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🧜♀️ By @littlemanyu_
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♱ Carmilla & Laura ♱ illustrated by me
I was 12 when the first of my siblings was born, so I have very vivid memories of the way my mother was excluded from a lot of spaces because people find children annoying.
If you think "children should not be allowed in this space," you HAVE TO reckon with the fact that you are now excluding parents (and very often women specifically) who don't have access to childcare. You are isolating people who are poor, or rural, or single parents, or any number of other factors that might prevent someone from having on-demand childcare. You are cutting them off from being able to exist in public. You are denying parents and children the ability to fully participate in society.
My mom spent several years only leaving the house to buy groceries or take me to school, and even then, people would still come up to her to complain TO HER FACE about how she shouldn't bring a crying toddler to Walmart. Entitled strangers would literally try and demand that my mom leave and come back without the kids.
"Why can't your husband watch them?" Because he was at work, usually working extreme amounts of overtime so we didn't get evicted, because landlords don't like it when you stop paying rent.
"Why can't you send them to daycare?" Because that costs money.
"Why can't your teenager stay home with them and babysit?" Because I also deserved to be able to leave the house for something other than school, and taking me to the grocery store was how my mom taught me to manage a household budget, shop sales, and meal plan.
"Don't bring your kid in public if you can't CONTROL them and make them stop crying!" Kids cry when they're upset, and being dragged around a store is upsetting! Don't be an asshole! Children are human beings who are still learning how the world works, and they don't have a lot of agency. You'd cry, too.
"Spank them until they learn to stop crying!" That's just straight-up child abuse, Jesus Christ.
What the fuck was our family supposed to do? Never go to the grocery store? Starve because strangers couldn't handle a toddler existing in public?
I am incredibly fucking disturbed at the way this post has brought people out of the woodwork who really want to tell me all about how hitting kids isn't actually abuse, how they think babies are the spawn of Satan, and how being confined to the home is an acceptable punishment for women who dare to have children. People have told me all about how they think children should be banned from airplanes, that I'm being inconsiderate to childfree people, that allowing crying babies in public is ableist against people with sensory issues (I have those, too, and so do many children, which is often WHY THEY ARE CRYING, jackass), and that people who have children are "irresponsible" and "selfish."
I have blocked multiple people who went on tirades about how I'm a "horrible breeder" who is "contributing to overpopulation" and how I and my "spawn" deserve to be trapped at home. (I am infertile and my foster kid is an adult now, so I don't know what breeding and spawn they think they're talking about.)
One person asked if I was posting ragebait for fun because "this isn't a real issue." Several have asked if this "really happens" and told me that my "experience isn't universal." (There are multiple parents in the comments who have agreed with me and talked about how hard it is to navigate the world with their kids.)
Children are an oppressed class who are treated like absolute vermin. Parents are given absolutely no support in caring for them. Good parents are set at a disadvantage even when they have all the best intentions, struggling parents aren't given resources to improve their situation or get community assistance, and blatantly abusive parents don't get caught because hitting and screaming and controlling are considered perfectly normal ways to treat a child. Communities would rather shut kids away where they can be ignored and forgotten and mistreated, all for the sin of "being annoying in public."
Youth liberation is vital, regardless of whether you, personally, like kids. You cannot ban children from public. You cannot shut children away in isolation and expect them to grow into happy, healthy, well-adjusted adults who can function in our society. You do not get to demand children be removed from every corner of public life all for your personal comfort.
Children are people.
was ruminating on @inbabylontheywept's food crimes and remembered a relevant college tale. remind me later to tell tumblr about the kvas mint chip float.
God I can't fucking believe I never told this story on tumblr.
This happened sophomore year (2019). Fall semester. Finals week. Scene of the crime: @kagansune's dormpartment. We were studying for our Chem 2 final, and studying hard. I think it had been about four hours of grilling each other on valence states before Ro finally announced: "We should take a break. You want a snack or something?"
"Sure," I said. "I could eat. What'd you have in mind?"
"We could make ice cream floats," they suggested, perhaps with deceptive intent, perhaps just feeling experimental.
"Hell yes, I'd love a sugar rush right about now. What are we using?"
Wordlessly, I watched them walk to the fridge and produce a carton of mint chocolate chip ice cream. Unconventional, I thought, but I could get behind that. Probably goes well with root beer. Do they even have root beer?
They did not have root beer.
It's been long enough that I don't recall how exactly my dear friend came into possession of this half-used two-liter bottle of kvass. That part of the story they would have to contribute themself. What matters for this tale is that they had it. It was also the only available soda option for the sacred alchemy of ice cream floats. From the moment I saw them pull it out of the fridge I knew for damn certain there was mad science afoot.
Kvass, for the readers who don't know, is another fine Russian invention. From the people that invented vodka, we now bring you a non-alcoholic carbonated beverage produced by fermenting barley. I'm told it's actually quite good if properly brewed, but this was definitely not properly brewed. It was cheap generic-brand barley soda, and moreover it was flatter than the state of Kansas by the time any of our little chaos coven got the chance to try it (a group bonding event from the week before). It was horrible; like drinking soy sauce that had lost control of its life and desperately needed counseling.
The jumble of emotions I experienced whilst watching the abomination take shape before me cannot easily be described, but all of them were negative. I recall shock, confusion... betrayal, even. I think the only word that escaped my lips was a simple, pleading "why?"
Rossaro did not have a response.
Instead the both of us just stared at this new, terrible thing that had been brought into the world. Picture it: a single mug of kvass as black as pitch, with the saddest scoop of generic-brand mint chocolate chip ice cream floating balefully in the middle like the iceberg that sank the fucking Titanic.
Ro had wrought an evil alchemy, and the product was a Potion of Despair.
And then they imbibed.
I watched Ro's face pass through all of the stages of grief in the span of about half a second before settling on bewilderment. "WHY IS THE MEDIAN ORANGE JUICE?!"
"What the FUCK does that mean. Give me that."
And then I, too, imbibed the Potion.
It was the weirdest series of sensations I've ever had the misfortune to introduce to my tongue. The immediate taste was the kvass —that is to say, Bad. Very much like soy sauce and hate. The aftertaste was the mint ice cream, but it was as if the kvass had leached all the joy out of it leaving only vaguely minty drywall in its place. But for the briefest instant where those two flavors overlapped...
Orange juice. Rancid orange juice. Like, orange juice after you've just brushed your teeth levels of rancid. It was so fleeting and yet so powerful; the only reason I swallowed rather than spitting it out in disgust was the fact that it took me a good half second too long to even process what had just happened in my mouth.
"Oh my god you were right."
A long beat.
"So what now?" I ventured.
"Back to studying, I guess," said Ro, casually TAKING ANOTHER SIP.
"I guess," I echoed, and then: "Wait, are you actually going to keep consuming that?"
They stared me dead in the eyes for the third sip.
They drank the whole thing.
“Darling, darling. I live in you, and you would die for me. I love you so.”
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I kind of miss the impulsivity that certain spaces used to allow. oh you want a hair cut today? hairdresser in the corner can fit you in before her 2 o’clock. tattoo of a cobra… sure leg or arm? even concerts, back when you could go to the box office thirty mins before any show. not saying these things don’t exist at all, but everything feels booked five months in advance and 10x more expensive
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I wanted to do a few of these, but I’ve just run out of time, so if I get a chance, I’ll do some others down the line. Until then, here’s my golden boy!" More info below the break.
it's a well-known fact in the textile crafting community that "making objects from textiles" is an entirely separate hobby from "having a collection of materials to make things with."
crafters often refer to this collection as a "stash" or a "hoard."
it's normal to have, but sometimes comes with a certain awkwardness.
the problem is that it takes a very long time to make things from textiles - and it is extremely quick, fun and easy to get more materials.
Presents, impulse purchases, leftovers from other projects, things you bought FULLY intending to make something that you changed your mind about...
Another problem is that you genuinely DO have a plan for the materials! your intentions and desires are THERE!
and admitting that it isn't going to happen - or that your mind has changed, or you're no longer able to do them - can be really painful!
it's incredibly hard to say: "we are not the people who can do these things. we are not the people who WILL do these things."
but sometimes you need to.
it's a natural part of life. it might feel painful to let go of things that you really want to use, but won't. But clearing them out - and the attached guilt and shame - will make room for a lot more things in your life. Room for things you'll use. Room for the projects you'll do.
Room and space - not for hanging on to the shades of the ambitions and intentions and people you aren't - not being held for lives you don't have - but room and space for who you are today, and who you'll be tomorrow, and for the things you'll do.
Room and space to grow.
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