsty for attention
– i had to come out literally 3 times
– once she told me to “prove it”
– my father said nothing, ever, but he was more accepting
– she finally started to believe me when i introduced them to my ex
– then she manipulated me into breaking up with my ex (which didnt work)
– she said i was gonna be a victim of conjugal violence because “statistics prove that lesbians are violent”
– said i was mutilating myself & that i wanted to be “an fucking faggot symbol” when i shaved my head and basically started acting more masculine
– started controlling even more obsessively my body, my clothes, and my whole life
– lifted my shirt to expose my boobs to my father when she found out i stopped wearing a bra, and had him contemplate and comment on my boobs’ appearance. she also lifted my shirt everyday to make sure i was wearing a bra.
– had me kneel before her and vocally admit i was the luckiest lesbian on earth because they were “supportive” and “didn’t expel me from their house”
– still called me slurs, and insulted me on a daily basis (ableism, homophobia, misogyny, and others)
– probably other things im forgetting
and honestly, im not complaining. i know there are plenty of other people who are in a much more difficult situation with their family than i was.
this doesnt mean to be useful, or informative. i just felt like writing this down. (you can reply and like but please dont reblog)
Hey @the-dwarven-prince quick question why the hell are you reblogging this. like. how can my very specific experience of homophobia can possibly interest your followers i need answers
