I WANT TO LIVE

lark . 25 . they/them transmasc dyke[maybe] . this is a sideblog for my main dykeromatix where i rb poetry + slightly less horny shit ^_^

[glowcowboy]

to love is to teach your heart plasticity. we must not let the muscles required to love atrophy

[mideias]

It's often the most male-catered to and even misogynistic media that feature some of the deepest and borderline homoerotic relationships between men. But that is to be expected. People think that patriarchy enabling homoaffectionate relationships between men is a bug, but it's actually a feature. True love can only come from a place of respect, and men often don't respect nor esteem women. They don't see women as capable of intellect, or strength, or imagination or even humanity. Those attributes are reserved to men. Which is why men's true love is often reserved for other men while women are just props to them. That's why it's easier for a lot of male writers to create stories about supposedly heterosexual male characters having the most world-shattering (accidentally romantic) bonds with other men, but not with women that they're canonically attracted to. It's because they can't fathom their male protagonist being so deeply affected by a woman's character, since women are to be lusted for and kept as props for their little domestic fantasies but never truly respected or admired as individuals. The ancient greeks were more honest about this stuff because they understood that patriarchy and male/male affection went hand in hand.

[ewaneneollav]

words are extortionists that build a toll gate between people & meaning

[simonangelart]

Motorcycle Psychosis - Simon Angel

With Rachel Sweeney

Photography, 2026

[words-and-coffee]

blessed are the hideous. blessed are the horrifying. blessed are the cursed. blessed are the unforgiven, the forgotten, the ones-who-must-not-be-loved. blessed are the mad, for our bodies shall shake the heavens.

Kai Cheng Thom, Falling Back in Love with Being Human: Letters to Lost Souls: to the ones whose bodies shall shake the heavens

[gatheringbones]

“You never know how much you really believe anything until its truth or falsehood becomes a matter of life and death to you. It is easy to say you believe a rope to be strong and sound as long as you are merely using it to cord a box. But suppose you had to hang by that rope over a precipice. Wouldn’t you then first discover how much you really trusted it?”

— c.s. lewis, a grief observed

[wovi]

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anna świrszczyńska

[caliro]

…….thinking about this………..always thinking about this…..

[asteroidtroglodyte]

Me, passing a car covered in horny thirst-trap anime girl stickers: while I personally find this to be cringe, given the national push for censorship, I must concede that this is technically Praxis.

[stuckinreversemode]

Professor Marston and the Wonder Women (2017, dir. Angela Robinson)

[lichqueenlibrarian]

Which could mean nothing.

[gatheringbones]

movies I made c watch that she actually liked: everything is illuminated, tokyo godfathers, the triplets of belleville, beasts of the southern wilds, the nightingale, song of the sea, big eden, the little hours

[gatheringbones]

movies c made me watch I loved more than words can say: love and basketball, better than chocolate, armageddon, chevalier, the starling girl, shortbus, imagine me and you

[witch-breaker]

[prompts-in-a-barrel]

"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."

"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."

[californiannostalgia]

[gatheringbones]

["The next Alabama flash point came in Selma in 1965, when police went on well-publicized rampages against demonstrators, and Jimmy Lee Jackson, a young Black man, and James Reeb, a white minister, died at the hands of racist whites. People from all across the country flocked to Selma to join the march to Montgomery. Then Klansmen shot to death Viola Luizo, a white volunteer who was driving participants back to Selma.

My brother said Luizo was a whore and deserved to die. "Nobody deserves to die," I yelled, picking up whatever was nearest my hand (keys? a fork?) and throwing it at his head. Sometimes my mother would follow me to the kitchen and tell me she agreed with me, but at the dinner table I was on my own. After a while, I just stopped talking and plotted to get out of Alabama. Years later, my youngest sister reduced me to tears in the middle of the kind of white southern family arguments where politics mixes with inchoate currents of emotion: "You were always crazy."

"Race was always somewhere inside southern whites' family arguments," a white woman observed to me years later in a comment I recognized immediately as true. A Black lesbian at an anti-racist workshop provided elaboration. White people use Black people to draw boundaries in homes where family members' identities are enmeshed, she explained, in response to a white woman's pleased story of how upset she had made her parents in adolescence by dating Black men."]

Mab Segrest, Memoir of a Race Traitor, The New Press, 1994

[weltenwellen]

Joy Sullivan, from “Culpable”, Instructions for Traveling West

[thecryptkeeper]

Is God Is by Aleshea Harris (2017)