Queer Creative Writing Major Order

Day one of Comic Con complete!! I had so much fun with this cosplay. Shoutout to the one person who recognized me 🫶

aroallos: you are not gross or impure.

alloaces: you are not “waiting for the right person”.

aroaces: you are not unfeeling.

angled aspecs and oriented aroaces: your love is valid.

aplatonic and aqueerplatonic people: you are normal.

demi and greyspec folks: you are not “just like everyone else”.

abro, aceflux, and aroflux people: you are not “indecisive”.

hetero aspecs: you are part of the community.

sex/romance positive aspecs and hypersexual aspecs: you are not pretending to be aspec.

sex/romance indifferent people: you are deserving of respect.

sex/romance repulsed people, both allo and aspec: you are not broken.

aspecs who use microlabels I have not included above: you exist.

aspecs: you are here. you are queer. you are deserving of whatever kind of love you want to receive.

Madeline Miller, Song of Achilles // Ryan O'Connell // Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray // Beau Taplin, "Platonic" // Hanya Yanagihara, A Little Life // Euripides, Heracles (trans. Anne Carson) // Fredrik Backman, Us Against You // Graffiti from Pompeii // @kigiom // @lucidloving

[Requested by @vampire-reanimator]

We need more demisexual rep for many reasons but #1 because why is the best representation of my sexuality ive ever encountered neil fucking josten

(said with affection)

◇ my sweet boy ◇

#hurricane milton

Evacuate.

I'm breaking character to speak very seriously. If you're in Florida, do NOT ignore evacuation orders. If you have Floridian friends or family, tell THEM to get out too.

I'm begging you personally.

Back during Hurricane Sandy, which made landfall on the East Coast as a mere cyclone, my stupid ass did not evacuate. I watched it roll in, trapped on the upper floor by rising floodwaters. Vehicles became wrecking balls in the current. Pieces of houses were ripped clean off. The glass on the windows bent-- if the wind was any stronger, they might have shattered.

The storm outside painted the world pitch black. It was like nothing existed outside those bulging windows except rain and chaos. I could only hear the roar of the wind, interlaced by an irregular din of crunching, scraping, and crackling.

It was only when the surge subsided that I learned that those noises were the sounds of yachts and house boats that had been lifted out of the harbor. Unmanned on the current, they crashed into telephone poles, dug trenches in the roads, and ripped through the walls of houses as if they were cardboard. That could have been me.

It was one of the most terrifying ordeals of my life. I survived because I was lucky.

If you've been ordered to evacuate, get out NOW. If you're not scared of "a little rain," you will be terrified by the time it's too late. It will be because you're trapped by an inky black ocean of rising water, surrounded by broken glass and shrieking wind, your little island growing smaller and smaller until you're swallowed whole.

And, for the love of all that is good, IF you're trapped in that situation, DO NOT GO OUTSIDE. Stay where you are safe until you physically cannot. Treat the water with the same caution as if it is alive and wants to kill you.

Be well. Stay safe. Keep your loved ones assured of your wellbeing.

I dont usually have fan casts, but im watching a.p. bio with my family and no one can tell me this isnt Andrew Minyard.

Academic weapon (I type one sentence then pick up my phone.)

One of my daily poems, a task assigned by my creative writing professor