People still tend to lump JK Rowling in with the category of ~problematic artists~ and I need everyone to understand that is not the problem with her. She is not comparable to anyone who wrote a piece of fiction you hate, or someone who made rude comments in 2015 and has since learned better.
She is far more like Elon Musk. She is a radicalized person with an extreme amount of social and financial power, and for YEARS she has been using that power to try to influence her government into hurting vulnerable people, on purpose. And she has succeeded. THAT is the problem with her, and THAT is why spending money on her books is so dangerous, not because her books aged badly.
Critiquing her work is fine, of course (I personally was never a fan so I really donât care) but you NEED to understand that fiction is not the main issue here. And I truly think acting like sheâs the same as the rest of any giant list of ~problematic creators of the week~ waters down how dangerous she is.
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every time HP Lovecraft's name comes up in conversation we're obliged to do a collective struggle session about his racism but J.K. Rowling is out here donating the proceeds of her IP to the Foundation For Putting Trannies In The Thresher and people are like 'well her work means a lot to me'
-> Straight couples may or may NOT be seated depending on the boyfriendâs vibe. If heâs chopped and annoying, he will be asked to leave. The girl shall stay.
The other night husband and I were watching a documentary about the yeti where they were doing DNA analysis of samples of supposed yeti fur, and every one of them came back as bears.
Anyway, the next night we watched a thing about some pig man who is supposed to live in Vermont. People said it had claws and a pig nose but walked upright like a man. Now, I happen to know that sideshows used to shave bears and present them as pig men. So every piece of evidence they gave of this monster sounds to me like a bear with mange.
So now the running joke in our house is that everything is bears. Aliens? Bears. Loch Ness monster? Bear. Every cryptozoological mystery is just a very crafty bear.
Bears. Theyâre everywhere. Be wary. Anyone or anything could be a bear.
As the OP of this post, Iâm going to threaten that if this gets to one million notes by the 10 year anniversary on 1 June 2026, one year from today, I will get a lower back tattoo of the loch ness bear monster.
Trigger warnings for conversion therapy, rape, and acephobia in general.
Recently, a woman published this article about her experience in couples' therapy. Her experience matches with what most asexual people say is normal for therapists and doctors to put them through: conversion therapy and repeated rape to try to make them stop being asexual (needless to say, it did not work, because conversion therapy is pseudoscience and does not work).
All the therapists responsible for this, in this woman's case, self-described as liberal and LGBT+ friendly. This is why asexual people say that the current LGBT framework and LGBT-inclusive education for healthcare providers is not enough to stop conversion therapy, and demand that asexuality be included in these programmes.
[...] I figured out I was asexual. My husband, at first, was fine with this, though he insisted that we continue to have penetrative intercourse, as he considered such sex to be the ultimate connection and a necessary form of love. But penetrative intercourse made me want to vomit.
I never wanted to have it again and, instead, I needed us to find new ways of connecting. On our own we couldnât figure out where our two realities might intersect so we decided to try couples counseling. I had done individual therapy on and off for decades and found it immensely helpful. I assumed couples counseling would be helpful as well. And so, between December 2014 and October 2017, my husband and I took part in a cumulative 26 months of therapy across three therapists (one LMFT and two psychologists who specialized in family and relationship issues).
This, looking back, was one of the worst decisions of my life.
I do not use the word trauma lightly when I say that my time in couples counseling was traumatic. Here is what I heard in those spaces over and over again from people that my husband and I had approached as experts: I was not okay as I am. My husbandâs wants were normal while my wants were unimportant. It didnât matter that intercourse made me feel like I was being raped. It didnât matter that, to me, having sex with my husband was the same as having sex with a stranger or a relative or a childâthat it felt just as wrong, just as nauseating. It didnât matter that the only way I could get through sex was by imagining I was repeatedly cutting my throat or hacking at my wrists (I found those visualizations more comforting than inhabiting my body during sex). Sex between spouses was essential to any healthy and committed relationship, said our therapists, and we needed to fix what was wrong with me. The only alternative offered was divorce which was, for me, out of the question due to economic, family, and mental health reasons.
Many of us in the ace community have been told by family members, significant others, and popular culture that weâre broken, that something is wrong with us, that weâll be fixed or cured if we just have sex with the right person (or, maybe we need our hormones adjusted, or maybe we need sex therapy and sensate focus exercises). But I had not imagined hearing this from therapists my husband and I had turned to for help, just as I did not expect the focus of couples therapy to become the erasure of my sexual orientation.
Iâm guessing my husbandâs needs were prioritized over mine because his were familiar to the therapists. They understood my lack of sexual desire as something that needed adjustment (to be fair, the DSM had medicalized asexuality via âhypoactive sexual desire disorderâ up until the DSM-5 in 2013). One therapist told me I was making my asexuality up as a way to control my relationship. She said she was knowledgeable about LGBT issues and she had never heard of asexuality. How did I know it existed? She told me that in New York, intercourse is an expectation of marriage by law. It wasnât just her: none of the therapists were familiar with asexuality as an orientation. [...]
Part of surviving that time of marriage counselingâand I use the term surviving literally, as with each therapy session I slid further down the steep slope of depression and suicidalityâwas writing in my journal after those sessions. Some entries drift into notes about ways to kill myself [...] Eventually I knew I wouldnât be okayâI would probably in fact be deadâif I continued these sessions.
[...] The number of young people who are identifying as asexual is striking and worth noting. Ten percent of LGBTQIA+ youth identified as asexual or ace spectrum in a 2020 Trevor Project survey. What this means, in my mind, is that therapists will soon be encountering asexuals in greater numbersâand this concerns me. Are marriage and family therapists ready to help asexual clients, particularly those who may be in mixed-orientation relationships? [...]
The therapists my husband and I met with presented themselves as liberal and progressive. They positioned themselves as LGBT supportive, a safe space, because they allowed that men can want to have sex with men, and women can want to have sex with womenâbut they could not imagine other queer possibilities, such as a committed and deep love without intercourse. [...]
When people ridicule raising awareness about asexuality's existence (and it's not only JK Rowling), when they claim asexuality shouldn't be included in the queer community, these are the results it leads to.
It took me a long time to get into my first relationship because in high school all the normal people were dating each other and I was too much of a weirdo and in art school all the weirdos are dating each other and I was ever so slightly too normal
Marie says âthe lover of my love must be mine as well, non?â And Arthur is just kinda like âyeah keep it out of the mall we have enough compilationsâ
But Marie is overjoyed to finally meet Arthur. Flying right over to him like âoh, my wolf! He is so handsome you were right!â And sheâs so fascinated by him and Arthur gets a lil embarrassed and is just watching her excitedly float around him while Drifter just smiles and watches like âI told you. Sheâs been very curious about you.â And Arthur goes âIâd be lying if I said I hadnât been.â And Marie is asking him questions and holding his hands and asking heâs okay with her and sheâs been very excited to meet him. And drifter is worried Arthur is a bit overwhelmed.
But later, drifter walks in to find them sitting down together on the bed, Arthur is letting Marie hold his hands in her lap. Heâs talking, sheâs hanging on to every word, completely enamored by him. Just listening. Leo is quiet as he walks through his space, getting extra blankets and pillows where he can, listening to Arthur talk about the Hex, his time in the army, how he and Galileo met. And Marie says sheâd love to meet them one day, and Arthur says heâd love to meet Lyon.
âŚthen âhe is quiet handsome, non? I was unable to look away when we first met.â
âOh yeah, after the whole stabbing him in the hand thing, there was just something about him-â
âOkaaaaay time for bed!â
And the two just chuckle and Marie rest her head on Arthurâs shoulder, and Galileoâs heart just melts. He had been so worried about Arthur not liking Marie, but he didnât have to worry at all.
They settle, Galileo between them, Marie in Leoâs chest. Arthur whispers âyou are one lucky bastard.â
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