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The reason why so many of y'all's feminism sucks is because you still believe deep down in your hearts that there are only two kinds of people in the world: precious, ethereal, fragile dollthings called "women", and violent, lustful, rage-fueled apes called "men". Until you throw that idea away, 3rd-grade-tier "girls rule boys drool, girls are princesses and boys are stinky :(" is as feminist as we'll ever get-- and I hope it's obvious that that's lightyears away from the bare minimum of where we need to be.
"cutesified" or "memeified" versions of slurs becoming popular on social media, and therefore being used freely without a single thought about why that may be bad, is genuinely mind-boggling to me and has been for years.
if you* say those "cute/funny" versions of those slurs, you're still saying slurs. if you use them to demean somebody, or make fun of them, or dehumanise them, you're still using slurs as they've always been used/intended.
and there's also the fact that every single time a "new" one drops, people get comfortable using that version of well-known slurs, and then it eventually evolves into those same people, and others, getting comfortable using the actual slurs. every. time.
most recent example I've been seeing too much and what has prompted this post: the R-slur.
stop using it. stop using the "innocent"/"memeified" version of it. stop using the real version of it. stop using it altogether. it's not cute, or funny, or harmless.**
*general "you", I'm not talking to anyone directly!
**this is NOT about reclaiming slurs. even so. reclaiming them for yourself or using them against somebody else are completely different things. and I'm only talking about the latter here.
idk how I got here but I can tell you like deep analyses so I’m gonna give out a kinda weird but necessary take that I’ve been think abt since I watched a video essay and read comments on Michael Jackson and racism.
my take is that when the allegations came out, ppl didn’t care to listen to michael had to say mostly bc society deemed him guilty of being ugly.
AND BEFORE YOU CLICK OFF OR GO BLAST OFF ON ME LET ME COOK.
a few months ago, I was watching a video essay on lookism (shout out olurinatti the goat) and she put into perspective just how blk ppl suffer IMMENSELY from simply trying to conform to Eurocentric beauty standards in order to survive in a world where they can only perceive themselves through a lens that hates them.
michael was pretty (AND STAYED BEAUTIFUL 😭😭). he was black, but he was still seen as a handsome man.
then came the vitiligo, and his skin changes. now all of a sudden people go from talking about him as a person, to talking about him like came out of junji ito’s amigara fault. and then the plastic surgeries tied it all into place and all of a sudden, you have the perfect scapegoat.
it’s easier for ppl to just point fingers at someone and say they did smth without further analysis because further analysis would require unpacking and unlearning biases, as well as addressing societal institutions that cause things like this.
michael is THEE victim of lookism, racism and dehumanization of all time. the intersections just made it all easier bc ppl can disguise their prejudice behind ‘concern’ and their desire for ‘justice’ for the kids while not centering the kids AT ALL.
jotaro kujo doesn't like cuddling! but noriaki kakyoin loves it ˚.✦
The moment you three started dating, Jotaro made it clear: he does not enjoy cuddling. He gets sweaty, he doesn’t like the feeling and it makes him uncomfortable and overstimulated. You and Noriaki accepted it without problem, Jotaro showed his care and love through other acts such as taking you out for dates, gifting you details you’d said you like and completely forgot. He does enjoy make out sessions where you spend hours just kissing and teasing each other with a bad movie in the background, he just feels awkward cuddling in bed.
You and Noriaki, on the other hand, are very physical people and die hard cuddlers. So while Jotaro is calmly reading a book on his side of the bed, you and Noriaki are hugging and giggling like highschoolers, twirling your toes together and so on. Your favorite thing to do is laying completely on top of him, resting your cheek on his chest while he scratches your back. Jotaro has found you asleep in that position many times.
When Jotaro feels like talking at night, you and Noriaki are spooning, usually you are the little spoon and he’s the big, but it changes depending on the mood. You and him listen to Jotaro explain his little marine biology research, and you ask him questions to keep him talking because you two know how excited he gets with it.
These past days, he has been more distant for your own likeness. He’s locked in his study, working on his exams like crazy. You know that what he’s studying is hard, but that level of studying can’t be healthy. There was a day where you and Kakyoin barely saw him all day, getting up at 7 a.m. and going to sleep nearly at 3.
“I don’t like what he’s doing, baby,” you tell Noriaki while putting your pajamas on. “Not because he’s not spending time with us, but because he’s overworking himself.”
“Mm, I know.” He gets in the bed, already pulling his arms out so you can bury yourself in them. “But there’s nothing we can do about it, he’s a stubborn motherfucker. He’ll comeback when he needs us”
That’s true, you can’t even deny it. There was one time where you tried to talk Jotaro out of his studio, it ended up with him not talking to you or Kakyoin for two days straight, so bothering him wasn’t an option.
The clock on the nightstand glowed at 1:07 when the bedroom door cracked open, you were half asleep on your back with your head resting on Noriaki’s open arm. The mattress dips hard. Jotaro flops right between you two, shirtless and with his sweatpants. Both you and Kakyoin freeze, not knowing what to do in this situation, it’s the first time this has ever happened. For a second, nobody moved, Jotaro just lay there on his stomach, taking up so much space that both of you had to shift a little. He smells like burnt coffee and a hint of sweat.
“Mm.” Was the only thing he said, not even a word, just a grumpy rumble. His arm moved next, clumsily sliding over your side until his hand found your hip and tugged.
You glanced at Noriaki over Jotaro’s back, he was as confused as you, but he gave you the tiniest nod. Carefully, you turned toward Jotaro and pressed yourself against his side, he was too warm after sitting in his studio for hours without moving.
“Hey,” you whispered. “You okay?”
“Mm.” It was quieter this time, his fingers flexed on your hip, pulling you even tighter until your chest was flush against his ribs.
Noriaki moved too, scooting in from the other side and draping an arm across Jotaro’s back so his hand could rest on your shoulder. The three of you tangled together in a messy pile that would have made Jotaro roll his eyes any other night.
“You’ve been killing yourself with those exams,” Noriaki murmured, his fingers tracing circles between Jotaro’s shoulder blades. “We were worried.”
Jotaro didn’t answer with words. He just turned his face toward you, nose brushing your forehead. His free hand found Noriaki’s wrist and gave it a loose squeeze, like a silent thank you. You could feel how tense his body still was, all those hours of hunching over notes and textbooks locked into his muscles.
You lifted your head just enough to press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “You don’t have to say anything. Just stay like this as long as you need.”
He gave you a little Mm again, this time relieved. Slowly his leg shifted, tangling with yours at the same time his other arm reached back to pull Noriaki closer until he was pressed to his back.
Noriaki kissed the back of Jotaro’s neck. “Sleep, JoJo, we’ve got you.”
Jotaro’s breathing finally evened out, tickling your neck. You stayed awake a little longer, listening to his heartbeat, your fringers drawing tiny starts on Jotaro’s arm just to remind him you were still there. He might not like cuddling on normal nights, but you and Noriaki will cherish these moments with your hearts forever.
would y'all like to hear some evil, diabolical medical tea
the receptionist for my primary care doctor just admitted they won't give me any sort of pain management (including adjusting my fucking GABAPENTIN, of all fucking things, which i have already been prescribed) because the office is in a predominately latino/black area
Also, just as an addendum to my earlier Michael Jackson post, because I just don't know when to quit apparently, but like... the amount of people who are willing to brush all the allegations off with "Well he was abused and mistreated as a child and that's why he acted weird around kids, because he wanted to relive the childhood that he never got to have..." just... really irks me.
I could have sworn I'd voiced these thoughts before but a quick search is turning up nothing, so I'll just say that it reminds me of nothing so much as the reactions to Quiet on Set, where everyone acted like the revelation of the abuse of Drake Bell "made sense" of why he went on to behave inappropriately with a minor. And I dunno, that kind of thinking has always, frankly, really upset me, because like... no?
Sure, some victims of abuse go on to become abusers themselves, but it's far from an ironclad certainty, and acting like it is seems, to me, like the literal definition of a self-fulfilling prophecy. If abuse victims really are just irreparably damaged in that way and they're going to grow up to be violent abusers and rapists, then what's the fucking point of anything, y'know?
I dunno, as an AMAB victim of abuse it was something I struggled with for a long, long time, because I was afraid that if I told anyone they'd instantly assume I was just another ticking time bomb like Michael Jackson or Drake Bell. Men like them always had a choice not to do the things that they did, and to act otherwise is ultimately just a couple rungs above straight-out TERFery in the "bullshit biological essentialism" stakes (and you'd better believe that the fears of being written off as a definite future abuser have not vanished with my transition, and if anything have just assumed a slightly different shade).
I don't think that the answer to the observation that we should talk more about male victims of sexual abuse - assuming it's made in good faith and not by misogynistic MRA idiots who don't actually care a jot about said victims - is to only talk about it as a post facto justification for men harming others in the same way. If that's all it's going to be, then frankly it'd probably be better to just stay silent.
maybe he's guilty. maybe he's innocent. but being in proximity to children the way he was (brother y you in bed with children YOU DONT KNOW???) is COMPLETELY inappropriate. i really fucking hate when ppl infantilize him like he wasnt 30 smth and moving JUST LIKE THIS. why are we removing this man's agency as if he was aging backwards?
the real thing that nobody wants to talk about is just how convoluted the case is and just how hard it is to pinpoint misinformation because nobody involved outside the court weren't focused on helping these kids heal as much as they were trashing the HELL out of michael. so you just pick one side bc its easier, and not because you actually want to find out the truth.
it's hard ngl. bc you genuinely believe he's saving kids and now MORE shit comes out and it makes you question everything to the point where you're willing to give up and do MORE INTENSE cognitive dissonance because if you do indeed go down that rabbit hole, you are not coming out of that shit unscathed.
'you're making it weird' YOU MEAN IT ISNT???? keep in mind that WE DO NOT KNOW THIS MAN. michael could've tore his back open to expose bare nerves and muscles and his heart and we STILL wouldn't know a damn thing about him.
a lot of people got shitty ass childhoods. but if he did INDEED do it, then all i'll say is it'll be about time that we all started treating him like he was grown.
you'll say something as simple as "no child deserves to be hit" and people will crawl out of the woodwork to explain why they should be allowed to beat a 6 year old for spilling some water
you'll say "i think it's weird that adults literally have control over when children are allowed to use the bathroom" and up pops a teacher to say that when they're not shouting at the kids they teach, they're trying to stop them from hiding in the bathrooms
you'll say "i think children shouldn't be forced to eat food they hate" and here comes someone who feeds their kids plain rice and boiled chicken (while eating a nicely seasoned stirfry) claiming that it's okay actually and kids shouldn't be allowed to taste things
you'll say "i think kids should have bodily autonomy" and in comes someone who pierced their babies ears before it was even 24 hours old, frothing at the mouth because their kid wanted a haircut and thats somehow an insult
children are an oppressed class and everyone should be looking back at their own childhoods and making sure they don't ever make a child feel the same way they felt.
while not as harsh as the examples above, children's opinions as well are sooo highly disregarded in society as a whole.
as a child, if you have an idea that you want to pitch to an adult about absolutely anything, you'll be told off by someone saying, "oh you're just a kid, what would you know about this." or some bullshit like that.
and this is so contradictory because everyone says that children are so creative and have such great imagination.
why not use that imagination somewhere? when it has the potential to solve an actual problem, why not consider their ideas?
if something irrelevant or fictional does come up, who's forcing you to make it real?
but that doesn't mean you'll just say 'no' straight out.
i recently watched michael with my bestie at the theaters and we passed by the art gallery to pass some time. look who i found making a cameo in a sculpture 💀
