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In 2018, we up our usage of the word groovy by 500%
I never really stopped using this word...
do you not have anything better to be upset about aside from men sitting so their balls don’t get crushed
Do you not have anything better to do than pretend there is nothing in between “kneecaps literally touching” and “legs completely taking over adjoining seats”
here is a photo of men sitting in a normal ordinary non-spreading fashion
i do not believe their testicles are in mortal danger
This above is how I sit (for VI people, it’s three men sitting on a bench in a train, each have their knees about 6 cm apart). I am a big guy. Not tall; in fact, I’m short, but I am both fat and wide-framed. A US size 8 shoe is what I wear and proportionally to-be-expected, but I take an XL in shirts. I’m built like an older pickup. Every so often, some insecure “macho, macho man” (of note: machoism is a colonial ideal and not inherent to masculinity. I’m very masculine, not really macho) will sit next to me and spend the duration of the ride trying to shove me through the wall of the bus unless I push him back, in which case he’ll usually turn to block the entire aisle of the bus because he can’t stand not showing dominance over random people just trying to get home from work, or rarely “admit defeat” and move on to someone else in another seat. Most men I see are sitting like this image. I actually wonder if some people are thinking that’s what people are upset about, because I did--most people sit normally. It does hurt to squish my legs together, even up into my hips. Squishing legs together isn’t an option, and this is why you don’t see men crossing our legs by folding one knee over the other, but a few cm is all we really need.
And sure, it feels really nice if I can spread my shoulders (I take a XL in shirts, but only an L in trousers) over two seats, but I only do that if the bus is really empty. It’s PUBLIC transit--we all have to SHARE it. It’s okay to spread out when there’s only two or three people on-board (I work as late as 11PM sometimes, so I’ve been on many buses where this is the case. I’m a disabled janitor, so it’s always nice to stretch my shoulders and back out), but if there’s more, you need to let other people sit on PUBLIC transit.
If you have problem with other riders taking up reasonable space or time, or you can’t sit without doing a split/can’t stand not excersising dominance over random people who did fuck all to you, shut up, get out, and get a fucking car. No one wants you on the bus. You also reveal yourself as a pathetic, friendless loser when you push other riders into the wall. Who would want to be friends (let alone lovers) with such a selfish, Schadenfreudistic bully? No one likes bullies. How satisfying was the ending of Back to the Future here? Don’t be a bully or don’t ride public transit.
Followup: The Mafia
Thank you for the Mafia information. You mentioned the American/East Coast Mafia is defunct. Does that mean it would be inaccurate to write about them being active in present day? Because my research still brings up racketeering and drug/human trafficking cases.
It mostly depends on where you’re setting your story. So, there is a mea culpa here; I described as defunct, based on my experiences, and some quick, cursory research focused primarily on verifying names and dates.
In the late 90s, I lived in a city that had been mobbed up, and was still working out Mob influence. In retrospect, I kind of suspect that a few of the restaurants I frequented while there may have been mobbed up.
By 2000, most mafia holdings in the United States were gone. If you lived in one of the cities where they completely folded up shop, you could be forgiven for thinking they were entirely destroyed. This would be a mistake. The very one I made when I wrote the original post. So, for that, I am sorry.
Today, America’s Italian Mafia is a shadow of its former self. They started as East Coast immigrant street gangs in the late 19th century, transitioning into a fairly developed network of criminal syndicates by WWII. The post-war era allowed for explosive growth. American organized crime, effectively founded the modern incarnation of Las Vegas, and even had extensive holdings in Cuba (before the Castro came to power.)
There are a lot of factors which lead to their downfall. These ranged from backlash growing political aspirations, to the war on drugs, the RICO Act was a body blow for the Mafia, as it directly attacked many of their methods of operation. (Specifically, it allowed prosecutors to charge the heads of families for crimes they ordered, but did not directly participate in, closing one of the Mafia’s favorite methods for shielding their upper echelons.)
Today, the Mafia does still exist in a few places. The days when they had families running cities across the nation are gone. If you live somewhere like Texas or California, the idea of Mafia operating in your city is more of a novelty.
With that in mind, the Mafia still has holdings in New York, New Jersey, and Chicago. The places where they were most strongly embedded, and where they’ve managed to somewhat survive.
The other major difference from the Mafia of today, and the one from 30 years ago, is a transition towards contracting labor, rather than using their own people at street level.
So, with all of that in mind, asking if it’s accurate is a bit of a loaded question, and it’s probably worth evaluating what you’re looking at with the Mafia. I’m going to pull two specific films, because they do an excellent job of establishing the dichotomy of who the Mafia wanted to be, vs who they actually were.
There’s The Godfather, and there’s Goodfellas.
The Godfather is an opera. It’s a massive story about honor, duty, sacrifice, and all of these other virtues, layered over the Mafia of the 50s-70s. It’s also, entirely, a fantasy. I don’t just mean the events, I’m talking about the organization it presents. The Corleone Family is what mobsters idealized themselves as. This sort of shadow nobility, benevolent, and honorable (to a certain degree), never existed in the real world.
If you’re looking at The Godfather and saying that’s what you want, it’s a fantasy. It’s accurate insofar as it presents an idealized self-image of who the Mafia believed themselves to be, but it doesn’t square with the reality of who mobsters actually were.
Goodfellas is not an opera; it’s not even, strictly, fictional. The film follows the life of Henry Hill (who died in 2012), from his introduction to the Mafia as a child, up through his eventual role as a witness against the mob. It’s not completely accurate, because it does abridge a few details. Some characters have their names changed, or are composites of multiple individuals. In one case, the motive behind a crime wasn’t exactly what the film presented, though the inciting incident is accurate.
The vast majority of the film is accurate to the actual behavior and identity of the Mafia. This isn’t the noble image of shadowy benefactors guarding and shepherding their community. It’s a bunch of psychopaths, kept barely in line by the threat of further violence, who have no qualms about turning on one another to save their own skins, or over imagined slights.
In some ways, the Mafia you see in Goodfellas no longer exists. RICO prosecutions, have shrunk their influence substantially.
That said, Organized crime still exists. The players are new, and in many cases it’s transitioned to new techniques, but where there’s opportunity, criminals will find a way. Skimmers, credit card fraud, ransomware, and other cybercrimes are all far more profitable, and less risky, than pounding pavement, and threatening to rough up store owners for the contents of their till in an era when anyone can have a security camera feeding images to off site data storage.
Organized crime has embraced globalization. In some respects, this is nothing new. The cartels were moving product around in large volumes forty years ago, but, things like smuggling and trafficking are far more appealing options for the modern criminal enterprise.
The very short version of modern organized crime is, if you want to do something, you no longer need to be there in person, unless you’re moving product (this includes people) in or out. If all you want is money, you can hide halfway round the world, and let your fingers do the walking.
So, here’s a fun and scary thought: If you live in the US, you’ve got a better than average chance of having been solicited by an organized criminal enterprise in the last decade. I don’t mean a few guys showed up at your front door, I’m talking about emails. In particular, where someone would contact you asking you to accept a wire transfer, and then relay it to them. This was actually about money laundering. You receive the funds from a fraudulent credit card transaction, then move it through your account. When the charges get reversed, your transfer out is fine, but the money coming in doesn’t really exist. Another popular one, from a similar time frame, was to take delivery of items for someone (usually “away on business,”) then repackage the stuff for shipping. Again, you would be used as a cutout, when the fraud was detected. So far as it goes, some of those, “secret shopper,” programs were also not on the level, and you would have been furnished with a cloned card, and sent off to turn that into actual cash.
The trick is to get the money across national boundaries and into a safe jurisdiction that won’t assist in a foreign investigation as fast as possible.
Beyond that, most of the organized crime groups that get brought up do still exist.
The Chinese Triads are real. They’re still around. There’s roughly a dozen major Triads. For reference, the largest (if I remember correctly) is the Sun Yee On, which has somewhere around 55k – 60k members worldwide. They’re active in Asia, North America, and Europe. The Triads derive income from drug smuggling, trafficking, and counterfeiting. (Not just counterfeit currency, but also media, like books, DVDs, ect.)
The Japanese Yakuza is real, and weird. Weird, because it pops up in places you wouldn’t normally expect to find organized criminal activity. For example, it’s not uncommon for Yakuza members to own hospitals, or other businesses that usually don’t attract the attention of organized crime. The explanation for this goes back to the 80s. At the time, Japan’s economy was exploding, they were seeing unprecedented economic growth, and had more money than they knew what to do with. Japanese banks were incredibly liberal with loans, because the money was pouring in (from their perspective). This lead to a lot of Japanese businesses purchasing foreign assets, and a general anxiety that they would financially rule the world in the coming century, which you’ll find in media from the late 80s and early 90s.
Around 1991 or ’92, the bubble popped. Before that happened, Japanese banks were happy to pass loans to pretty much anyone, on the idea that it would lead to further profits. This included many members of the Yakuza. (As I recall, there’s a bit of a question whether loan officers knew they were dealing with Yakuza, or if their due diligence was just that lax.) While they did buy into more conventional organized crime fronts, like shipping or construction, they were still left with more money than they knew what to do with, and proceeded to buy their way into other industries as well. Today, Japan is still struggling to clean the Yakuza out of their corporate culture.
When the bubble burst, many Japanese investors were suddenly on the hook for massive debt they’d incurred during the previous seven years. This included Yakuza members. In the face of this some committed suicide, however, many more retaliated, killing bank loan officers and threatening bank officials. This has resulted in a bizarre situation where the Yakuza (and uncollectible loans issued to their members during the bubble) is still a major factor in their current financial climate.
So, like I said, the Yakuza is real, and weird. If you’re wondering what I meant by “economic” research on them, in the earlier post, now you know.
My reading on the Cartels is spotty. As criminal enterprise goes, they are fascinating, because there’s an entire distinct sub-culture that’s built up over the years, including a distinct musical genre called Narcocorrido (culturally this is somewhat analogous to gangster rap, though it’s stylistically related to Northern Mexican folk music.) Beyond the obvious drug trafficking, kidnapping has also been a major money maker in the region. I don’t know how tightly the Cartels are involved in that industry, but it is worth mentioning.
Major street gangs are another factor. Again, these guys are active, and real. They’re a bit too diverse to quickly categorize, ranging from small, local, criminal groups, up to transnational organizations with worldwide members in the tens of thousands. Depending on circumstances, they may be working for, or with, other organizations, or they could be operating in house.
As I said earlier, the Russian Mob is more of a catch all term for a diverse group of criminals who share a common language, rather than a true organization. That said, there are criminal organizations that come from former Soviet states, but it’s not a single monolithic entity. A lot of the cyber crimes I mentioned above, are popular money makers, particularly for organizations that never left home, and now have access to the world via the internet.
So, no, it’s not inherently inaccurate. At that point any question about accuracy comes down to how you present the thing, not if it exists, or existed.
-Starke
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Followup: The Mafia was originally published on How to Fight Write.
I lived in Japan until ‘95. As far as what the average person hears, they had no idea they were loaning to Yakuza. The bubble bursting was a slow, agonising descent that began in ‘91 and didn’t bottom out until ‘93. Unlike America, there were no corporate bailouts or too-big-to-fails propped up by the government, and the first positive job rating, 122 jobs for every 100 seekers, or a rate of 1.22% was reported in 2016. Keep in mind this was the same year Pres. Obama got the U.S. employment rate back on its feet from the 2008 crash, while the Japanese job rating--again, that same year-- was the first positive one since 1993. This is what kicked off the NEET epedemic. Think of how many people in America who came of age in the Housing Crisis years are NEETs. Honestly, at the time, we were so dirt poor, it only mattered that food got more expensive at the end, so my granpa went fishing more. When I lived in Oakland, CA (21st Century until 2015), The Triads, probably, ran plenty of illegal-but-we-all-knew-about-it gambling places, and I did see some shaken-down storefronts a couple times. Law enforcement began aggressively cracking down on the gambling around 2013, if memory serves, and many of those places are gone today, between that and gentrification driving the poorer Asians (the bulk of Asians in Oakland, pretty much all the Asians that weren’t them, who to them were the small business owners and gambling patrons) to Richmond, CA (this is why I left NorCal), the child-sex-trafficking capital of the U.S., where the mall is more-or-less just a Wal-Mart with a Panda Express (Chicken in Robitussin!) glued on. I did accidentally run into a location that used to be a store they took over for something that was not a business (I dunno what, didn’t stay long enough to find out, my life sucks, but I wanna keep it) that was formerly a normal store in 2013, coinciding with the beginning of the police raids, I dunno if they were raided or not. But there was a major crackdown on this stuff and many of the places they used to hold, if that was in fact them, are gone today.
EDIT: In the late ‘90s in South Florida, I was able to get office jobs because I could say I was part-Russian and modify my appearance to pass for white because this was decades before racist resume filters or even having to submit online. I worked for a realtor. In the last couple of months, loan sharks kept looking for the boss, and the boss was always away all of a sudden. One day, he fired all of us (Right to Work state--aka Right to Fire anyone Without Providing Reason state) and it turned out he kinda gambled away the company. All the loan sharks that came as far as I can recall were either white or white-passing. That’s all I know. Also, as for anything in California right now, the entirety of L.A. is covered in gang territory/activity. This includes Wilmington and San Pedro, because, like NYC and any city in Japan, L.A. is further divided into smaller towns/cities. I don’t know anything more. @howtofightwrite thank you for not being racist to Asians because it’s so rare that someone isn’t, and also I hope my “I was there” addition helps.
Who is General Failure and why is he reading my disk?
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@clientsfromhell Maybe it’s one of these two :)
In the past week, I have gone without food, had three mini-breakdowns over the fact I’ll probably never be promoted and die alone because I’m Asiabut I will no longer stand for rape, I’m mixed and everyone One-Drop Rules you out but never in, also Japanese-Americans have historically been even legislated into hating ourselves so much that we have the highest marry-out rate of ANY DEMOGRAPH WHATSOEVER, I have permanent brain damage and 1200$ in debt from my Nazi-loving relative on the white side (who, of course, the police will never help me against), so I’m also in debt and NO ONE gave to my post asking for help because Asians don’t matter, I live in a hopelessly infested apartment and I can’t leave, and I’ve been bottom rung at my job for three years when most move up in three months, and I’ll be filtered out of any new job I try to get, and unless you’re lucky enough to be employed by another Asian, your employment chances in America are either die in poverty or, if you’re female, be fetishised/raped office decoration. Then, to top it all off, my present for the holidays is som eone hacking into my bank account to buy themselves Amazon Prime. My dad and most likely my biological grandmother, who died before I was born, when dad was in college, both died in their fifties of suicide, and it’ll be a wonder if I don’t follow in their footsteps. I have NOTHING in my life except really bad depression. After cashing my cheque (and hopefully that 54$ will come back to me and they arrest the theif--it wasn’t even food or medicine), I went to the grocery store. I put my reading glasses on to read a label, and when I went to put them back, they snapped in two in my hands, and iall I could do was laugh like a lunatic because that’s the perfect metaphor for my life. (So I have no reading glasses, excuse any typos)
i was looking at grapes in the store n this old lady comes up to me n goes “youre not stealing these are u?” so im like uh no lol? and she goes “oh, well i am” and grabbed a handful of grapes and left
She wasn’t /old/, her kid was still a teenager, but I once had a friend....
I really hate the trend of ‘saving by not hiring translators’ by instead making all your buttons random pictures. For instance, some of the buttons on tumblr are, like, steering wheel, lightning, and top-half-of-nesting-doll. I don’t use Google anymore because taking data+A.$., but their buttons are just as bad. People will do anything to avoid hiring native speakers of non-white-associated languages when they can’t take pictures of them to secretly fantasise about raping them.
I find it really strange that in an era where 25 year olds seem to think they’re kids, there’s apparently no more Saturday Morning Cartoons. (Note: what day the morning shows for kids blocks fall on may differ by country: e.g., in Japan, it’s Sunday)
fuck your ugly-ass runes
I’m frustrated with people who want “their” cultural symbols handed to them on a silver platter. They want to “reclaim” things that were never anything except Nazi symbols, like the 12-spoked black sun or the symbol of a Nazi volunteer militia, yet they can’t be bothered to figure out what runes Vikings used. Nazis say “here are the symbols of our ancestral heritage (that are a bunch of crap we made up) and you all go “give it back!” When it comes to the runes they took 1,500 years of tradition and steamrolled it. It could never have been any other way. Nationalism is the enemy of culture. They cannot coexist in harmony. Nationalism is piss on the graves of our ancestors.
I keep seeing people say that they want to reclaim the runes, but you can’t reclaim something that was never yours. And if your conception of the runes is coterminous with Nazi use of them, then it is shallow, superficial, not worth saving, the death of tradition with a few half-rotten specimens preserved pinned under glass.
I know it’s hard when you don’t know who you can trust. We wouldn’t be in this situation without wolves in sheep’s clothing sneaking lies between a handful of facts to distract you (Thorsson/Flowers). We have a lot of work to do uprooting the deceit that lies at the core of modern heathen reception of the runes. Now’s a good time to start. Since the part of the problem that’s most active on everyone’s mind regards visual perception of symbols of Norse and Germanic culture this is gonna focus on that, with lots of pictures.
~ Get excited, kids, it’s runology time ~
Nazis didn’t take “runes,” they took an aesthetic more or less from the Gallehus horn.
This one particular object has runes that happen to appeal to their sense of aesthetics and as a result became “the” runes, and all of you people fell for it. They’re into straight lines because there were Nazi philologists who thought runes were the original writing system that the Mediterranean alphabets ripped off (echoing Johan Bure in the 16th century). The straight lines reminded of their origin in ancient rock carvings (rather than the truth, that their origin is in the (Semitic) Phoenician alphabet via something else like Latin, Greek, another Italic alphabet, or perhaps even with direct influence from a Semitic source). They were considered a symbolic mystical system first, that later achieved some utility as a writing system. The pristine geometric shapes reflect their archetypal mystical nature (specifically within the “Ariosophical” (racist) Armanen system of runes based on a “hexagonal crystal structure”). And I guess these blocky slabs are “manly” or something.
So yeah, it relates to an actual inscription but it’s just an aesthetic. I know this because I can do this:
These are Latin letters that “look like runes.” The only problem is, they don’t. They look like one inscription that reads “I, Hlewagastiʀ Holtijaʀ, am a huge fucking bigshot who drinks out of gold.” The non-runologist part of me is glad his shit got stolen and melted down.
Most of this goes for the other widely-visible variant – the same thing but with thin lines (like tawido at the end above). Those are somewhat better represented in the runic corpus but it’s not because that’s what runes “are,” it’s because it’s easier and not everyone is a professional. I’m still gonna attack the idea that these are in any way prototypical. In fact I believe that for most (but not all) rune-carvers rounded runes were the prototype, and when this wasn’t adhered to it was for stylistic or utilitarian reasons.
Runes that don’t follow this aesthetic – which is most actual runes – will not even be recognized as runes by most people.
The rest is long and full of images so I will save your dash but the punchline is that if you want to save the runes from Nazis the first step is knowing them – not as the Nazis conceived of them but as they exist in the wild, because then you realize that what was taken was nothing compared to what we rob ourselves of by falling for imposter “tradition.”
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“Another word for g*oks is people.”
“Another word for g*oks is people.”
Asians are people.
I AM A PERSON
I HAVE BEEN IN THIS COUNTRY FOR ~25 GODDAMN YEARS, AND THAT’S THE ONLY TIME I’VE EVER HEARD A NON-ASIAN SAY WE’RE PEOPLE.
This line was written in 1974, the show’s finale was the most-watched non-Superbowl telecast in US history, and you all still don’t get it.
I have to beg for 13 notes on a post saying “consent at 13 is a unfounded lie, it’s 18, 16 with parental consent, reblog/share to help stop the rape of Japanese children,” in a website/country where general anti-paedophilia posts/measures get some of the most positive attention ever.
I have been assaulted triple-digits times, including by every boy/girlfriend of my entire life (left Japan before I dated; late bloomer)
People only want me for a racist rape caricature, I will probably die alone. I always wanted a family. But I want to be a whole human in my own home. It’s a completely one-or-the-other choice for me here. I’m also mixed, so no group claims me, the Japanese side of my family is all deceased now, my father driven to suicide over the racism, the white side never wanted me.
At best, cops refuse to help me in assault, stalking, at worst, I am a police brutality survivour. But no-one’s there for me because I’m “ching-chong.” People forcibly rename me because my name is “bizzare, impossible to pronounce.” People demand I teach them my language for free because “you should be grateful I’m interested in your savage language.” People have shamed me into speech therapy and out of my native accent. People ridicule, belittle me for reading in Japanese, but it makes them admirable if they can say “sushi.” People tell me the few native foods my country has left post-Perry and I can obtain here “Smell and make [them] sick,” but then go eat them to be “enlightened” at restaurants I can’t afford because resumes are no-longer accepted anywhere but e-mail, and I already dye my hair, give a fake name sometimes, I’m not changing my name. This last part, all non-whites are suceptible to in the US. They destroyed my granpa’s life with internment. He went back to raise my dad, he died because the roof caved in. He got a late start on his carrer and was in sales. He couldn’t afford the upkeep. Our Japantowns are gentrified tourist traps, and we;ve never regained the diaspora closeness we had before internment. The one every other diaspora has.. You legally mandated that out of us. You refuse to admit our people murdered by police–ours alone–or you reblog with “I hate Asians and would never support them” People know about the bodycamera law questions, but they refuse to say or even reshare Chieu Di Ti Vo’s name. No-one cares about any of this, and everyone loves doing it. They love it so much, they agreed with Scarlett Johanssen that Asian woman lead wouldn’t be feminist because Asian women aren’t women (read: human enough) and then found a few people in Japan unaware of life in America or how the West reats us, and eraced all voices that knew anything about the subject. No-one reblogs any of these posts just like this because they want us to stay the group it’s okay to be racist against. They eraced Yuri Kochiyama, friend and colleague of Malcolm X (who I keep calling Yuki Kobayasi, which is actually more common a name), NYC’s I Wor Kuen, sister movement to the Black Panther Party, Kiyosi Kuromiya, AIDS activist, aide to MLK jr, Fred Korematu, the case whose ruling no-one cares about if it only applies to us. Then they blame us, you blame us for never having done anything.
I struggle with depression myself, and it scares me, but I fully understand why my dad killed himself.
Because the above video is the only time I’ve ever heard someone else call us people.
(Note : It’s a 30-second clip for critique/education[on a social issue, even though this world is too racist to ever pass this post around], which the DMCA does allow, so yes, tumblr, I have the right to [post it) Edit: I came to the realisation last night that just like when my boss at the final social work job I had had me committed for standing up against not onl;y his racist insistence I treat him with extra reverence because I’m Asian, but actively ecouraged and allowed the entire non-Asian portion of shelter residents to turn all the Asian ones into their literal serfs, I myself have only had one non-Asian I lived with not turn me into their serf. I realised this last night, today’s my birthday, my only close local friends are one other Asian who lives on a couch at work, works /constantly/, even Sunday nights, and a 20-something who doesn’t pick up the phone.
I have bumps from shaving in my swimsuit area. They are irritating. Help!
I’m gonna answer this in a reblog because this could help many--I learned this from a friend, and we were talking about facial hair,and I don’t shave anywhere else, but shaving is shaving: USE A SINGLE BLADE RAZOR!!! Multiple blades are a marketing ploy--they do NOT provide a better shave. Instead, they create gaps in which hair and skin get stuck, causing wounds, tears, and hair to ingrow more, which leads to itchy bumps in the next day or two. Older-style single blade razors are popular with hipsters because they want to emulate the lives of relatives they never met against whom their parents were rebelling. Some can be found for around 20$ on the internet, but again, hipsters, so they often don’t show up in stores. So, if you don’t have ability to buy on line, or, like me, prefer buying in person, Men’s hair and beard trimmers are often single-blade (About the same price, but also an electric razor blade lives a lot longer)
new strategy for dealing with straight girls who jokingly refer to each other as girlfriends: take it seriously and watch them struggle to explain how they ‘didn’t mean it that way’ and blunder their way through a justification of why it’s funny to them
NEW my ass, I’ve been doing this for years.
I was flipping through the channels, and there was an infomercial on: “You don’t wanna wait for someone else to tell you you have a problem--” It wasn’t for alchol or drugs rehab, it wasn’t an anti-abuse PSA. It wasn’t an anti-racism or some such PSA It was for a fucking hair thickener (for women, naturally with that language) News Flash: If you want to ‘tell’ someone else they’re not living up to your beauty standard, YOU have the problem, not them.Your problem is you’re a meddling, judgemental, pathetic little asshole.
恵美
i can’t get enough of seeing my name in kanji. of having family write it, having strangers write it (i’m deep in japanese-language paperwork…long story). i have actually saved every piece of paper on which someone has written my name in kanji. there aren’t so many yet.
恵美
it feels like a long-dormant part of me that’s been activated. when people act like it’s the most ordinary thing and just take it up, it’s really validating. it’s as though they’re saying, of course you have kanji in your name. you’re japanese.
of course i’m not so japanese, but i am… somewhat japanese. it’s complicated. when i’ve had to fight so hard for every scrap of language that i’ve learned, it feels like a blessing to have something real given to me from birth.
only as an adult have really begun to combat my internalized racism and alienation from my father’s home country (we couldn’t really afford to visit). i was japanese in name and face, but as an adolescent i felt white inside, american, and yes, a new jerseyan. living in japan these last six weeks has forced me to confront a lot of shame i carry over never being japanese enough. it’s painful but also healing. i guess those two things often go together.
I love this and I relate to this so much. People are sometimes surprised I have a kanji for my name and well it’s not because I chose it or had power to choose it, I was gifted with it and I feel validated when people use my kanji instead of my name in katakana
Boy, the colorful pens did NOT wanna write. I don’t really use them, that could be it. I actually just beat up my mouse with my bad hand, which is my writing hand. I have servere carpal tunnel--can’t even drive anymore. My handwriting is actually just awful in any language because of this. I don’t know whether yours specifically uses that kanji for “Emi” or “Megumi,” that /can/ be read either way, but as my native (which I was shamed into speech therapy and am repeatedly being shamed for reading in this only because it’s my native and only a non-Asian is good for speaking this. And being mixed, I get called “Teh Mexican Race,” (”go home to a place you have absolutely zero relation to”) and only get yelled at in random Chinese or racist gibberish rarely, so I have a feeling of aleination, too) this only took seconds to write, and it sounds like it means a lot to you. I couldn’t fit a fifth one on the paper artistically, nor did I have anymore colours that weren’t red ink, so here’s a separate one written in Hi-Lighter to keep the count not being four :)
Now you have five more! (Note: I don’t recommend writing in highlighter--the photo is way clearer than what I could actually see when I was writing it!)
i’m really bitter about the way bi spaces/positivity/online communities have grown more and more gendered. like i’m glad there are wlw and mlm spaces but i want spaces that have room for me as a multigender nb person, where i can talk about being both bisexual and aspec. where we can celebrate being attracted to multiple genders and talk about the erasure we face and everything else, and don’t sweep our attraction to an “opposite” gender under the rug as an unimportant part of us.
where are my cool hip multispec spaces that aren’t specifically sapphic/achillean/enbian? i want to gush about cute people with bi girls and pan guys and awesome ply nb people, and build love and appreciation for one another across those experiences, not just because of a sga requirement i don’t/can’t even fit.
As a bi trans man, let me say that any damn place I find for queer men might as well have a 50-foot strobe-lit neon sign saying “CISGAYS ONLY WE HATE EVERYONE ELSE EVEN THOUGH THEY WERE KEY TO OUR LIBERATION AND WANT TO TREAT YOU LIKE THEY TREATED US BEFORE YOU WERE KEY IN GETTING US ACCEPTED!!!” I FULLY agree with you about lack of spaces, @aro-dynamic You’re also free to talk to me even though I’m one person and not a space. If you’re under 25, I won’t do any NSFW talk, but if you’re 18+, because of wacko watchdogs, I don’t consider sex ED NSFW. I’d give sex ed to my own kids pretty young--to save their health/lives. I grew up watching AIDS kill off masses of our community.
(And I just posted on @angry-old-asian-man about any non-solidarity people being, on the inside, just like the oppressor, wanting nothing more than to treat others the way the oppressor treats them--even though it’s /called/ lgBT+, not “(cis) Lesbian and Gay (only, ever)” anymore.Then of course, racism against Asians for me, either exclusion or only seeing us for an exotifiedracist caricature of our heritage and not ever a human, is 100% cool anywhere in America, so /I/ also have trouble there.)
Side note: I count NB people with myself as trans. Fuck exclusionists (see above); you weren’t assigned an NB gender at birth. Also pro-ace, again, see “fuck exclusionists,” and the entire jist of what I just wrote.
Jojos Bizarre Adventure
I never watched Jo-Jo (70s ver. Never watched the new one either, but I’m talking about when I was in Japan) because I don’t like the art style, which art style can break it for me, and I was a kid in Japan, and wholly into Super Sentai (later it would be cut-up and some franchises brought to the USA as Power Rangers). But my dad LOVED cartoons--any sort. The Astro Boy cartoon was aimed at kids and didn’t come out until he was in college, but heck if he cared. Later, he would show it to me and we eventually developed a ritual of taping cartoons and watching them together in the evenings. My dad died of suicide in ‘98, which is why I get angry at constant *~cute suicide jokes.~* I’m reblogging this because I presume at least the man whose face we can see is in his late 70s. My dad would be, too, if he hadn’t died, and he would still totally be watching the latest cartoons--especially reboots of ones he used to watch, like Jojo. And possibly still drawing fanart on days with less arthritis. And probably doing stuff like this.