Friend Mycelium

my artist name is Mycelium Spring 21 year old grad school drop out he/it/fae dykeboy

[fungiflorafauna]

Quick intro!

I'm a queer neurodivergent twenty something who is a bit of a goofball and enjoys maybe a little too much time on Tumblr

I enjoy a variety of fandoms and am ALWAYS up for a convo.

DMs and asks are 100% open and if you take advantage of this you WILL put a smile on my face.

feel free to suggest anything I should add to this post!

Check out @eudaemxn see what I reblog

check out @thehouseofgodisonmystreet if you wanna see what religion looks like to me (spoiler alert, I'm not Christian)

Used to be: arookbyanyothername, yourpoltergeistsidekick, aspenrookflorafauna, jckofallnames, briefly ollie-ollie-oxenfree

[eudaemxn]

What if I said that part of why people mocked "performative males" so much is because the stereotypical "performative male" sees women's opinions as valuable enough to perform femininity for?

That "performative males" to the extent they do/did exist elevated femininity and the opinions of women. That the issue was not that they were performative, but that they chose to perform femininity instead of masculinity. Chose to value the opinions of women over the opinions of men.

Like, yeah, there's the feminist critique of a man performing feminity insincerely as a means to an end. But that kind of feminist critique doesn't become something the general population laughs at.

I saw a woman say that her least favorite performative male trait was "genuinely enjoying Chai lattes". It's not performative if it's genuine, girly-pop.

What if performative males were not mocked for not actually being feminine enough but for not actually being male enough? What if their performance of femininity was too genuine?

And also a lot of the performative male things were also things associated with East Asia, matcha, labubus etc, but I don't feel qualified to speak on that. I just wanted to make sure it's clear that there is an extent to which the trend is also racialized in America.

[eudaemxn]

So, I am someone who personally does block accounts that message me or tag me soliciting donations. I do not have money to give, I find the solicitations distressing, and in my experience, just not responding means they will message me again.

But guys, please do not report accounts for soliciting donations. Just because you won't donate doesn't mean someone else won't. I highly doubt that people who are reporting Palestinians for soliciting donations are also reporting queer people for their housing/bills gofundmes.

[eudaemxn]

In the same way that i am nihilist I am also agnostic.

Like, nothing matter so that means I get to pick what matters.

I will never know what happens when I die so I get to pick what I think happens when I die

[eudaemxn]

There's this self-help YouTuber I really like, pearlieee, and I'm watching a video of hers called "If Nobody Ever Told You That You Were Enough, Watch This"

Very good video, love pearlieee's energy as always. But I felt very guilty clicking on the video, it didn't seem fair to say that no one ever told me I was enough, even though that idea resonated with me.

And what it came down to, for me, is that I was told I was smart, beautiful, sweet, funny, all manner of compliments, but, I really was never told that I was enough. That maybe doesn't make sense to anyone but me.

[the-sun-does-not-melt-ink]

"I'm not a particularly romantic person"

I confess

When you tell me how romantic it might be

To love someone who hurts you

(Even indirectly)

To love them stubbornly

And I think it's funny

How in another universe

One where you chose me

I'd confess the inverse

Maybe thats why you couldn't

I never would have learned to be cold

My heart would have been left open

I'd always neglect myself for love

But now I know we can't be friends

I confess it over and over in my head

Our lives are no longer compatible

You love her stubbornly

And I'm not a particularly romantic person

[eudaemxn]

One thing about me, if someone follows me, yes, I am checking that they are not a bot, but I am also checking if I would like their posts on my dash because I love when a follower becomes a mutual

[eudaemxn]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80950751

Chapter 6 of 9 out now!!

@icequeenoriginal @ishoulddye @sweetnsaltypotato @pheonix-inside @supaahmegaafangirl

[eudaemxn]

Sometimes I think to myself something along the lines of "shit fuck I just reblogged so many fucking favorite word posts no one will ever wanto be my friend and all my mutals will block me"

And then a beloved mutual reblogs one (1) of them and I go "oh, perhaps I am of some use afterall"

[eudaemxn]

This short film has everything!

Vic Michaelis! Stubborn teenage girl! The 70s! Queer history!!!

[the-sun-does-not-melt-ink]

Live Laugh Love - after Dickinson & Devers

Many imagine what it would be like

To be the Leader of the World,

President of Earth.

Standing above it all. In total control.

I'm much more inspired by 

an architect

designing solutions to problems

before they happen

creating a Goldberg machine 

of progress

and moving on to the next project

This community needs a park

I design benches comfortable

for a full night's rest

should anyone want it

I design a garden of local flora

fruits, vegetables, and flowers alike

ripe for anyone's picking

I design paths with cut curbs,

smooth and wide enough

for anyone to access

I hope they enjoy their park

I hope they make use of their library

I hope they feel the rumble

of the train on its tracks

and of their chest when they laugh

Live Laugh Love is a phrase

hoisted on it's own petard

its simple truth plastered

across one too many pillows

But I am committed to a world

where every day, everyone gets to

Live Laugh Love

I'm building it, block by block

Are you joining the effort?

[the-sun-does-not-melt-ink]

An Artist's Eyes - after WC Quinn

I've been teaching myself 

to see with artist's eyes

Imagining how I'd lay it out

if the scene before me were my painting

tracing the contours of branches

painting with swaths of golden light

tinging every color it meets when they mix

finding where edges meet, blurring some

If I were a better artist

these studies would involve my canvas

my palette would be full of paint

my notebook filled with linework practice

but my interest in art is not about making

technically brilliant masterpieces

but just seeing the world in all its beauty

and expressing how it makes me feel

[the-sun-does-not-melt-ink]

Productivity Survey - after Mya Noelani

Today my self-care app asked:

"What makes a productive day for you?"

All my friends answered

The options were:

did what I wanted

something mattered

got in the flow

completed my to-do list

No one picked the first two

though those are valuable

agency and freedom

joy and gratitude

but the last two I was torn between

which felt more productive?

I decided I need not complete everything

to have produced something worthwhile

So I chose the pentultimate option.

I was the only one

[the-sun-does-not-melt-ink]

Poetry With Me - after Emma-Jane Barlow

After I explain to my joyfriend

how strange it feels

to be on the border of extroverted

and introverted

more extroverted than my best friend

(though I sometimes forget)

but slightly annoyed 

when, at a concert, 

the group expands 

including people I have never 

even wanted to meet

I find myself saying

"and that's kind of like a poem to me

"you know?"

and he nods,

still on the verge of shivering

so I hug him, to warm him up

and thank him for seeing 

the poetry with me

[the-sun-does-not-melt-ink]

Sitting Heavy in my Chest - after Jo Guzman

I already wrote a poem 

about my dear friend:

the neutron star

that lives in my heart,

so I suppose it is time

to write about the supernova

When I saw Oppenheimer 

I connected with the depiction 

of the atom bomb

the blinding white

the silence ringing in my ears

it all felt familiar

"So you experienced domestic violence"

my therapist says, in our intake session

I clarify that I was never abused,

I never even witnessed it

I could just hear yelling in another room

and I did my best to tune it out

But there are moments 

still ringing in my memory

where the crowd disintegrates

and my home is consumed

by the fire of a dying star

leaving behind only

my dear friend

[the-sun-does-not-melt-ink]

13 Ways I am a Miracle - after Dana Kinsey

Pebble is a child of wonder

Stopping to watch inchworms cross sidewalks

Wishing on birthday candles

Working hard to earn sticker stars

Beacon is a woman of hope

Signalling to ships that have lost their way

Catching the sunlight on her face 

Keeping it clutched tight in her palms

Earnest is a young man of great intensity

Telling the truth rather than saving face

Investing himself in trivial matters

Experiencing every emotion harder than he thought possible

October is a creature of Autumn

Eating pumpkin pie and candy corn

Crunching fallen leaves beneath its feet

Collecting acorns and pine cones

Nobody is a person of absence

Melting into meadows; becoming the flowers

Letting the water hold them, move their body with its ripples

Being the atoms that are briefly person-shaped instead of the person

Patrocles is a lover of tragedy

Staying beside, until he cannot stomach it any longer

Dying first, dressed in his best friend's armor

Dooming the one he loves through his love

Eurydice is a ghost of forgiveness

Leaving her husband behind

Crossing the meadow; crossing the river

Smiling at him when he loses her for good

Larceny is a teen of the punk variety

Rebelling for any good reason

Dyeing to seem cool

Hanging out with vermin: rats, raccoons and possums

Ronan is a [razor/raiser] of dreams

Racing through the streets

Cutting like broken glass

Holding his dreams gently in his hands

Dante is a teacher of his best friend

Showing him how to swim

Bringing out his bravery

Letting him love him at his own pace

Comet is a native of the water 

Mimicking the heavens with streaming fins

Living happiest in large, still ponds

Looking up at a ceiling of lily pads

Precipitation is a keeper of clouds

Feeling alive on overcast days

Holding out every year for a monsoon

Greeting the rain with arms outstretched

Grace is an astronaut of circumstance

Making first contact with his best friend

Saving the stars 

Going home to a planet where everyone loves him

[the-sun-does-not-melt-ink]

Dirt-Bound - after Danielle Eleanor Lavalle

I have long since felt a kinship with dandelions

Sometimes in the way I feel close 

to all that is magic

Lucky pennies, four leaf clover, shooting stars

I look around and know that

anything could happen

but I believe good things will

Sometimes in the way I feel close

to all that is unloved

no one gently tended me either

and here we both are

Sometimes in the way I feel close

to all that is finding its way back to earth