(was @epicene-street-light on tumblr, just backing up my blog here).
its so wild to me that there are men out there willing to pay to see feet. feet. those are feet. why do you pay for feet and, most importantly… how much….
does anyone ever just slip into a mood where all you do is wander aimlessly around your house and narrate your feelings and actions in your head like you’re in a novel
“Waluigi is the ultimate example of the individual shaped by the signifier. Waluigi is a man seen only in mirror images; lost in a hall of mirrors he is a reflection of a reflection of a reflection. You start with Mario – the wholesome all Italian plumbing superman, you reflect him to create Luigi – the same thing but slightly less. You invert Mario to create Wario – Mario turned septic and libertarian – then you reflect the inversion in the reflection: you create a being who can only exist in reference to others. Waluigi is the true nowhere man, without the other characters he reflects, inverts and parodies he has no reason to exist. Waluigi’s identity only comes from what and who he isn’t – without a wider frame of reference he is nothing. He is not his own man. In a world where our identities are shaped by our warped relationships to brands and commerce we are all Waluigi.”
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I, We, Waluigi: a Post-Modern analysis of Waluigi by Franck Ribery
how come straight girls can talk about how hot girls are and no one questions it but whenever a lesbian mentions insert guy is handsome suddenly all they hear is “but are you sure you’re a lesbian?” as if we can’t recognise someone’s appeal without being attracted to them
why is it that only straight people are allowed to be “comfortable with their sexualities”
You know – i wouldnt be so loud about being a lesbian if i didnt spend years of my life – all of my formative years, in fact – hating myself and being ashamed of the monster i saw myself as – for that. Im still not over it & will probably never be. I reclaim my ugliness & monstrosity bc i dont want to be appalling to straight, cis people but it hurts. It hurts so much. And i feel really alone. Having to claw your humanity out of the hands of those who want your kind to be dead because theyre “aberrations” – it hurts. I dont think it will ever stop hurting. Its okay, tho. Im still there. But it hurts.
Seeing yourself as a monster, then taking your pain and despair and anger to fight back and grant the monster rights… it takes some strength & bravery you know