December 2011
“For all the bitching I do about Glee, I think these are the moments that matter. In ten years, no one will be talking about Rachel Berry stuffing a ballot box or Quinn Fabray stealing a baby or Idina Menzel humping a teenager. But in ten years, the gay teenagers who stuck with this show — whether they knew they were gay or not, whether they were out of the closet or not — will remember what it was like to watch Kurt come out to his father, to watch Santana come out to her grandmother, to watch Kurt and Santana’s friends accept and adore them, to watch them fall in love. For lots and lots and lots of people, this will be the very first time they ever see themselves reflected on a screen, and they will store those images up and treasure them in the hearts for always.”
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AfterElton (via jpierrepontcriss)
and then they’ll remember how Finn outed Santana and then everyone acted like that was an okay thing to do.
Apparently I Wrote This Whole Thing About the Movie Thor and Saved It in a Folder Labeled “Drafty Bullsthit [sic], Etc.” and Forgot All About It Until I Went File-Purging Last Night. So of Course it Belongs on the Internet. This is a Title.
Remember that time I went to see Thor, despite having no prior knowledge of the story beyond Vincent D’Onofrio’s starmaking turn as the auto mechanic in Adventures in Babysitting? WELL HERE’S WHAT I THOUGHT OF THE MOVIE.
From what I can gather, having seen the film all the way through to the post-credits clippymajigger, Thor is the blonde, space alien version of Encino Man. At the beginning of the movie he makes his daddy mad (what your daddy doooo?) and gets banished to Earth, where some science-folk pick him up and try to pass him off as their Human Friend who is Totally Not a Viking from Space, Seriously You Guys, We Swear. But then shit goes down, as shit always do, and some shady government guys come after him, and it is ON. Meanwhile, back in space, Thorncino Man’s smaller, darker, OBVIOUSLY ADOPTED I MEAN DUH brother Loki has hurt feelings and turns to the only means he has to express them: evil. Some other stuff happens, too, like Stringer Bell gets encased in ice for a while, but don’t worry you won’t recognize him as Stringer Bell until the end credits and it’s better that way or else you’ll be all YO STRING, WATCH YOUR BACK, which will distract you from the plot. You know what, nevermind, I wish the whole movie had been about Stringer Bell.
what to remember when someone comes out to you: a five point guide.
i…afhdsklf. so, i have to put aside for a second the fact that i just watched a show that literally bungled a lesbian storyline so badly i cannot fathom it, because! i was going to make a post about that (and may still), and i went looking, in research, for a few links to articles that discussed the CORRECT things to do when a friend or family member comes out to you. i thought, perhaps naively, that these would be fairly easy to find! so you can IMAGINE MY FUCKING SURPRISE when i couldn’t even find one, barring a piece that was so shaming that i honestly regret having read it.
so! here are some things to keep in mind when a friend or loved one comes out to you as queer, because someone apparently needs to say them somewhere!
[a quick note: i am using queer as an umbrella term to encompass the various and assorted different variants of gender and sexual identity. for more information on those variants, feel free to check out this website.]
1. this is not about you.
certainly—certainly!—it may feel like it is. you may be thinking of how this information impacts your life, or how you feel about it; you may be remembering your own experiences with queer perceptions, or queer people, or queer pamphlets, for all i care. and you know what? that’s just fine. on your own time, you may feel free to pour yourself a large cup of tea and work out how you feel about this new development in your life! that’s natural and normal; we, as human beings, have feelings about everything from our families to our favorite brands of cereal, and none of them are wrong.
however! when you are with the person who has come out to you, especially in the immediate wake of that conversation, you must swallow that down, because it is selfish! talking about your feelings on someone else’s coming out is like talking about your feelings on someone else’s loss—and i should point out, at this point, that i do not in any way mean to equate coming out as, or indeed being, queer with any kind of tragedy. it isn’t, and we will get to that in a second. i use loss only because it is the clearest parallel in terms of depth of feeling; the person who has come out to you, let’s just call them Person A, has done so against the weight of a thousand coming out stories that resolved badly, against the negativity still in our media and politics, against the fact that, just to use one example, as recently as 1973, “homosexuality” was listed as a psychological disorder by the American Psychiatric Organization! even if you are a deeply tolerant person and have made that known, there is still, always, the fear that your tolerance does not extend to Person A specifically! thus, the loss parallel makes sense, in the sense that some part of Person A is more emotionally raw than usual—the same way you would not respond to someone’s discussion of the loss of a family member with all the ways that loss was negatively affecting your life, you should not respond to someone’s coming out with it’s negative effects on you. IT’S NOT ABOUT YOU. maybe, at some point, when Person A is in a less raw place, you can have that conversation, but that is their call, because, again, not about you.
2. being queer is not a tragedy.
one of the things my mother said to me over and over after i came out to her: “i’m just worried about your safety.” and you know what, that was, in its way, incredibly sweet of her; she, as my mother, loved me enough that the idea of me being hurt for who i was kept her up nights. that warms my heart! but it also made me feel small and scared and wrong every time she said that, and it took me a long time to figure out why.
yep.
November 2011
uhh forgot that i can borrow a computer so i will be back sporadically?
just fyi
90% of people marry their 7th-12th grade love. Since you have read this, you will be told good news tonight. If you dont repost this, your worst week starts now
these-words-were-never-easier:
looks like im marrying my computer
reblogging just for that comment ^^^^ hahahaha
^^LMFAO
THE COMMENT ^^^^
THE COMMENT. I CANT^^^
hahahaa
I had to. What is air… The comment. I’m dying!
LOLOLOLOLO the comment^^^
lmao
story of my life.
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LOOOOOOL
have viruses on laptop
won’t be around for a while
sorry
help i’ve fallen for a fictional character and i can’t accept reality
