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Guys if you want queer shit written by queers on our own terms you’re going to have to start seeking out weird independent media. I’m sorry that’s the only place you can regularly find it idk what to tell you, we can’t keep acting like there’s nothing if we’re not getting blockbusters and triple A titles or whatever it is we’re waiting around for. The thing you keep saying you want is already being offered for free by one person making a passion project on the internet and you would both benefit enormously if you interacted with it instead of lamenting that the only options we have for representation are pandering afterthoughts from corporate shit
I say this with so, so much care: Real queer shit written by real queers can and will sometimes make you uncomfortable. That’s one of the defining features of weird, independent queer media. And weird independent media more broadly. Art that comes from true individual passion and authenticity has edges and bite to it that mass market corporate products intentionally do not. Has a rawness that can offend.
You are allowed to feel uncomfortable about it. But don’t ask for queers to self censor for your comfort.
(via methesdork)
The I Spy books were more than puzzles; they were windows into surreal dreamscapes where the ordinary transformed into the extraordinary. Each page felt alive, a vivid tapestry of objects that seemed to float between reality and imagination. A jumble of marbles could become a galaxy, a pile of toys a mysterious labyrinth, each spread inviting you to explore and uncover hidden stories woven into its intricate design.
These books weren’t just about finding things—they were about losing yourself in worlds that blurred the line between the familiar and the fantastical. Every scene struck the perfect balance of logic and whimsy, evoking the same sensation as a vivid dream where everything made sense but still felt just out of reach. To flip through an I Spy book was to wander through the quiet, magical corners of your imagination, where wonder thrived and secrets waited to be discovered.
(via enki2)