A play on contrast. And it is Missing Season 3 hours.
Happy Friday everyone.
Your background is filled with red But it’s hardly anyone else's It’s all your own And it leaches Leaches Leaches into your present Future Follows you with vulture wings
You’ve hurt and hurt And stood up Wrapped yourself in armor Just to be hurt again The cycle hasn’t made you soft But it hasn’t broken you yet (It will Oh it will With blue eyes and pleading confessions)
You let it show Once in a while A little red bow Gloves A jacket It feels like tempting fate “Won’t leave a stain” It feels like laughter in darkness
It feels strong And you hurt But not enough to fall (To stumble one day) Not even enough to hang your head
You’re a Luthor after all Your past is tied in red And you wear it so well
This is amazing!!!! Very powerful words, big honor to have them beeing shared with my art.
Normally I would sent this as an ask but you don’t have your ask box open haha. So my final project for my queer studies class used one of your mood boards as an example of synthetic kinship in the queer community, I thought you might want to know/check it out! https://lgbtintothewoods.wordpress.com/
Author’s Note: And now you all love big brother Virgil too. Sorry, I don’t make the rules. (Also, @star-crossed-shipper you asked to be tagged!)
Chapter 4/4:
Virgil was immensely relieved on learning that none of them would be living with their parents while the trial was going on, though he didn’t think the furious looks on their faces when the three of them were taken away would ever stop haunting his nightmares.
He hadn’t actually gotten a chance to tell either Roman or Remus what was going to happen before it started happening, and he regretted that the second both of them turned to him with such scared looks on their faces as they were all walked out of the house.
“It’s okay,” he said, pulling them both close as soon as he got a chance. “It’s gonna be okay. We’re not going anywhere you haven’t been before, okay?”
“Virgil, what’s going on?” Roman whispered.
“We’re going to go stay with Patton and his Dads for a while,” Virgil said, with the best attempt at a smile he could manage.
“What, why?” Remus asked. He sounded confused and worried, but he didn’t sound upset, which would help Virgil sleep a little easier that night.
“I’ll explain on the way, alright?”
He made sure to sit in the back of the car along with them, so when the social worker taking them to Thomas’ house started to drive, they could talk in private and without any of them having to turn around or lean back.
@queercutlureis for the second showcase I’m submitting 3 lyric videos I made a while back. Flashing lights warning and minor sensitive topics in the lyrics themselves
Being trans comes with many joys, finally discovering yourself, finding people who understand you the euphoria of looking like yourself for the first time the pride in breaking the chains of the gender binary It also comes with some unavoidable pain not feeling like your body is your own living some of your life as someone you’re not your voice not sounding like you clothes never fitting quite right and some easily avoidable suffering like societal oppression being abused and made fun of just for living as our true selves being referred to by terms that aren’t your own
Greg Abbott, Ken Paxton Ron DeSantis, Joe Harding Ted Cruz, Donald Trump theses men do nothing to help instead they encourage the torment and through their positions of power they spread their harmful ideas transphobia snakes its way through the republican party spreading it’s tendrils through the darkest corners
Greg Abbott Ken Paxton and their long pointy nails ripping trans children from their parents drawing blood where lives could be spared blocking the pathways to happy healthier lives trans kids in Texas directly under fire trans kids everywhere can feel their pain
Ron DeSantis Joe Harding and their massive obnoxious mouths talking over anyone who’s different or odd running their mouths as if they’re better than the rest of us stopping children from sharing their stories or even learning that they are not alone other people feel that way it’s not wrong to be queer queerness should be celerbrated not erased from our vocabulary
Ted Cruz and his two sided hair cut viewed from one side he is a protector from the other side he is a transphobe one perspective buys into his tale of biological supremacy among children, kids who just want to play the other view point sees the evil forcing kids to hide their true self or leave the game that they love
Donald Trump and his blaring orange skin the bright color acts as a beacon calling similar minded people to his side gathering support for causes that deserve no recognition preventing people from serving their country because their gender doesn’t align with your expectations preventing brave men women and people from serving simply because of what’s in their pants
Six fallen saviors leaders turned corrupt they were supposed to empower the people they serve instead they terrorize them powerful people, political leaders they are supposed to guide the way to a better future not turn us around and send us back to bigotry oppression and hatred
It Hurts
“Women’s reproductive rights” “After a woman gives birth” “Her” “He or she” “Girls” “Ladies and gentleman” [Women’s room] [Men’s room] “Girl’s team” “Boy’s team” “Son or daughter” “Mom and dad” “Brother or sister”
Everyone pretends I don’t exist Everyone tries to deny my existence Everyone implies I’m not there Everything is structured to ignore my existence Every tradition pretends I’m not real
It hurts I try to hide it I shrug it off I ignore it I say it’s ok
But it isn’t Every Little Stab Hurts
I. Exist. Too. Just because I don’t fit Into your neat little boxes Doesn’t mean I’m not real Doesn’t mean you can just ignore me I have a uterus too I play on this team too I’m listening to your speeches too I exist in this world too
How about “Reproductive rights” “After a person gives birth” “Their” “They” “United” “Folks” [Bathroom] “Coach A’s team” “Coach B’s team” “Child” “Parents” “Sibling”
Just change a few words It’s not very hard And it can make a world of a difference It can make me feel seen and heard It can make me feel real It can make me feel like I have a place in this world Because I do Weather or not you care to acknowledge me I am here and I am queer
Transitional Years
Alone Scared What am I supposed to do What is gender How do I stay safe How do I explain these feelings What is going on inside me What is going on around me
I am so glad that time is over The fear The questioning The confusion No more hiding who I am just because I don’t understand it And I’m afraid the world won’t either No more hiding inside Afraid of the plague that’s taken over the world
I can be free now I can be myself I can be unapologetically myself I can be a normal kid
I’m never getting those years back Those 2 years spent hiding in the darkness of my room Or all the years before spent believing in a lie I lost my transitional years To a plague And to a different kind of transition
I went in one person And came out a totally new version of myself
New name New pronouns New perspective on the world
I’m not alone in my struggles, I wish younger me knew that Other people feel the way you do And everyone is there for you You don’t have to question alone It’s ok to let others know you’re confused and scared
I’m happy for my friends Who aren’t going through that alone I’m glad I can be there to support them To show them that they aren’t alone To show them the light at the end of the tunnel To be an example of a happy ending
I just wish younger me was that brave Younger me was too afraid of the unknown To admit to anyone else that I didn’t know Didn’t know who I was Instead of letting others help me to find myself I hid myself from everyone I hid myself from myself I denied who I am Because I thought I had to know To pick To tell everyone I thought I had to know who I was Before I could tell people who I’m not I thought I had to pick between Being truly myself And being a part of my team I thought if I told someone I would have to tell everyone So I chose hiding I chose the past I chose my team
Sure, it made me who I am But couldn’t have there been An easier path to this point? We’ll never know At least for now, I’m just happy to have made it here I hid away for 2 years And in the process I found myself I pulled back the coat of lies That I had been building up my whole life I eased out of it And I burned it The freedom I found Was well worth the pain That the path here caused I am myself And I am never turning back
The Queer Fight
Gay marriage was legalized In the united states Within my lifetime And I’m still in highschool
The first time an Openly transgender athlete Competed in the olympics was Last summer I watched them Go on to win gold
Stonewall The AIDs crisis Those are things of the past To my generation Yes, they’re important history But they aren’t our battles
Our Fights are: Bathroom bills Trans athletes Representation for EVERYone Skyrocketing mental illnesses
Things are much better than they were 50,30,20, even 10 years ago But we’re not there yet We’re still seen as other As something different Something to be feared and hated There are still so many countries Where I could be killed Just for being myself And even more Where I couldn’t marry the person I love Just because we’re the same gender Hell even in the usa I can’t marry The people that I love Since you can only marry one person
Yeah representation has gotten better But you still have to go looking for it And the little that you can find is mostly Just gay, mlm or wlw There’s the occasional mspec A sprinkling of binary trans people A spot of enbies And a tiny tiny spec of aspecs I can see queer people but I can Hardly see myself And my multifaceted identity Nonbinary, trans, genderfluid, mspec, ace, ambiam
This is our fight And we’re not stopping Until we’re all equal
The Black Ring
Black ring Right middle finger A fuck you to Fucking anyone
It’s a physical reminder Something to rub When I feel Like an other Like I’m missing out That I’m too queer Or not queer enough It grounds me Reminds me I’m not alone
It’s a signal A way to let others know “Hey, you’re not alone” It’s subtle But powerful It’s simple But meaningful
It’s a piece of me I almost never take it off It represents a part of me That can’t otherwise Be seen and understood Even with the ring Only some people care To see and understand But I do and some do And that’s enough for me
Black ring Right middle finger A reminder A Symbol A part of me How I say “I’m Proud, Proud to be Ace.”
@queercutlureis can I submit this for your queer creator showcase?
A bit about me, I’m a queer high school student and for me poetry is an outlet and a way for me to express my feelings, and really the only kind of writing I can do lol
I finished playing the Golden Rose ( @anathemafiction ) this week and had a delightful time! This is Aloys, my MC, and the harbor cat. Saying goodbye was the most heartbreaking scene in the game. u_u
