So there’s this huge dudebro in my class, who, yesterday, sat next to me. And I’m sitting there sweating because like… I’m wearing my shirt with the lesbian flag on it, and he’s the most popular jock in school, and always has this look on his face that say ‘I can and will kill you’. He looks me up and down, stares at me for a minute and then goes, “So. Girls in skirts and long socks, am I right?”
To which I nodded solemnly, both out of agreement, surprise and also a healthy amount of awkward fear. He nodded and went, “You get it.”
I said, “Yep.” He fistbumped me, and on went our lives.
Oh! I forgot to mention! I saw him at lunch the same day, and he ran up to me, tapped me on the shoulder, pointed at this super sweet girl who comes to GSA and asked if she’s gay. I told him he should ask her because that’s not my place and he said he would.
I thought that would be the end of it.
Except ten minutes later he came back and told me he found out (she’s bi) and that both of us have a shot. I said “You more than me.” because he’s attractive and popular.
But this wholesome dumbass looked really confused and asked, “Because I’m tall?’
So this isn’t lesbian/jock solidarity but I thought you guys would want to know-
My math teacher was trying to fix the rolling whiteboard and he just offhand said “This would be easier with a wrench”
And deadass, dudebro said “Hang on” and then proceeded to pull a fucking wrench out of his backpack
Update- after school today he saw me in the library and he didn’t say anything? He just pointed at the book he was holding and I gave him a thumbs up because it’s a pretty good book, and he went “Yes!” Really quiet and pumped his fist and then left
Okay so today he asked me if I know how to help people having a panic attack and I was like yeah? And he smiled at me and then went “cool I think I’m having one”
And I was like what the fuck Colin we’re in the middle of Tech class sit down and we went out in the hall and sat there for a while and he told me about the test he’s stressed about so we kind of went over his study guide and when he was feeling better he kind of like… smacked his head against mine gently? And I helped him up even though he’s almost a foot taller than me and yeah
Today at lunch we walked to the football field and laid in the grass and I told him thank you for being my friend (because I don’t have that many) and fistbumped me and said, “You always looked so nice and chill, how could I not want to be your friend?”
And honestly y’all, I would’ve started crying if he hadn’t sneezed and accidentally smacked me
the contrast between the final fights in Homecoming and Far From Home brings me great joy.
HOMECOMING: Peter low-key gets his ass beat. Like it’s understandable because he was already injured and it’s his first real supervillain fight but still… like… he loses that fight. Vulture beats him until he stops moving and raises his limp body to finish him off. All he has to do in that moment is shove his wing through Peter’s heart and Peter Parker and Spider-Man become tragic cautionary tales for future would-be vigilantes. It’s Vulture’s decision to go after the loot instead that saves Peter’s life; Peter has nothing to do with it. Peter’s triumph in that scene is not winning the fight, but having the essential goodness to show up at all, to lose the fight and still risk his life to save his enemy from himself. It’s less about Peter being capable and more about Peter being so gosh dang good that he can’t help but try to do the right thing, no matter the cost. We are left feeling that Peter is unarguably a hero, but he still has a lot to learn.
FAR FROM HOME: Peter wrecks Mysterio’s shit. With no webshooters, no AI, nothing but his own enhanced strength and senses, he utterly dismantles a state of the art automated weapon and holographic protection system designed by Tony Fucking Stark himself. In a tiny confined space, he dodges gunfire from dozens of military-grade weaponized drones, punching, slamming, smashing, and ripping them apart with his bare hands. WITH HIS EYES CLOSED. At the end, he stands absolutely triumphant, not even looking as he deflects Beck’s last-ditch effort to murder him. We have already established that Peter is good, so this scene finally and firmly establishes that Peter is capable, that he is strong, smart, and fucking badass enough to defend the world in his mentor’s absence. He has grown by leaps and bounds from the first movie, and stepped out of Tony’s shadow to become a hero in his own right.
What is or isn’t a slur can be highly contextual, y'all.
“Jonny Sims bummed a fag off my ma” doesn’t contain a slur, but “What are you, some kind of fag?” does.
“Queer studies”, “the queer community” and “I’m queer”? Not a slur. Some bigot calling you a “dirty queer”? Slur.
“Be gay, do crimes” and “He’s gay” ≠ slur, but “Ew, that’s so gay” = slur.
In conclusion, stop buying into this fucking “q slur” bullshit. Queer people talking about the queer community aren’t using it as a slur any more than a gay man calling himself gay is using that term as a slur.
Everyone tagging this as “Don’t call people ‘queer’ if they aren’t comfortable with it”, I don’t disagree with you, but I do have one question for you:
Why are you singling out “queer”?
Hi, I’m queer and I don’t like being called gay. Why is it always “don’t call people 'queer’ if they don’t like it” but never “don’t call people 'gay’ if they don’t like it”? Or just “don’t call people words they are uncomfortable with”?
Why is it only ever “queer” that gets singled out?
And why do you even feel the need to tag that onto this post? All I said was “stop tagging people referring to themselves this way as if it were the same as bigots hurling it as a slur”.
Bc 'queer’ means 'strange’ and I want to be normalized.
And I want people to stop treating any divergence from “normal” as a bad thing. I’m neurodivergent, I’m never gonna be “normal”. I don’t care about being seen as “normal”, I want “normal” to stop mattering and for people to ask “Is this harming anyone?” instead.
You don’t want to be strange. Okay, cool. Just don’t act like other people being harmlessly different is a bad thing.
Again, this is a post about treating queer people talking about how queer we are like we’re the same as bigots trying to hurt people who’re different from them. If you don’t do that, we’re good!
Me, personally? I’m not gay as in happy, I’m queer as in fuck “normal”.
I’m not gay as in happy, I’m queer as in fuck “normal”.
If you’re going to have a human being play God, you should get a good actor, and Frances McDormand is as good as they come.
Do you mean, would Terry have thought that someone needs to have a penis in order to voice an immortal, intangible being bigger than the universe? Or would he have thought that they need XY chromosomes? Or would have have been satisfied if he knew that the actor identifies as male and dissatisfied if he thought they identified as female?
I don’t think Terry would have given a moment’s thought to whether or not Frances McDormand could play God in Good Omens, but he would probably have interrogated the human need to ask your question in interesting ways.
