types of academia pt. 2
art: paint dried at the cuffs of your favorite jacket, ink smudged hands, your notebooks are just sketchbooks for your class doodles with notes crammed in between the drawings, sudden revelations, wanting to create something meaningful with your own two hands, thinking of pygmalion during your sculpting class, reading a book and coming across that one sentence that sparks the inspiration for your next piece, afternoons on a soft green hill sketching, the scent of jasmine on the breeze, the music blaring in your headphones is all you can hear or feel as you work through the night, laying under the starlight
writer: the sound of a pen against parchment, the glow of a computer screen in a dark room, the sound of a clock ticking away the hours, reading with a hunger that will only be satisfied once you can give shape to your own words, empty notebooks, notebooks full of poetry, forgotten ideas that were not written down, your notes app is full of poetry, rainy days full of time spent typing away, living every experience in its rawest fork because you know you can write about it later, “write what you know” so you try to know everything, dreaming through your characters eyes, you and the moon have become good friends after nights spent writing under her light and reading your prose out loud
romantic: sketches of your love in a sketchbook that’s falling apart, singing to the moon at night, reciting sonnets alone in the woods, linen and silk, bathed in golden light, wax seals on love letters, pressed flowers in a journal, wanting to catch the stars and put them in the eyes of the one you love, the sweet scent of roses, ivy crawling up a cobblestone wall, a garden full of statues and plants that flint silver in the moonlight, sweet milk tea, daydreaming in a meadow
sci-fi: stargazing is a personality trait, deteriorating copies of sci-fu novels, coffee stained science magazines, a cork board full of conspiracies, squinting at the sky in search of life, believing there’s something more, tangled headphones, leather-bound dream journal, fog filled nights, psychoanalyzing, sticky note with the names of different theories scribbled on it that you need to research later, scrolling through wikipedia pages under your blanket when you should be sleeping, walkie talkies, a head full of wonder
urban: city lights blazing like stars, briskly walking down streets through the crisp air, drizzle fogging your glasses, hands in the pockets of a frayed coat, the overt dichotomy of light and dark, shadows in alleys and buzzing neon signs, dim bars and lit apartment windows, a small book shop crammed between a starbucks and bank, going to a vintage movie theater at the center of the city, mornings spent at the museum that’s free before noon, nights snuggled up in a blanket in your small, overpriced apartment as you read a book near the window and watch the city breathe
pt. 1
You just said you had a problem with contraception, you think people can’t read now?
I said i don't agree with it
You said i don't allow women to make choices for their bodies.
Right...
I don't know why you are taking things out of context.
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YOUR WRITING IS GREAT
your writing is great
your writing is great
YOUR WRITING IS GREAT
your writing is great
YOUR WRITING IS GREAT
and don’t you forget it
It's embarrassing. It really is just embarrassing.
Now wait, before you go rushing to the comments or my inbox to yell at me behind the anon button, keep reading.
You're mad because there are some people who don't experience attraction or gender the same way you do?
You think they should be cast out until they can qualify as "normal" by your standards?
Do you know who you sound like?
You sound exactly like the cishets who hate us.
Just wait. Keep reading. You'll get your chance.
Here's some advice, from an "older" queer who has seen this before: homophobic cishets will never accept you, because in their eyes, you are fundamentally Different.
And that is not something to be upset about or mourn. Your difference is what makes you powerful.
But what does it say about you when you use that difference, that power, to hurt and oppress others?
Others with whom you have more in common, than you will ever have with any cishet?
Keep going.
Do you know why we have this merged community? Why we stand together instead of apart?
Because together, we are stronger. This community is meant to be a source of strength, of love and acceptance, in a world that thinks we're wrong, or broken, or diseased.
We have all suffered. Some more than others. Many of our people aren't here anymore. We have lost so many of our community over the years.
But turning against each other? Its weakening the entire community. And the cishets know this, and they love it.
If we are too busy fighting each other, we cannot fight them when they come for us. When they come for our rights and our very lives.
Is that what you want?
I love this community. I was hurting so badly, growing up in a homophobic household. Having slurs thrown at me by family, friends, and bullies alike, before I was even self aware enough to realise they applied to me personally.
When I figured it out, I was terrified. I was depressed, suicidal, and so scared of letting people down. All because I was different.
Then I came here. And I found people like me for the first time. I found a home. Within the blogs of strangers that I'd never met, whose names I didn't even know, I had people tell me that I'm normal. That my attraction isn't bad, or wrong. That I am not broken.
It saved me. This community saved me. And it has saved so many others.
Do you really want to be the reason that legacy ends?
So the next time you sit at your keyboard, and you start up another post about how X Group doesn't "belong" here, I want you to sit and think for a moment. How would you feel if someone said that about you? About your sexuality or your gender identity?
And then after that, I want you to do some genuine research into your community and its history. Chances are, you don't know as much as you think you do. And that's okay. You can learn.
My DMs are open. If you're willing to learn and be civil, I'm willing to speak with you and help you educate yourself.
However, if all you're willing to do is mock me, the community, or anything I've said in this post? I will not hesitate to block you. This will be your only warning.
Did y’all catch last week’s upload? I chat my top ten (underrated) writing techniques, including some that I made up lol! What are your favourite writing techniques?