saw some weird tumblr ad that was like “Do you have an exit strategy?” & I didn’t watch the video or anything so I have NO idea what it’s trying to sell me but my immediate thought was “oh hell yeah buddy” and then I spent a minute imagining myself just colliding with walls in all sorts of ways and shattering them into thousands of little triangles like it was nothing
Exit strategy.
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good. you do not deserve to have bird imagery
Tumblr has the opportunity to do the funniest fucking thing with their next mobile icon update
the fucked up thing is that i’ve been in this exact situation and actually felt some measure of beauty in the world. but only when the streets are empty and the area descends into a time of day when it clearly was not meant to functionally exist. there is a wretched beauty in walking around one of these suburban sprawl commerce zones at night or close to dawn, sitting down at a table like this and basking in the sensation that you own the place. maybe this is an inherited derangement from living most of my life in the midwest suburbs, working late night shifts at a grocery store on a corner exactly like this one. maybe it’s just the only time of day in a place like this when you can be truly alone outside
This is exactly the beauty i see in liminal spaces
I graduated high school in 99.
There was a student at our school named Wayne.
Wayne was gay. It was obvious. He was unable to stay in the closet even if he wanted to. To make matters worse, he was also Black. From a bullying standpoint, that was not a great combo. Both Black and white students made fun of him relentlessly. He was ostracized from the only community that may have given him protection. Only us theater kids stuck up for him, but not to significant effect.
Wayne was bullied so much that at one point he finally snapped and attacked his bullies with a lunch tray. I was actually seated in perfect line of sight and just sat there chewing my soggy fries in stunned silence. It didn't even seem real as I was witnessing it. The image of him wailing on his main bully as the food on his tray flew off is permanently logged into my long term memory.
The bully he attacked had blood all over his face and went straight to the nurse. Other than superficial cuts, he was not injured.
Before the attack, Wayne went to teachers for help.
He went to guidance counselors for help.
He went to the principals for help.
He did all of the things you were supposed to do. No one helped him. They wagged a finger at the bullies and warned them to stop.
Wayne's lunch tray melee was the only thing that worked. His bullies stayed far away from him. But a week later Wayne was expelled and the bullies were given no punishment.
So... no.
No one in my school talked about being trans.
Because the only way to survive being openly queer was to bash people with a lunch tray.
I graduated in 2001 from a small, rural school.
On Halloween my sophomore year, a kid came to school in a dress. I don’t know their true gender, just that they usually presented as a boy and, on that Halloween, as I passed them in the hallway wearing their pretty dress, they turned to their friend and said hollowly, “This is the only day I can get away with this.”
I never knew this kid’s name, they were two grades above mine. I don’t have the inside scoop on how they identified. But they existed.
The difference is that now people like them -- and me -- have more support.
Share you were trans? Shit, in my school you couldn’t share you were *gay*. Just plain old gay.
People could *assume*, of course. There was a girl in a class above mine whose nickname was Moose - she was stocky and solid and played multiple sports. She was also a lesbian. Of course, she never said she was a lesbian, because despite the fact she was good at sports and popular, she STILL could say she liked girls. Even though we all knew it. You had to wait to leave for college to express any sort of non-straight interest.
So trans? No. Oh, no, there would have been a fucking murder in my town. But one of my brother’s classmates who went to school with us in the 90s transitioned. Though not until after she left, because she didn’t want someone to be all “try that in a small town.”
I graduated high school in 1994 in a class of less than 100.
Two of my former classmates have come out as trans.
Drew my favorite spiderwomen in one pic
[[i referenced this from another artist but i can’t find the source]]
Edit: the original art was by Cazdraws
