When you are hurting, there will always be people who find a way to make it about themselves. If you break your wrist, they’ll complain about a sprained ankle. If you are sad, they’re sadder. If you’re asking for help, they’ll demand more attention.
Here is a fact: I was in a hospital and sobbing into my palms when a woman approached me and asked why I was making so much noise and I managed to stutter that my best friend shot himself in the head and now he was 100% certified dead and she made this little grunt and had the nerve to tell me, “Well now you made me sad.”
When you get angry, there are going to be people who ask you to shut up and sit down, and they’re not going to do it nicely. Theirs are the faces that turn bright red before you have a chance to finish your sentence. They won’t ask you to explain yourself. They’ll be mad that you’re mad and that will be their whole reason alone.
Here is a fact: I was in an alleyway a few weeks ago, stroking my friend’s back as she vomited fourteen tequila shots. “I hate men,” she wheezed as her sides heaved, “I hate all of them.”
I braided her hair so it wouldn’t get caught in the mess. I didn’t correct her and reply that she does in fact love her father and her little brother too, that there are strangers she has yet to meet that will be better for her than any of her shitty ex-boyfriends, that half of our group of friends identifies as male - I could hear each of her bruises in those words and I didn’t ask her to soften the blow when she was trying to buff them out of her skin. She doesn’t hate all men. She never did.
She had the misfortune to be overheard by a drunk guy in an ill-fitting suit, a boy trying to look like a man and leering down my dress as he stormed towards us. “Fuck you, lady,” he said, “Fuck you. Not all men are evil, you know.”
“Thanks,” I told him dryly, pulling on her hand, trying to get her inside again, “See you.”
He followed us. Wouldn’t stop shouting. How dare she get mad. How dare she was hurting. “It’s hard for me too!” he yowled after us. “With fuckers like you, how’s a guy supposed to live?”
Here’s a fact: my father is Cuban and my genes repeat his. Once one of my teachers looked at my heritage and said, “Your skin doesn’t look dirty enough to be a Mexican.”
When my cheeks grew pink and my tongue dried up, someone else in the classroom stood up. “You can’t say that,” he said, “That’s fucking racist. We could report you for that.”
Our teacher turned vicious. “You wanna fail this class? Go ahead. Report me. I was joking. It’s my word against yours. I hate kids like you. You think you’ve got all the power - you don’t. I do.”
Later that kid and I became close friends and we skipped class to do anything else and the two of us were lying on our backs staring up at the sky and as we talked about that moment, he sighed, “I hate white people.” His girlfriend is white and so is his mom. I reached out until my fingers were resting in the warmth of his palm.
He spoke up each time our teacher said something shitty. He failed the class. I stayed silent. I got the A but I wish that I didn’t.
Here is a fact: I think gender is a social construct and people that want to tell others what defines it just haven’t done their homework. I personally happen to have the luck of the draw and am the same gender as my sex, which basically just means society leaves me alone about this one particular thing.
Until I met Alex, who said he hated cis people. My throat closed up. I’m not good at confrontation. I avoided him because I didn’t want to bother him.
One day I was going on a walk and I found him behind our school, bleeding out of the side of his mouth. The only thing I really know is how to patch people up. He winced when the antibacterial cream went across his new wounds. “I hate cis people,” he said weakly.
I looked at him and pushed his hair back from his head. “I understand why you do.”
Here is a fact: anger is a secondary emotion. Anger is how people stop themselves from hurting. Anger is how people stop themselves by empathizing.
It is easy for the drunken man to be mad at my friend. If he says “Hey, fuck you, lady,” he doesn’t have to worry about what’s so wrong about men.
It’s easy for my teacher to fail the kids who speak up. If we’re just smart-ass students, it’s not his fault we fuck up.
It’s easy for me to hate Alex for labeling me as dangerous when I’ve never hurt someone a day in my life. But I’m safe in my skin and his life is at risk just by going to the bathroom. I understand why he says things like that. I finally do.
There’s a difference between the spread of hatred and the frustration of people who are hurting. The thing is, when you are broken, there will always be someone who says “I’m worse, stop talking.” There will always be people who are mad you’re trying to steal the attention. There will always be people who get mad at the same time as you do - they hate being challenged. It changes the rules.
I say I hate all Mondays but my sister was born on one and she’s the greatest joy I have ever known. I say I hate brown but it’s really just the word and how it turns your mouth down - the colour is my hair and my eyes and my favorite sweater. I say I hate pineapple but I still try it again every Easter, just to see if it stings less this year. It’s okay to be sad when you hear someone generalize a group you’re in. But instead of assuming they’re evil and filled with hatred, maybe ask them why they think that way - who knows, you might just end up with a new and kind friend.
Wait…is this serious? What the actual fuck?
So… It’s ok for Jake and Lady Rainicorn to have babies and it’s ok for Tree trunks to get married, but it’s not ok for Marceline and Princess Bubblegum to be together? I’m confused.
Wait Holy shit how many episodes have I missed since when have they been a thing I just had an insta-ship moment but no we needa save this fucking show
THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING SEXUALLY ATTRACTED WITH A PERSON OF THE SAME SEX LIKE OMFG PEOPLE GET OVER YOURSELVES
NO CARTOON NETWORK STOP NOW KEEP THE SHOW GOING
Oh hell to the fucking no. My fav show ain’t going out like this!
//There is no way a lesbian couple is more inappropriate that the whole Courage The Cowardly Dog - which probably scarred kids.//
Omfg are they actually serious.
The levels of homophobia in this actually fucking disgusts me.
Homosexuality isn’t a fucking virus, kids aren’t going to grow up gay because they were exposed to a lesbian couple. These people need to get a grip.
And what would be wrong if they grow lesbians? I get that some people can’t get over it yet but… are you guys just gonna leave all the fans there because of a homophobic audience? Or is it just cartoon network?
I am not fan of the show but just because a show with lesbians doesn’t mean it is unfit for kids.
It isn’t being cancelled. It took me about 5 seconds to Google this. There is one article from last year that claims it will be cancelled, but then turns out to be an April fools.
On the actual Cartoon Network website, Adventure Time continues to advertise new episodes and seasons. It also continues to boldly claim that it is their most popular show.
I don’t believe that there is an episode that directly insinuates PB and Marceline’s romance, but I may be wrong. There are certainly plenty of people who wish that it were true.
Don’t believe everything you see because the words have been inserted onto a picture in Paint.
remus lupin sitting at james and lily’s grave. remus lupin leaning against the back of the tombstone and drinking alcohol. remus lupin going to their grave after a long, lonely day and worsening his drinking habit as it snows and he rubs his face in grief because he lost the only people he cared about all in one night. remus not crying because all he feels is numb now. remus lupin finding ways to blame himself. REMUS LUPIN.
Buddy, has Supernatural hurt you?
I’m just done with ~implied~ queerness, with ‘nods’ to queer fans, with speculation and almosts and queerbaiting in all its forms
I am done with subpar representation and breadcrumbs
I want canon queer main characters and I want them now
Create them. Put them into the world yourself, if you really care about it.
like do these people think i control the mass media or something
But the problem is that people aren’t writing queer characters who are anything but queer. I rarely read believable, good queer characters I fall in love with off the internet. I put them in my writing and I know my writing may never be part of mass media. But I am determined to be published and hopefully some people find the characters I slave over so that their sexuality is a big part of them, but by no means their motivation.