this asshole had the entire city scared he was going to lead some kind of klan march and rampage through an immigrant neighborhood. he showed up yesterday with about 5 people and “marched” less than one city block before counter protestors super-soakered his ass in 10⁰ weather, pushed him back to his hotel, and ran him out of town. so so so proud of my city
I think I am officially Fandom Old. I am so worn out from the arguments on who’s the top or the bottom (who cares), what is allowed to be written (anything you want, bejeebus), what is Problematic (I know, just tag it), what other people Should Do (they Should live their lives free of judgment). There isn’t a Right Way to do things. Tag your stuff appropriately, don’t read stuff you don’t want to read, and leave other people (me) alone.
There is nothing quite like the freedom of having gone through all of the Discourse and come out the other side into the promised land of Not Giving A Fuck.
The three keys to the promised land are “Block, Unfollow, and Do Not Engage”
So many characters should be permanently disabled in multiple ways or AT THE VERY LEAST have severe chronic pain but everyoens a coward so no one writes the effects of the injuries they inflict </3
and a large part of the problem is just that the existence of fat people & the fat body throws a real wrench in the concept that there is a clear cut agreed upon “disordered” relationship that one can have with food as held against a healthy/normal one, because for many people, depending entirely on their body type, severe restriction/obsessive moralized thinking/anorexic patterns/any other number of behaviors are not just not-disordered but are in fact socially or even medically mandated as penance for fatness
That post about 30 year old coming of age stories?
I’ve been thinking about it all morning. What would the plot points be for that? What makes a 30 year old coming of age story?
Old folks sound off in the comments
A few ideas:
Burying a parent that never encouraged independence
Acknowledging a trauma you’ve spent your life ignoring
Finally opening yourself up to a truly mutual, non-transactional relationship (platonic or romantic)
Leaving a community (religious or otherwise) that has kept you from growing
Finding your calling and going for it, even as the common sense and old coworkers call you crazy while you put in your notice.
Breaking up with old friends who are not right for the rest of your life and reconnecting with old enemies to bury the hatchet.
Feeling the deep fear that comes with finally seeing the signs of age and the toll the years have taken on parents. Losing grandparents. Seeing your first gray hairs or wondering if they’ll all fall out in the next 5 years. All of the signs that scream you aren’t as young as you used to be, and the way the joints pop a bit louder and the ears miss some more frequencies now… “Youth” is gone.
Remembering things that no longer exist anywhere but memory, and wondering how to explain to those who come after how we got here.
A funeral for a friend who died way too young and is the first of your class or generation or friend group to be lost.
The second to last friend in the group has just gotten engaged, and the first ones are having their second child. Meanwhile the main character is still stuck in their master’s program or preparing for PhD and feeling like their life won’t really begin til they are 40…
Just to name a few more ideas and see about getting juices flowing.
