Fiona Apple - Every Single Night (fan art)
8x10”, Ink and Graphite on paper
I said I’d shut up about this song when I recorded a cover of it. But now I will actually be done. After this. Once I share this image everywhere and then sell prints of it. Then I’ll totally, seriously be done talking about my favorite song of this year. Promise. (Ish)
Venus Transit 2012 from Guatemala — Sergio Montúfar
I don’t think the comment “bisexuals have straight privilege unless they’re in lesbian relationships” makes any more sense than saying “lesbians have straight privilege while they’re single”. This makes the assumption that all bisexuals who are single or in opposite-sex relationships actively hide their sexual orientation.
If a gay woman keeps her sexual identity secret while she’s single in order to avoid discrimination, we don’t accuse her of co-opting straight privilege – we sympathize with her for feeling the need to closet herself. So why the double standard for bisexuals?
It might not apply to you, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t straight-looking femme lesbians, or androgynous-looking, rainbow-wearing, alternative-haircut-having bisexuals. My point is that that comment oversimplifies and overgeneralizes things in a way that seems unreasonable to me.
apparently my school made the senior dinner great gatsby themed
because what better theme for a graduation party than the inaccessibility of the american dream
Here’s a thing that happens:
A kid has a disability. Or is otherwise substantially atypical.
And the adults in their life don’t want them to feel different and suffer for it, so they don’t talk to them about being disabled.
And then they grow up without basic information about their body (or brain).
And then every description of how people work is different from what the kid experiences. And it’s confusing and isolating, and hard to even realize how things are wrong.
Because fish in water don’t know they are wet. It’s hard to know that the descriptions are wrong when you don’t know it’s possible for them to be right.
And then, sometimes, people who grow up that way eventually find out that they actually are different. That there is a word for the way their body and mind works. That there are other people like them, and that the world makes much more sense than they ever realized.
That’s something that awareness should mean. Kids need to know how their minds and bodies work; atypical kids need accurate information just as much as other kids do. They just don’t usually get it.