Something something more representation for characters that are intended to be attractive than skinny able-bodied white people something something

The first time I dated a bear he had such a difficult time believing I could be attracted to him because he was fat and hairy and attractive people are not usually represented as fat and hairy. When we would talk about characters that we enjoyed in the various media we consumed together, no matter who I picked it would be a person that didn’t look like him. Either because people who looked like him were flat out not present within the story, or because those that did were always disgusting, mean-spirited, unlikeable, etc.

The few big n’ tall characters that are intended to be attractive and likeable tend to be non-human and bulk muscle, not fat, with minimal hair.

And that really... did a number on his self-esteem, because he had such a hard time believing that I could be attracted to him, with all of his weight and natural hair growth, because he would see me interested in characters that looked much more like me than him.

We always talk about how representation matters and gay representation is always so minimal in the first place, and when it is present it’s always someone skinny or built but never the dude with full beard and big stomach. Those exist too.

I love how people reblogged this with tags saying nice things about bears because all of the bears I’ve spoken to or dated have told me repeatedly that despite the assumed obsession with bears in the community... when it comes to actual romance and intimacy, many of them have given up finding anything even remotely close to long-term because no one seems to be willing to actually pursue them like that.

I know this guy who is literally married and he still brings up to his partner that he should lose weight for them and his partner has to remind him all the time that he is loved no matter what his body image tells him and that he should only try losing weight if he wants to. Not for anyone else except his own self.

The bear community is literally the best, no matter where I go if there’s a bear club there they are always super nice and welcoming and very come-as-you-are. So any big guys out there that may be reading this post and thinking it can’t possibly apply to you because you feel so unloved, it does apply to you and you do deserve happiness.

the contrabass saxophone is such an absurd instrument

talk dirty to me

Have ya’ll seen the double contrabass flute before???

reblogging my own post because what in the fuck

i give you the contrabass tuba. Why is it real. I dont know.

Know what’s even better?

HYPERBASS FLUTE

my counter:

piccolo trombone 

I’m both glad and sad that string players are only limited to violin, viola, cello, and bass. Can you imagine a contrabass? Or a piccolo violin????

String players are not limited to just those.

I present, THE OCTOBASS

It’s so big that it needs keys to hit the strings.

And in the reverse direction there exists the Pochette. Translated from French, it means pocket, as it was a pocket sized violin like instrument.

This is amazing

someone post the archlute

This one?

Subcontrabass C ocarina

Legend of Zelda: The Subcontrabass Ocarina of Time

this is my favorite post i think i’ve reblogged it like 4 times

Shirt that says REJECTING ONE INCORRECTLY BLACK AND WHITE VIEW OF HISTORY FOR ANOTHER IS NOT PROGRESS

booty shorts that say THE PROBLEM IS YOUR WHOLE PARADIGM, NOT THE ANGLE FROM WHICH YOU VIEW IT

Don’t look at things you know will make you angry. Don’t read the comment sections. Don’t look at the blogs of people who add dumb comments to posts to confirm that they’re dumb all the time. Don’t read old conversations you had with people you don’t talk to anymore. Go look at pictures of kittens or something instead. Protect yourself from negativity in every way you can.

I cannot even begin to explain the peace that was blessed upon me when I realized this.

basically in december 2019 the mozilla company (who run firefox) sent tumblr an email saying “hey this guy is gonna confuse people and make em think this blog is official” so they sent me an email telling me to change my username. i resisted for a bit but i gave in and changed it to unofficial for a while until may 2020 when i decided who gives a shit and i changed it back

MISTAKE!!!!!! DON’T DO THIS!!!!!!!!!!! THEY GOT ME AGAIN!!!!!!!!!

what if baba came into your house and said PER SON is PUSH and started pushing your ass around

i would be ok with it. clearly he needs to solve a puzzle and i am an integral component in the solution. i would love to be of assistance to baba. baba has done so much for us.

the problem with "I need to criticise myself to prepare for other people criticising me" is that it fails to account for the possibilities that a) nobody will criticise you, or b) the people who do criticise you are not people you value the opinions of anyway. I know it feels like a good defence mechanism, but at the end of the day there is a high chance that you're just being mean to yourself for no reason. consider this

suffering is not mandatory

there's something so extremely depressing about looking through nsfw artists Tumblr accounts and those accounts being abandoned/last posted on 10 years ago or just gone... so many artist livelihood and connections and community just, gone. it's like a graveyard.

so yeah, when you advocate for how disgusting porn and nsfw is, how gross sex is, how the world would be better without those "degenerate gooners" this is what your advocating for. the destruction of communities, job opportunities through art, and the total erase of queer kink art and expression.

I understand that coming up with interesting ways to describe penises is a perennial challenge for fanfiction authors of a particular bent, and it's not my intention to impose additional hurdles; however, it's unavoidably true that – unless one consciously adopts a very distanced tone – even fiction written in the third person has an implicit viewpoint character, and that one's word choices consequently imply things about that implicit viewpoint character's perspective.

All of which is to say that no, I'm afraid I don't in fact believe that this particular character would think of her penis as a "fuckpole".

(I sometimes encounter an extended version of this problem where – most commonly – both participants are depicted as being kind of shy and awkward, but the body parts and actions are described in very aggressive terms. Whose point of view are these interjections mean to reflect? Is there someone else in the room? Why is sex between two repressed nerds being narrated by a pro wrestling announcer? Actually, on second thought, that sounds kind of awesome.)

when artist consistently draws the same pattern of things for a long time like... Puppies or something.. and then gets interested in skeletons and starts consistently drawing skeletons....

Thats when a lot of people start to really be mean or show entitlement it's clear they view artists as "art dispenser" and not and actual person with a consciousness that flows like a river. It's like they think the art machine is broken and it used to give me puppy art but it's broken now and I get skeleton art so someone should fix it ?

People go through phases of things they like sometimes people really are into something for years and then they're into something else for years and then they go back to the old thing for a week and then they do something else again

Artists aren't brands they aren't corporations you aren't consuming them ... They're human people and they're trying to connect or get thoughts out or any number of reasons to create and share things and a lot of artists aren't even interested in making money off it..

every metroidvania's got the "oh fuck" zone

u gotta be careful reblogging posts cuz what if you see it drowned in water later

Oh wow! what a beaut! Time to reel her in!

What Are You Doinf To My Poast

thesaurus.com save me

aid me

assist me thesaurus.com

What No One Talks About

You know what no one ever talks about? How meeting "the one" doesn't make you any less aspec.

Like, you know when aphobes are all like, "You just haven't met the *right person* yet"? It doesn't follow logically.

A few days ago, my queerplatonic partner and I decided that there is a romantic element to our relationship, and that "demiromantic" describes our romantic orientations better. So yes, I "met the right person" and developed romantic feelings. But does that make me any less aro? Absolutely not. I wasn't alloromantic all along and just needed to realize it. You don't NOT develop romantic feelings your whole life and nullify your entire aromantic experience just because you find out you're arospec more than vanilla aro.

So yes, aspecs *might* meet "the one" and develop romantic and/or sexual feelings (not me, though, I'm ace as heck 😂). They might find out they're gray or demi. But that doesn't make them ANY less aspec.

Fight me on this.

vent post. There are two stories i was told in my teenage years that even before i had a real concept of trans issues made me uninterested in discussing the supposed sacredness and safety of separated sex-based spaces.

First, when i was like 13 or 14 my PE teacher told us about a time she went to a women's public restroom, some guy was hanging out outside the bathrooms, she didn't think anything of it, went to the bathroom, and he walked in after her and like, creeped on her over the top of the stall. She was ok, she wasn't telling us this to scare us, just telling us what to do in situations like that (and iirc she was telling the whole co-ed class this, not just girls, bc it's useful for everyone), but this taught me immediately and forever that there's nothing actually keeping these spaces separate really, that anyone can be a creep in any space, and that establishing a space like that as for women only isn't actually particularly useful for safety.

Second, when i was 16 i was at an anime convention, a friendly acquaintance of mine and i ended up in conversation outside, and he showed me his bare wrist and told me he'd been kicked out. A female friend of his had stepped in dog poop outside, and between that and the stress of the convention she'd had a bit of an emotional breakdown, so being her friend, he started comforting her and ushered her into the women's restroom so they could wash the poop off her shoe together. And because he was a man who went into the women's bathroom, he got kicked out, no matter that he was doing something that was actually beneficial to a woman. Punishing a woman's friend for supporting her was supposed to... protect her somehow? This made it clear to me that a no-exceptions rule separating the sexes like that wasn't actually inherently good for everyone.

And this isn't even getting into me as a child needing to accompany my younger sister to the restroom when we were out with just my dad because she had certain support needs past the age he felt comfortable bringing her into the men's room with him. And what if I'd been born a boy, or she'd been the first born? Who's helping her then?

And of course even putting all this aside, we should always prioritize compassion and support anyway. But i never even needed to meet a trans person to know that "keeping men out of women's bathrooms" is silly nonsense. But trans people also need to pee anyway and as humans they have that right, so leave them the fuck alone. your precious women's restroom is just a fucking room with a door, holy shit give it a fucking rest, if someone is attacking you in the bathroom that's bad and if someone is in there to pee that's good and it doesn't fucking matter what their junk is or was when they were born.

a woman could have done the exact same thing to my PE teacher and it would have also been bad no matter how "supposed" to be in the restroom she was, and no one should ever be punished for helping a crying friend wash their shoe.

Anyway i know I'm speaking to like-minded folks here, i just think about those two stories literally every time bathroom gender shit comes up and it pisses me off.

when I was in college at the (huge) University of Minnesota, I had a friend with various ailments including narcolepsy. it was pretty severe - we became friends when she sat next to me in a big auditorium class and asked if I would help prevent her from falling onto the floor when she inevitably fell asleep in class (which I had to do, multiple times)

she also asked me to wait outside the women's bathroom after the three-hour class when she needed to pee, just in case she feel asleep in there. one day that happened

being a guy, I wasn't allowed in that room. so despite my friend not emerging for at first 10 minutes, then 20, I couldn't check on her (and calling through the outer door wouldn't help, as it was a double door entry)

finally after about half an hour - when I was about to just barge in there, risking getting expelled or worse - another woman approached, and I asked her to check on my friend. whom she found passed out on the floor of a stall with a banged head

what if she'd been more seriously injured? what if that random woman hadn't happened by needing to pee?

bathroom laws are conservative culture war BS