Music in Film: Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse (2018) dir. Bob Persichetti, Peter Ramsey, Rodney Rothman Official soundtrack, music supervision by Kier Lehman
Cishets need to realize that pride is not for them. Sure, they’re welcome, but it is not FOR them. They need to understand the history and the meaning behind pride. Sure, pride is fun, but it’s not a party for you that gives you an excuse to wear tie dye and get drunk and fetishize gay and trans people. You can come to pride, but pride is not for you, and it is not about you.
That relatable (older) Gen Z memory: when all the projectors and white boards got replaced by Smart Boards™ around like fifth grade and none of the teachers knew how to use them but they Had To Use them otherwise the school just wasted a bunch of money and it was a rlly weird transition
an addition: when they calibrated the board by pressing the dots and everyone in class lost their minds
The women who taught me how to be queer are fictional.
Growing up, I didn’t know a single gay, bi, or transgender person. I was young, I was sheltered. When I started wondering if, maybe, the way I thought about women wasn’t the way most other girls did, I went to the internet.
I hoped to find answers. What I found was a lifeline.
I read about women in love. Unapologetically in love, unrestrained with their love. I read about women like me, and it gave me the courage to start writing.
I wrote about what I wanted my own future to look like. I wrote about women like me, queer women, getting happily ever afters. I wrote and wrote until I had published ten novels and over two and a half million words of fanfiction.
Then I started getting messages.
I got messages from myself ten years ago. I got messages that said: “Thank you.” I got messages that said: “This is me.” I got messages that asked: “Is it really going to be okay?”
And I got to say, “Yes, it really is going to be okay.”
My lifeline had become a rope, and I was pulling it from the other end. Now it runs in front of me and behind me. And that, I think, is what queerness is, and what fandom is. It inspires you, and gives you the chance—the honor—to inspire other people too.
It’s the most personal form of expression, but the best thing you can do is make it public, so you can touch someone else.
So this is my love letter to the queer fandom. Without it, I wouldn’t be who I am.
This essay was submitted to the @aroomoftheirown project, a blog and zine that seeks document the myriad of ways in which LGBT content creators and fandom participants use fanworks as a celebration of their identities and to force popular mainstream media to reflect their lived experiences by collecting essays, comics, and interviews documenting how LGBT members of fandom use their various talents to carve out a space for themselves in mainstream fiction and to explore their identities in a relatively safe space.
The blog that will accept submissions on a consistent basis and the eventual goal is to compile a selection of the pieces into a zine or a series of zines, the proceeds of which will go to the Trevor Project and Trans Lifeline
To learn more or submit to the project, click here.
not to sound too millennial here but it annoys me so much when I’m at a restaurant and someone I’m with will complain about the service being slow like buddy pal it’s fine it’s not that important
You didn’t waited 40 minutes for a dinner before haven’t you?
i have but i also have, like, real problems
I waited well over an hour for food once at IHOP, because it kept coming out inedible.
We finally asked what was going on, and it turns out that the ONLY cook had been working for 36 hours straight with only a short nap.
I ordered the easiest thing to make, tipped the waitress heavily, and sent her back to the cook with a $10 tip for them, too, AFTER watching the 24-hour restaurant close the doors so that they could send the cook home for some rest.
Yeah, I’ve waited 40 minutes for my dinner, and I didn’t ask for a discount, we tipped VERY well, and sent the cook our best wishes.
If something goes wrong with your restaurant experience, consider that there are real people back there, working under god knows what conditions.
“Millennials” are more human than their previous generations imo
“You didn’t waited 40 minutes for a dinner before haven’t you?”
“i have but i also have, like, real problems”
This has such a baby boomer vs. millennial energy and i think about this exchange everyday
