Things My Grandma Thinks “made Me” A Homosexual:

Yeah

they are so butch4femme coded. this is girls kissing. this is wlw this is my tragic yuri

I’m not writing faerie porn to reinvent the tree of good and evil. If you want to be spoon fed moral purity go read the book about drowning children, God’s Favorite’s enacting horrible crimes out of infantile yearning for power, SA, and thought crime.

now say it with me: authors/artists dont owe you moral purity. an author/artist job is not to hold you by the hand & tell you exactly what is Good™ & what is Bad™. you should be able to think for yourself

this isn't my usual content, but something really struck me as i was visiting a part of the city unfamiliar to me today. and here is my takeaway:

I should not have to be afraid all the time. I should not have to look over my shoulder every ten minutes and be suspicious of every man in the vicinity. I should not have to scan a fucking public space, during broad daylight, for another woman to feel reassured. I should not have to maneuver the way I walk on a sidewalk, because something that has happened to others before can happen again. I should not have to avoid eye contact all the time just to feel semi-safe.

so why have we reached a point where this is normalized? I'm the one taking preventive measures and the people the law should be after don't even get apprehended properly more often than not. do we talk about the kolkata case anymore? we don't. mainstream media lost interest, at the end of the day. is it because actual justice was served? no.

and it's not as if this is far from me either. I don't think it's far from anyone.

there were a couple men that regularly roamed near my college who, according to firsthand reports, touched students inappropriately in the crowd. they were found. they were reported. we made a group chat to keep each other safe and updated. I was actually terrified of going that month. and the worst part? I don't know what happened to them. they disappeared, whether because they knew they were found or because they were apprehended, I don't know. or maybe they're still there, but all the students are too resigned to say anything anymore.

why?

because they were reported. and the enforcement said that one man in particular did it to 'go to jail for free food'. they would arrest him, keep him for a few months, then free him. so he did it again. and again. until the police were just used to it. I'm not saying the police don't do anything, because that would be inaccurate, but this incident still remains a part of my daily life. that is an institution I go to everyday. if I can't feel safe in my own locality after it's dark, if I can't feel safe at my college, if someone isn't safe in their own workplace, if I am constantly afraid whenever I go out alone... would you call that a safe country? a free one?

this isn't about any specific institution or political party or anything like that. this is about a rot that's been festering since the very beginning. something that should have been stamped out, but continues anyway.

we were promised a right to life with dignity.

this is not dignity.

That is fucking amazing

Thank you all for the lovely comments on the standee version. For those who missed it and were asking if I was selling the standees, unfortunately they are sold out because I only made a few but I have two (2) leftover framed print versions of this piece that you can find HERE

They have acrylic finish and partial holographic printing as well. Shares appreciated!

This website is always going buck wild for Eddie’s. Personally I don’t get the hype.

Season One, Episode Two

I think it’s very fun actually, to have a historian fall in love with a nerdy vampire.

A Discovery of Witches, Season One, Episode One

If you haven’t seen it yet, try to make it at least half an hour in.

The dialogue gets better.

Also:

This is one of those times something get’s compared to Twilight and it’s not lying. This has strong Twilight-isms, for better or worse.

You ever find yourself 500 words deep in an essay about kink theory and think to yourself “How did I get here? Is this what I want to be doing with my life?”

Because when that happens I usually just keep on writing.

Transitioning to being a full time cane user, and one of the first things I’ve noticed is now the bus doesn’t start moving until I’m sitting.

That was very much not the case before.

The texts I send my friends at 2am.

Franz Kafka, 1912

Things my grandma thinks “made me” a homosexual:

#1 Disturbia by Rihanna was the first ringtone I ever got on my flip phone.