AHH forgot to post this here too! The #BiCreators hashtag is going around on twitter today so I figured I’d post this here too 💗💜💙
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AHH forgot to post this here too! The #BiCreators hashtag is going around on twitter today so I figured I’d post this here too 💗💜💙
no, "vamp" isn't for vampire... it's because she's bisexual...
Happy bi creators day! Reposting one of my faves to celebrate 💖💙💜
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Another Life [Repost]
Once upon a time there were giants. They crushed the mountains we would build our homes on and tore the trees from the ground so water could fill the new graves for our oceans. From their destruction came life and all its blessings: hunger, pain, tears. Joy. Plenty. Love.
I wish they had not done it.
He once promised me an eternity. Cliche. I scoffed, I remember. Chided him for poetry. How pathetic, to respond to love with embarrassment. A second hand shame that I could not place. Perhaps it was because it was directed at me. Perhaps someday I will learn to throw myself out of my way, though I doubt it.
He was beautiful. My Achilles. The same blond curls, intense eyes. I fear at first I even felt the same resentments of Patroclus, confronted with feelings so unknown to me. Constantly picking me from a crowd, I was angry for the attention. It brought the attention of others.
It was different when we were alone. Sitting side by side in darkness, talking for hours. Laughing. Tension melted as we eased into one another. I typically sought any excuse to leave, would sit with thoughts of tiredness or coldness or other discomforts and hold onto them until I was free to be alone again, but not with him. I was comfortable with our silence, but I hated it. I didn’t want him to tire of me.
When he left, I sobbed. I sobbed like a child, inconsolable for months. My public face was that of a friend grieving, I made sure to hide myself, to crawl back inside. But as I sat staring at the dark sky we had been bedfellows with, I screamed. My throat became raw, my eyes aching from this unending torment.
They erected a statue of him. I hadn’t known. To see it for the first time was an assault. Beauty, immortalized. They made his cheeks smooth, perfect. His lips were the same. His curls were forever falling in his eyes. Oh, his eyes, how they were the most unforgivable feature. They had killed his eyes.
I stared, studying. It was pitch dark. I leaned my tear stained face into his cold one. Smooth. Perfect. Cold. My body ached. Deep, and hollow, as if my heart and lungs and stomach had been removed with surgical indifference. How could one ache so? Everpresent, but the pangs of longing hurt worse. The ache became my life, but the pangs stirred the cavity that used to hold my stomach.
I had been embarrassed he felt he could profess something so perfect to me. I look back with anger. I should have drank him in. I wanted to. Gods, did I want to. An inability to allow a moment to exist as its own, the need to separate myself. From whom? Myself?
My Achilles. I pray your memories of me did not hold this harshness.
When I broke into comics a little shy of 10 years ago, I spent about 2 years professionally in the closet. I'd been out in my personal life since 8th Grade, but when I started writing full-time it was easy to let people just assume what they're going to assume. There were characters that I wanted to write, and opportunities I wanted, and I was fucking terrified that if I was open about myself that I would never get those opportunities. And I hate to say it, but blending into the mostly straight-guy world of comics circa 2010 didn't make me feel much better about my chances. You learn a lot when you hear what people say when they don't know that somebody "different" is listening. But it started to fuck with my head and my mental well-being to not be open about myself in my work life and with work friends who were becoming real life friends. So I finally said fuck it and came out in my professional life, even if it meant that the powers that be might not ever let me write Robin, or ever let me write Batman on my own. The industry has changed a lot in the last ten years, but there are a lot of ways in which it hasn't. Especially on the superhero end of things. And having been out and fairly prominent in the industry for years now, it can be easy for me to forget how sure I was that being open with myself would only close doors in the very recent past.... And this isn't like... a happy story where I was WRONG about my assumptions about the industry and when I came out it was all hunky dory and it never stood in my way.It's NOT all hunky dory, and there were road bumps along the way I never would have been able to weather without some aggressive advocates with my best interests at heart. Which is all to say that this book is important because there's still a lot of hate and resentment in the world and it is important for people to see characters they look up to, creators they look up to, and companies they look up to championing their interests. In the very, VERY recent past a book like this would have been impossible. So it's all the more special that it's here. I'm not going to pretend that it's some huge daring political act, but it still matters. I am proud to be who I am, I am proud to be a part of this book, and I am proud that DC Comics is publishing it.
- James Tynion IV on Writing Comics in and out of the closet for the past 10 years or so.
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