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beckette:

beckette:

men weaponize art against women

notable examples of this include:

that one college guy who was going to play the piano on campus until his ex took him back

the game designer who tried to propose to his (now ex) girlfriend via the spider man video game

the song “hey there, delilah”. written abt a girl who was in a relationship w another man

any time a guy tries to use art to manipulate a woman into loving him and/or giving him what he wants, he’s wielding it as a weapon

its almost like alot of art is made out of passion???????

there’s nothing wrong w making art out of passion u dumb fuck! it becomes a problem when it’s done loudly and in public to put someone on the spot!!

the art isn’t inherently the problem! the motive is!

use context clues and stop being so willfully obtuse!!

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

okay bye

my parents vs me being a lesbian:

– 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)

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i wish i was at dawn in a lavender field

i wish it was 5am and i was bare foot in the middle of a brook listening to birds and the forest

i wish i was back in the mountains and having a walk on the road at 3am in my 19th century like white nighshirt looking like the ghost i am inside

this is what my mind looks like five seconds before i either start writing poetry or having hallucinations guys