#shynthoughts

[wyddrshyns]

What’s the equivalent of force femming but for learning how to code? Cause that’s what windows 11 did to me. I am a victim

[wyddrshyns]

Autism observations with Shyn: Normies really just don’t know anything about snails.

And are often very weirded out when I mention a quirk of the snails that are my students class pets.

Snails are weird! But it’s strange how twice now someone has .exe errored out when I mention an observation about these strange crusty European gastropods. I’m not even autistic about snails!!! I just like, know the basic facts about them

[wyddrshyns]

Was tryna make a smartass post about how coming out to your family even as a grown ass adult sucks. But it sucks, so this is the post y’all are getting.

[wyddrshyns]

A big part of me was always a little weirded out by the whole BL culture and the gay romance thing in fandom because it felt fetishy but I was also like inexplicably drawn to the same stories. (Feel free to put words in my mouth tumblr I know I cannot stop u)

Now I realize I’m just transmasc and liked it in a gay way- and I need to befriend people who get this sentiment lol.

[wyddrshyns]

In most of my conversations with people I am regularly astounded at how much of my life, even before I’d realized it, was suffused with queerness. In ye olden times when I was a youngling fully indoctrinated Christian nationalist, all of my experiences were still thoroughly colored by how alien I always felt. I suppose it’s a comfort, knowing I never really belonged in that horrid place.

Even if I still feel out of sync.

Although now it’s less, “alien,” and more like I’m the only one who remembers that all we really are is animals running amok in the mud.

It’s good mud, I like it.

[wyddrshyns]

Teeth are such a potent symbol.

They are the only bones that we part with while we are still alive, and yet may remain long after we are gone. They are also tools, imbued with action and meaning purely for their shape and function- but when removed from our bodies maintain that something once lived here, in an actionable sense. Something here ate, gnawed, felt the cold of the wind dry these bones.

A femur? A tibia? Inert reminders of a body that once was- but teeth? Teeth can tell how an individual lived.

[wyddrshyns]

Something always bugs me about “the kids are alright” or “we have to protect the children” type of posts and it’s not cause of what you’d think.

I work with kids, there are all kinds of children who will all be subjected to the horror and splendor of being alive. Your job as an adult with proximity to children is to give them the tools to handle it themselves the way they can- and stand by and for them when they can’t. It won’t always be heartfelt or pretty, it won’t ever be 100% ok. But they will have to cope with all of it because that’s the raw deal of being alive.

Kids aren’t some enigma or mystical thing, nor are they the caricature you see in media narratives. They’re tiny people with tiny brains who are having to deal with being a person for the first time ever. That’s hard! It’s sad and beautiful and disgusting and exciting all at the same time.

Because of this the aforementioned narratives rub me the wrong way as incredibly minimizing- or I suppose tokenizing in a way— but that language is very charged so mostly what I mean to say is: The kids will only be as alright as the rest of us are. Yeah you can work to make that better, but it’s dirty work. Rotten work. Thankless work.

It’s also, I believe, the most valuable thing you could possibly spend your limited time here doing, helping someone else learn to be their version of human.