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How does an elderly PUG escape its owners??
the “feminine urge” meme set us back 9 million years. people just unironically posting shit like ‘the feminine urge to do the dishes and submit to my man. and have no financial independence and have glass bones and paper skin-’ like girl oh my godddd take it to the christianmingle dms stop making me read this corny shit out in the open
I’ve never seen no shit like that until this specific post. Idk who ur following but I only see ones like the feminine urge to destroy a civilization
I hooked up with a guy at a cosplay convention once. He told me about one of his favorite cosplays he does, I thought he said Ron Swanson. I only later realized he’d said Ron Burgandy. Needless to say, it was a one night stand.
Carved Jack o’ lanterns for Halloween for the first time in ages and I did mine off a children’s show 😂
So my friend told me I should post this, but
When my looong time on-again off-again lover and I last broke up, I happened to rewatch Avatar: The Last Airbender. The episode where Zuko tells himself like a mantra “Azula always lies” to ground himself during his deceptively good yet painful situation really stuck with me. I renamed my ex-lover’s contact in my phone Azula, so that if they ever called me I’d remember: Azula always lies. Of course in my case, that was the major cause of our last, if not every, breakup.
I never expected I would be able to forgive them for how bad things went in that last breakup, but I knew our record and that the odds of at least coming back into contact were likely.
I am mildly ashamed to say that after a few years, (and covid) we’ve wound up in some kind of casual relationship which I tell myself is a combination of pent up sexual desire from quarantine mixed with finding the closure we needed,
But when I go to text them to arrange meeting up, even when it’s going quite nicely, I have to select Azula from my contacts
And I am reminded
Azula Always Lies.
Clearly I am not yet free of my ridiculous connection with this toxic person, but I have found this Naming tactic incredibly useful. It reminds me to not let down my guard, and eventually end this mess.
Maybe the concept can help some of you.
“influencer” is such a sinister title. it’s got all the menace of “royal adviser” but none of the raw sex appeal.
whenever I hear "influencer" I think of this
i hate when people ask me what sign i am like bitch i’m a sign from god. start running.
I'm really not a very angry person there's just a lot of rage inside me
There's something terrible boiling bubbling under my skin ready to burst out of my chest but I'm a chill guy
(don’t repost) snakey boy
i hate it when it feels like a character has been designed specifically for me to like them . because then i do like them and it feels like i walked straight into their trap
I personally wanna see less 'you are not a burden/it's not work to love you' and more 'you are worth the work it takes to love you.' I KNOW I'm a burden sometimes. that isn't such a terrible thing! humans are strong. we can carry burdens. and it is work for me to be there for my friends, but it's work I'm willing to do.
we need to acknowledge this because pretending love isn't work will never make people like me feel less guilty for accepting love. we need to talk about it so people don't feel bad for having boundaries and not always being up to do the work. we need to accept it so we can properly appreciate what others do for us and what we're doing for them.
yes it does take work to love you. but guess what? you still deserve love, and you deserve people who are willing to do the work to love you. it doesn't make you bad. all love take work. and everyone is worth it.
Fucking. THIS. you know those words that stick with you forever? I had an ex tell me in our break up fight that I "just wanted someone to help with the burden that was being [me]." and like, YES????? IS THAT SO WRONG????? It fucked me up for a LONG time. I rehersed this conversation over and over again, wishing I could go back and explain to him that yes, I did, and I wanted to help carry the burden of being him in return. That that was love to me. That it GUTTED ME to think that that was wrong. Years later, I have learned that that is not all love is, but it is a large part of what it is. And that it's okay. Good even. To celebrate anyone that's willing to help me shoulder the burden of being me. To cherish those people and to hold on tightly. Because they're out there. And they're the ones that really love me.
Two years ago my then-boyfriend, who had tried to win another chance with me for six years and swore he’d never leave me again, told me that if I couldn’t get over the depression I’d struggled with my whole life — which he’d know about all along, though seemed to have thought I had disposed of in the years we’d spent apart — that soon, he’d be forced to leave me, because this man who had pledged his undying love for me and clung to the idea of us for six+ years, simply couldn’t handle how much of a downer I still was.
I was penalized and gaslighted for every remotely negative emotion I had throughout our relationship(s), by both him and my mother (his best friend and mine).
I still feel impossible to love, and like any unhappy emotion I have is a repulsive flaw.
But on good days, I fantasize that I might meet someone, someday, who actually doesn’t mind the work of helping me through humps, and won’t find me unlovable as a result.
On the subject of “What Are Men, Really?” and “why do I relate and connect so strongly with gay/bi men, but straight men feel like a strange alien species to me?”
I’ve partly clarified what the difference is between my strong affinity for masculinity and whatever it is straight men are doing.
Straight men’s attachment to masculinity is reactionary. They lean in to masculine norms out of fear of being perceived as unmanly, as gay, as effeminate or feminine, as inadequate. They fear demotion, loss of status, loss of privilege, a fall from grace. They’re not embracing masculinity so much as they’re backing into it, out of fear of what lies outside it, as one might back into a safe compound while brandishing a gun at an approaching zombie horde.
Whereas my attachment to masculinity stems from 2 sources:
1) “I’ve had femininity crammed down my throat my whole life without my consent and now I’m freeeeee” AKA sort of reactionary, but in an empowering, liberating sense. Throwing off the chains and rebelling against society’s rules.
2) Sincerely relishing and enjoying masculinity, enjoying things like suits, waistcoasts, neckties, leather jackets, sweater vests, pocket watches, cologne, visible sculpted musculature, showing off one’s physical strength, sitting or standing with one’s legs spread, direct blunt communication, confidence, assertiveness, taking the lead during sex, a million little things society has arbitrarily coded “men stuff,” are things I take enthusiastic delight in, like Ariel gushing about her collection of human paraphernalia. I’m like a weeaboo, but for masculinity.
(And yes, there is a heavy element of eroticism for me in a lot of what I listed above.) (Insert autoandrophilia joke here)
In Daniel Lavery’s book, he noted that Gomez Addams has FTM energy because Gomez seems to relish being a man so much, whereas Herman Munster is simply phoning it in, and therefore lacks that vibe. And it’s true! A lot of cis straight men really are just phoning it in. In fact, if they put as much energy and enthusiasm into performing masculinity as I do, they’d probably be perceived as gay! Or at least as a dandy. (Gomez is something of a dandy.) The straight male role seems to demand phoning-it-in. They have to sleep-walk through it.
And the thing is: Women aren’t like this! Some women phone it in, but I can think of plenty of women who sincerely enjoy certain types of femininity, and aren’t doing it because society told them to, or to please men. Femme lesbians are an obvious example, but also straight women who are into goth or lolita fashion, or who volunteer to be surrogates because they enjoy being pregnant and participating in motherhood, or who buy sexy underwear purely because it makes them feel good. Or look at the way women who are hardcore into makeup culture react when some man, unsolicited, says “You know, men think you’re prettier when you don’t wear makeup.” Said man usually gets thrown to the wolves for his impertinence. They’re not doing it for you, bro!
But it’s hard to think of any men in my life who really relish masculinity in that same way except for, well, the gay and trans ones. I feel like the few straight men who do that in our culture get labelled “dandies” or “metrosexuals” and are seen as proximal to gayness.
here’s my take on the situation:
men with traditional views on gender have largely painted themselves into a corner. they only find affirmation of their gender in expressions of male supremacy, and there are fewer and fewer of those all the time, because men aren’t actually inherently better at anything than women are, because it turns out gender doesn’t work like that. men as a class have to actively suppress women as a class to maintain superiority over them, and even then, as we’ve seen, women can still push back effectively, and gender variant people throw wrenches into the works too.
joyous, voluntary expressions of masculinity are gay *because* they’re not reactionary, because they’re not violent, because they don’t respect the established hierarchy of strong men over weak men and all men over women. finding men beautiful, being a beautiful man that loves other men, is not traditionally how it’s supposed to work. taking the outward forms and gestures of domination and repurposing it into something reciprocal is scary to people who have only ever seen the binary of hurting and being hurt. playing with gender has to be taught to people who only know it as a fight.
i’m a trans man. i’m also a committed feminist. i’ve had to come to masculinity after a lot of thought. i’ve had to learn to like men and to forgive them. i’ve had to figure out how to be a man apart from the forms and functions of men trying to be better than women. i’ve had to try to explain this to my dad. adherence to male supremacy isn’t the only way to express your masculinity. it’s just the only way a lot of men are ever taught.
i do like being a man, though. it feels good. i’m not zipping around with the ecstatic abandon of gomez addams, but i’ve got time to learn.