“OUTRAGE! says… QUEER IS COOL!,” OutRage! members, London, United Kingdom, c. 1995. Photo © Steve Mayes, c/o OutRage! #lgbthistory #HavePrideInHistory (at London, United Kingdom)
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I see it a lot in my students that the ONLY mode they can engage with literature on is one in which they either say it's good because it's "relatable" or it's bad because they "can't relate to it" as well, and I feel like this is a symptom of the same problem. An unwillingness to engage with fiction outside of its ability to be a mirror to your specific worldview and set of morals. But art doesn't exist to give you moral purity badges--it's a mode of expression that produces conversations between artists and readers. And to engage in those converesations on an adult level you need to learn to process the discomfort of flawed human realities productively.
when internet people are like “i love gothic literature but i hate anything that discusses incest, sexual violence, oppression, misogyny, abuse, torture, gore, murder, or death”
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little mouse no.2 🐭🌼
second iterations of this little rodent I made twice to compare watercolor papers :-3
[ID start: watercolor drawing of a brown mouse standing on two legs and holding a wild flower in front of her that is very large compared to her, the mouse is wearing folksy clothes, a blue floral dress, apron and a patterned shawl on her shoulders. end of ID]
"This is my weird son. He can't climb for shit, but he is handsome and strong."
as a kid i had one of those “there’s a monster under my bed” moments except real.
every night i would cry about a ghost or something trying to scare me by knocking on my bedroom windows and walls. like, really loudly, every hour or so, every night. only at night. so my dad was like “heh okay kiddo let’s check it out :) ah see? there’s nothing here :)” and left.
until years later he admitted to me that he did in fact hear the unexplainable knocking when he slept in that room one night, and it kept him awake with fear. and suddenly felt awful for not believing little kid me.
imagine your kid being like “daddy there’s a demon in my closet” and you being like ok son lemme just check that for you :). and you open the door and there’s a demon in the closet
WHAT
