Latest Posts by itsallvenus - Page 3
I just like to bend them up a little
this is why we do it, boys
Sunshine <3
i call this one “nobody likes you when youre 23”
I joked a few minutes ago about how in internet discourse anyone over 25 is a “queer elder” but come to think of it most of these young discoursers don’t even believe such a concept exists. Gay men who watched their entire friends groups perish to AIDS are “privileged cis gays,” older trans women who use dated terminology to describe their own experiences are problematic, elders are just a conservative old guard to rebel against, and anyone over thirty who speaks to you at all must be a predator. The first time I heard the phrase “okay groomer” online, it wasn’t coming from self identified conservatives but from tiktok teens reacting against leather at Pride. You guys are ignorant and uncultured and proud of it!
look, i'm sorry to say it, but if you really truly want to see more queer representation in media, you're going to need to be okay with seeing representation that you don't relate to at all. you need to be okay with media that has queer characters but none who share your specific identity. you need to be okay with media that has queer characters who do share your identity but who you find completely unrelatable. this is because you are not the only queer person on the planet and queer people who are not you, including queer people who you share no similarities with besides your queerness, deserve to see themselves represented.
you also need to be okay with media that shows a queer experience that you personally find uncomfortable. it's okay if you hate coming out stories, but other people find them valuable, so they need to exist. it's okay if you're a masc trans guy and you feel uncomfortable seeing femme transmasc characters, but femme transmascs do exist in real life and also deserve to see themselves represented. it's okay if you're uncomfortable with queer stories that involve cheating or abusive/toxic relationships or queer characters who are not good people, but other people find a lot of meaning in those stories, so you need to be okay with the fact that they exist.
please stop calling out creators—particularly queer creators—for writing queer representation that you don't personally relate to. if you want every queer person to be able to feel represented in media and if you want every queer creator to be able to make the stories they want to tell, you're going to have to learn to accept that some stories will feel completely unrelatable to you, and that's okay, and it doesn't mean those stories are "problematic" or "bad representation"
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What are your pronouns?
You can use any, homie.
Reposts?
No. Nowhere at anytime. Not even with credit.
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I'm not against NSFW/suggestive jokes or banter from regulars and mutuals, but please refrain from requesting NSFW art or making actual inappropriate comments about me or characters.
I also do not RP, so don't expect a response if you try that.
And of course, no bullying or harassment. I will not engage in discourse or rumors about myself or mutuals. Any asks like that will be deleted, and while I'm a pretty patient person, I will block you depending on the severity of your message. That being said, if there's a concern you feel needs to be brought to my attention, I will heed it and address it how I see fit, which could mean posting a reply or not. Thank you for understanding!
Tag Rules!
Please feel free to tag me in anything you'd like me to see! I'd be so happy to see art, fics, funnies, etc. this can include your own works or things you think I'd like.
My restrictions are about the same as my Ask Rules. Nothing explicit, though suggestive is fine, no discourse, no gore/body horror, and nothing you're trying to get me to signal boost. Thank you!
Can I make a (fanwork) for your fics/characters/sona/etc?
Yes yes yes!!!! Nothing explicit, though! This includes anything sexual or gorey.
And please feel free to ask me any questions if you need clarity on characterization or references.
Is this an 18+ only blog?
No, but it's not always minor-friendly, either. You will find suggestive or simpy content here. If that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to block me. But you have been warned.
Can I DM you?
I'm not always the best at responding due to anxiety, especially if I don't know you/we're not mutuals, but at the moment I am okay with receiving DMs.
I also understand that sometimes we all need a friend, and if you feel like I'd be a good person to reach out to, then please do. Do not count on me replying, but know that you're welcome to send me a message.
That being said, my restrictions are the same as my Ask Rules. And DO NOT send me anything about s*icide or SH. I'm serious. If you need help, reach out to a professional. Do not put that on my shoulders. I will not respond to you, and if I catch you doing it more than once, I will block you. You have been warned.
What art program do you use?
Currently, Procreate. I'm still deciding if I like it. I'd actually be very grateful for advice about it if anyone has any.
the commodification of friendship is the most annoying thing to come out of the internet in ages. like actually i love to break this to you but you're supposed to help your friends move even if it's hard work. or stay up with them when they're sad even if you're gonna lose sleep. you're supposed to listen to their fears and sorrows even if it means your own mind takes on a little bit of that weight. that's how you know that you care. they will drive you to the airport and then you will make them soup when they're sick. you're supposed to make small sacrifices for them and they are supposed to do that for you. and there's actually gonna be rough patches for both of you where the balance will be uneven and you will still be friends and it will not be unhealthy and they will not be abusive. life is not meant to be an endless prioritization of our own comfort if it was we would literally never get anywhere ever. jesus.
Long hair not in a masculine or feminine way but in a viking way. Perhaps even a pirate way
Andrew Garfield attends the Golden Globes in Beverly Hills, California on January 10, 2023
WELL WELL WELL @ohno-the-sun T'WAS I WHO WAS YOUR SECRETEST SANTA!!!
BEHOLD!!
i had a dream last night that i had been born the right way, that i had no trouble listening and made friends easily and straightened my hair and dated only ben from highschool until i got married to him. that our ring was gold even though silver is my color and i don't support diamonds
i had a dream that i hadn't ever been ugly or weird, that we'd had enough money to actually afford the clothes everyone was wearing and in eighth grade i actually twisted my ankle in ugg boots. that all my memories were now diagonally drawn across the river i should have been raised from -
we walked down boston in the chill and i kept talking about how lucky i was to have a wonderful husband and how my father's love poured over our relationship in evergreen gin - i swear sometimes i think he prefers ben - and all the girls that bullied me were now my beautiful friends with husbands and lives of their own, spun out in gold and rhinestones
i had a dream that i hadn't been made wrong, that god had treated me gently, that the hole that opened in me hadn't seeped into everything, staining all of my fingers in chaos and lightning. i had a dream i didn't know secrets about sharp things or how deep the hole goes or how hard someone can hit rock bottom, the snap of the bone.
i had a dream i kept twisting the ring and turning to my oldest friend, who was frowning. barely looking at me. i had a dream i got straight a's and went to a different college but it meant we lost touch after it. she wasn't the same here - strange, unloving, chilly. something is wrong, i kept saying. we were just out for boba tea. my hair was long and pretty and i'd never dyed it enough to turn it frizzy. something is wrong and i think it's with me.
in this world, i still went to church. in this world, i had never been abandoned. in this world, i had never disappointed my parents. in this world, neither she nor i ever kissed girls and meant it. she hadn't met her wife. in this world, nothing ever needed fixing. i didn't ruin things compulsively.
is it worth it? she said, watching me. is it worth it, everything that's missing?
my heart goes out to anyone who was made to feel stupid for caring too much. anyone who was laughed at or "cringed" at for being themselves. anyone who cried silently so they don't be a burden. anyone whose love was taken for granted. anyone who feels unsafe in their own bodies. to anyone who felt devastated because others failed to be humane enough. it's not you, it's them. i hope you find a way to love yourself again. you're not alone. you're important.
Hey, you take your time. Heal. Do what feels right for you. If you need to step off completely from your socials, do ! We’ll still be here when you need us :)
(Ps. Something that helped me with my anxiety was blocking everyone I knew irl from my socials) Wishing you the best 💛💙
This is very very sweet. Thank you, I appreciate it. I don't want to lose all social interaction, just those irl. I feel like the risk is lower here.
Hey Red! I was reminded of our conversation a few days ago by this TikTok
No need to reply to this ask if you don't want, just wanted to share
Ahhh man tearing up again
I have really big plans I don't think I'll ever talk about on here, because I plan for my stage persona to be completely disconnected from who I am right now. But I hope that everything I do and build in the future will allow me to support the research of HIV/AIDS in the way I want to. To campaign for a cure and for resources and for relief how I want to. I'll never know what it was like to live through the heat of the Crisis, but it's just one of those things that brings me to tears, as someone who doesn't cry often, every time I read anecdotes from those who did. My idol in life is Freddie Mercury, and I hope to do him and every other lost queer soul justice.
You guys ever get like, for lack of a better term, imposture syndrome about your own sexuality and attraction type? I'm talking about going without exposure to others who are like you for a while and sinking into the "maybe I'm just making it up, maybe I'm just cis/straight/not ace" hole.
That keeps happening to me, especially with being aspec, because I identify as pansexual and I get asked so often how that could be if I lack the ability to feel attraction like others do that it makes me question if I'm making it all up. Then I see posts from others sharing my experience and putting it in much better words than I ever could, and it literally brings me to tears every time. I get such an overwhelming sense of relief, both in the realization that I'm not alone in how I feel and that I was right the whole time.
just like enamored by this interaction i had yesterday and again today with this old gay man…not to be like ‘oh what a feeling to see someone who has survived’ but literally that & today we actually ended up chatting and he asked me “are you family?” which i didn’t catch at all until he gave me an extremely knowing look (chin tilt, raised eyebrow. and he really just had such a shine about him, too) and i just got flooded with this big stupid feeling thinking about how much he has seen and known…about many things but esp lgbt community as it exists offline and historically & how if i were to ask, and were somehow able to know, there are 1000 different lifetimes in his, i’m sure. his name is leonardo
for a while i tried being as Not weird, gross and cringe as possible and i tell you i was deeply depressed the entire time. turns out you need to be embarrassing to enjoy life to the fullest
Figuring out every day little ways to improve how I live with unmedicated ADHD. Sometimes they're in the form of sacrifices. Sacrifices of the way I wish I could live, if my brain and I got along.
I move into my home and place my bed right against the center of the back wall. I like it like that, it looks nice. But my brain disagrees, and prefers when we have extra space in the center of the room. It doesn't like that my only sitting spot is my bed, and tells me it's time to go to sleep when I get too comfortable like that. So I move the bed to the side, into the corner, and give myself floor room in the middle to stand, and dance, and pace, and stay upright so my brain remembers to stay awake.
I keep my desk downstairs. It's nice in the living room. I think it will motivate me to get out of my room more, with the sun, and it will hold my projector so I can watch movies on my wall. But my brain disagrees. My room is a quiet, safer place than downstairs. Downstairs where my roommate can find me creating. Downstairs where I risk being watched, or noticed, or pulled into conversation when I need to focus. The space doesn't feel right when I sit there. So I don't, and nothing gets done. I don't write, I don't draw, and I don't watch anything. So I move my desk to my room. It crowds the space, but I'm finally working. I place my keyboard on top, and I'm writing music again. It feels more like an upright this way, and I miss having a real piano. My brain is happy this way.
I take off my shoes at the entrance, to not track dirt in, or mess up my nice white carpets. But I get comfortable, and slow. I stop working, I stop creating. So I keep them on, even though I hate wearing them. I hate wearing socks. I like to have my feet on the ground. But my brain likes the sense of control they give me. You could go at any time. It says. You could get up right now if you need to. You won't have to waste time lacing up your boots when you have to run. Which is a ridiculous notion, really, because nothing's going to happen that I'd need to escape from. It's a safe neighborhood, I don't live with anyone dangerous, I don't have friends who will call me because their in trouble. But it keeps my brain alive anyway. Alive and buzzing and ready to go.
So we don't get along all the time. My brain's very needy, and so very very particular about how we do things. It does not compromise for me. But I'm learning to be okay with that, and learning to go with what it says. It tends to be right, really, even if I don't like it. Even if I wish things were different. But it wants what's best for me, and I forgive it for that. I forgive it for it's weird, particular ways. Hopefully, one day, when I can afford medication, I'll forgive myself too for fighting it for so long.
I GOT INTO SCHOOL I GOT ACCEPTED INTO SCHOOL
