why r there so many cishet songs that are like “babe i dont care what they say about us being together” wow the heterosexual struggle
I definitely see where you’re coming from.
My whole life I’ve been informed being anything but straight is disgusting and wrong and WILL get me disowned and so on. And I get that struggle, I do.
But even in the heterosexual relationships, families still have this “tier” of acceptable. And the classification is so small that if they don’t pick the partner themselves, they probably won’t like them.
The only reason my mother is okay with the relationship I’m in now is because she’s dark-skinned. Mom dislikes so many other things about her, but this is the first she hasn’t been near hostile over my partners since I first recognized romance.
So yeah. Thank you for saying this. It may not be a happy subject, but it’s still nice knowing there are others facing the same or similar treatments.
Too much sad on this blog, too much I say
If I’m confident in myself as gender-fluid but I don’t go out of my way to let people know I am not cisgender and straight, what do I do when someone labels me as such? I’ve always been a covert person and I really couldn’t care less what you call me, but maybe I do? A coworker said she couldn’t say something in front of me because she was embarrassed and I was okay with that. But when another coworker followed up with, “yeah the only response you could have is ‘I’m not a guy’, which you clearly are”, I got super uncomfortable. Maybe I should rethink how vocal I am about…stuff.
i’m not very good at small talk, i want 2 talk about dying and aliens and sex and meaning and the sky i am terrible at asking about school and weather
I’m actually terrible at this. I find everything else kinda boring.
"Real food" is a term I dislike almost as much as "real women," and for many of the same reasons…
Right this minute, there is someone going through chemotherapy shopping at your grocery store, buying popsicles and ice cream to help their sore mouth, and worrying what the cashier is going to think.
There is someone on hemodialysis buying white bread instead of whole wheat, trying to keep their phosphorus levels reasonable between appointments and hoping for the best.
There is a person attending intensive outpatient treatment for their eating disorder who has been challenged by their therapist to buy a Frappuccino.
There are dietitians picking up a dozen different candy bars to eat with their clients, who feel ashamed and guilty about enjoying them.
There is someone who just doesn’t have it in them to cook right now, and this frozen pizza and canned soup will keep them going.
There are people recovering from chronic dieting and semi-starvation who are buying chocolate and chips at their deprived body’s insistence.
All around us are people listening to what their bodies need and attempting to make the best possible choice within a context of overwhelming food pressure. All of their choices are valid, and every single one of these foods is “real.”
This post is so important. This is so, so important.