Philosophical InQUEERy

A blog discussing Polyamory, Queer Theory, Sexual Health, Casual Sex, Identities, and the Ethics of how we interact with these things.

Ugh, the difficulties of mental health stuff and public transit. Apparently my bus driver’s solution to a somewhat upset passenger was to taunt the woman, calling her “crazy” on the intercom and threatening with the use of the cops…ugh. Aparently some folks were very afraid of her and were worried and I’m like….ugh…it is so complicated, so multi-layered. But that bus driver was still an insufferable cruel asshole who was just teasing, berating and mocking that woman who was clearly in some distress. Shameful. I don’t know what was going on with her, she was upset and ranting and praying and speaking hymns very very loudly and I can see why folks would be feeling unsafe, but at the same time….ugh…such a mess. But that guy was a butthole. I don’t know what the best course of action would have been, I’m still unsure. But treating her like garbage WAS NOT IT.

Lol. So me. Shhhhhhhh!

Lol. So me. Shhhhhhhh!

(Source: infinitenap, via 69shadesofgayy)

So, I’m sorry I’ve not been around, writing or doing anything, I’ve had a sort of life crisis begin to emerge this month, and it’s sort of spiraling out of control. I’m in Seattle, I’ve been working a lot, and I’ve been desperately looking for housing, but I have yet to find anything. And the end of the month is approaching. FAST. I’ve never felt so out of control and I start a training class next week on top of everything. So I want to be connected, but it is easier not to be right now.

doctorwho: The Doctor

doctorwho:

The Doctor

(Source: becausecoffeeandstuff, via cakeandgriefcounseling)

Don’t Ask Me What My Sign Is Please.

Lots of folks here in Seattle are into Horoscopes and astrological signs to various levels and it has been starting to drive me up a wall. I hate astrology in the same way I dislike psychoanalysis; they both separate me from my choices and the way I am. The second a person asks me what sign I am, particularly if I just said something and they are responding to it, I have to try my hardest to suppress a huge sigh. Because what it means to me is that they are either looking for the REASON I said something, or think some way, and think my relationship with the stars could illuminate something further, or that they are looking to categorize me and sort of decide HOW I am.

A guy online once mentioned that he really only dated Capricorns, and that for him to like a Pisces was really odd, cause most Pisces were whores and users and are just looking to get taken care of. So when I said that I thought that was pretty sex negative and that folks figure out how to make it and that’s not an inherently bad thing to exchange sex for services. And he just said, “I was right about Pisces”.

And this is the shit that makes me fucking pissed, using signs as a determining factor and then using it to develop a moralistic code of bullshit. (Btw, if you don’t like sluts, I don’t want to fuck  you, cause you don’t deserve us. Cause you are too likely to re frame everyone you sleep with as sluts if they don’t do what you want.)

If your Sign and identity are tied together and it is deeply important to you, thats okay, I don’t care how you decide to identify yourself as long as you are happy. But if anyone starts to try to use any framework other than my own to try to write over me and TELL me HOW I am, I’m gonna get mad at you.

“I’ve fallen in love with myself and I want someone to share it with me. I want someone to share me with me.” —Eartha Kitt”
—   Probably one of my fave quotes of all time.

katnox:

browncoat-named-cauthon:

worthyourweightinfanfiction:

“What’s Wrong With Stephen Moffat?”
Rebloggable by request

these are all fair points

I feel vindicated

So I don’t usually reblog fandom stuff but…this is what makes me want to slay Moffat like a goddamn dragon.

(via sparklymagicaltime)

nikkiaino: I made this a while back, but today is as good a day as any to post it.This is queerbaiting simplified. It’s showing one thing, multiple things, just enough to plant the seed of that oh so dangerous thought: “Could this character possibly be just like me?”. Just enough to keep us guessing, just enough to not be enough for everyone to see. Because we are looking, we find what the creators so carefully put there “hidden” in plain sight (don’t you see it? it is there!). Our readings are silently tolerated, swept underneath the rug, shoved into the cupboard under the stairs. It’s all fine, as long as you don’t show your face and raise your voice. (“don’t talk about it, don’t ruin the status-quo, don’t be different”) More and more people read those characters as queer. More and more LGBTQ+ youth and adults (and even non-LGBTQ+ people) hold unto that tiny sliver of hope that this time, this time it will be our turn. Until that thin rope we were collectively holding unto breaks and we fall. The rope breaks and we fall. Some will walk away barely scathed, just some bruises here and there, but others will break their bones and have to learn to walk all over again. And again. Repeat. But that rope? It only breaks because someone cut it. Maybe they only frayed one thread, but it was enough. It’s a strong rope, it could have supported us all. We can’t fix it, we don’t have the means. We can only wonder why you would break our piece of rope, when you have a whole assortment of rope ladders to choose from. So what is queerbaiting really? It’s showing a thing and then blaming people for seeing the thing. If you don’t want us to see the thing, don’t freaking put it there.

nikkiaino:

I made this a while back, but today is as good a day as any to post it.This is queerbaiting simplified. It’s showing one thing, multiple things, just enough to plant the seed of that oh so dangerous thought: “Could this character possibly be just like me?”. Just enough to keep us guessing, just enough to not be enough for everyone to see. Because we are looking, we find what the creators so carefully put there “hidden” in plain sight (don’t you see it? it is there!). Our readings are silently tolerated, swept underneath the rug, shoved into the cupboard under the stairs. It’s all fine, as long as you don’t show your face and raise your voice. (“don’t talk about it, don’t ruin the status-quo, don’t be different”)

More and more people read those characters as queer. More and more LGBTQ+ youth and adults (and even non-LGBTQ+ people) hold unto that tiny sliver of hope that this time, this time it will be our turn. Until that thin rope we were collectively holding unto breaks and we fall. The rope breaks and we fall. Some will walk away barely scathed, just some bruises here and there, but others will break their bones and have to learn to walk all over again. And again. Repeat.

But that rope? It only breaks because someone cut it. Maybe they only frayed one thread, but it was enough. It’s a strong rope, it could have supported us all. We can’t fix it, we don’t have the means. We can only wonder why you would break our piece of rope, when you have a whole assortment of rope ladders to choose from.

So what is queerbaiting really? It’s showing a thing and then blaming people for seeing the thing. If you don’t want us to see the thing, don’t freaking put it there.

(via teen---idle)

desertflowerseeksrain:

Look. New Video. Surprise!

Anonymous asked: Are you dealing with an STD?

No, not currently. The thing is with anxiety, I don’t need to have to have the thing to not been a total wreck over a thing. I have sex, sometimes I’m not as safe as I should be or something goes wrong or whatever and I get caught up in the anxiety that happens when you think you have something. Self blame, loneliness, shame, embarrassment, and fear for physical well being is high! I’m a pretty low risk for most STDs, but as a queer male identified person, HIV is not ever far from my mind. It just sits in there. We’ve been taught so much that we are at risk of it that it is so hard that we have ostracized HIV positive folks from us. If anything needs a queer refraining and radical dismantling it’s the way we act towards HIV and other STDs. Because even herpes (while embarrassing and pain full is generally a non-issue) is spoken about with whispers and blame.