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bast-writes-stuff · 2 years

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A library in britain created an alien mascot that uses they/them pronouns as part of a program to promote youth reading and terfs are now demanding the library explain how the alien fucks

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bast-writes-stuff · 2 years

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I have now seen have a bag of plastic bags attributed to growing up in a black household, a Latino household, an immigrant household, an Appalachian household and a “white trash” household. I think it’s time to just admit that we all have a plastic bag bag

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bast-writes-stuff · 2 years

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my favorite thing that’s ever come out of those dumb “gender reveal” parties, you know the ones, is that people make cakes and other baked goods for them right?

and since everything in this hellscape has to be gendered including colors, they gotta use both pink and blue frosting when they decorate to keep the prospective parents guessing before they cut the cake open and reveal how they’re gonna color-code their babies, but that also means:

people are out here making blue and white and pink baby cakes and just, unintentionally throwing the trans flag all over their pointless “gender” celebration and i think that’s just superb

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bast-writes-stuff · 3 years

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Olhos

Janelas do abismo

Morada do cosmo

Aqui naufrago

Me afogo

E gozo

#poem #poema brasileiro #writing #literatura

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bast-writes-stuff · 3 years

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I should write more

My professor says "You need to write, and re-write, and re-write, never stop, it's the only way to be good at writing."

I do write.

I write messages to my friends, saying that I love them, that I miss them.

I write e-mails at work, to my boss, to my coworkers, all regarding my tasks and duties.

I write notes while studying, while I watch the class, I take notes as I read the academic texts assigned, as I discuss the themes with my colleages.

But then I don't write what is in my head, much less what's in my heart, and I don't dare to even read what's in my soul.

It feels like I'm floating in the deep ocean of my thoughs, suspended, like an astronaut drifting endessly at the universe's void.

There's no up, no down, no sides. Only me engulfed on myself.

Sometimes it feels like drowning.

I nearly drowned once, playing among the ocean waves. I underestimated the strenght of one of them, then I was rolling around, dragged away by the dark salty water.

I knew I had no control over the water, but I couldn't help trying, kicking desperatetry trying to propel myself to where I thought the surface was.

Sometimes is like that, me spiriling and fighting within myself, seeking the surface.

But most of the time is just peacefull.

And if stays peacefull for long enough, I float. There's finally an "up".

I reach the surface and breath, I see the sky, I feel the wind, and then I write. However I never stay aflot for enough time.

While I sink again I'm still writing, against the resistence of the water, the pressure of the deep, I write the fastest I can until I can't move enough, until the memory of the sky and the wind fades away.

I drift. I spin. I fight. I panic. I make peace with myself.

And then I float again, reaching the surface.

But the sky is not the same. The wind smells different, is colder, or warmer. The sun has a different color, the stars are different, are gone, are new.

So I can't keep writing about the old sky, and I must write about the new one.

So I do, until I sink again, surronded by all the bits of literature my brain created.

#writing #I floated long enough to finish this one #who knew

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bast-writes-stuff · 3 years

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Trans people what's your actually impossible to reach transition/gender goal (If you have one)?

Mine is being able to turn into a wolf.

#being 6ft tall #claws and fangs

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bast-writes-stuff · 3 years

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All words in the world

As she entered the living room I felt my heart stop for a moment, there was nothing else in the universe but her, not even myself.

I felt cliché, exactly like in the movies I just stand there, paralised, staring at her trying to remember how to exist.

- Are you ready?

I blinked once and shortened the distance between us with two large steps, holding my hand out to her.

She took it, the question of my silence shining on her eyes, and as my brain started to function again I still had nothing good to say.

Nothing was good enough, was it my words or borrowed from some great writer’s mind, and that was all I knew at that moment, so I said:

- You know, the definition of language is “human capacity”, it goes beyond communication, registering tales, mental processes, social organization, etc. - her confusion grew, but she remained silent - It’s something only us humans have, something so complex and unique, only our ridiculously big-craft-brains came up with an amazing thing really.

- Yes, it is… - eyebrow raised, her sentence was just a comma for my discourse.

- I don’t really like this definition. There's this guy, Saphir, he came up with a better one I think at least… It’s the best one for now I mean. He said that language is a clipping of our idea of the world, the amount of reality we make sense of. And instead of being just a channel for our thoughts to exist on this plane, it played a main part of the thought process, like, the way you speak influences the way you build your thoughts and vice versa. Are you following?

- I guess so. - she smiled, amused by my chattering.

- Then, there is you.

- Me?

- There��s absolutely no way to describe how amazing you are. I stand here, and my brain just can’t conceive the idea of you. Millions of years of evolution, and still the very idea of you obliterates the very technology that built our entire society, - I reach for her face, my fingers caressing her cheek - reality bends for you like space-time bends at the borders of a black-hole, and just like there’s no words in any language that exist, existed and will came to be, to fully encapsulate the meaning of them… It also goes to you…

I stop talking, breathless again. It almost physically hurts, I feel frustrated at the limitations of my capabilities to make her understand, I need to make her understand.

- You know, that's the fanciest way someone said “I have no words” to me ever. - she kisses my hand.

- It’s more than that, you must understand that there are no words. That even all this I said isn’t enough, it’s a gross sketch, a pitiful try, and still I must try because you’re worth it.

- You’re such a nerd, just use simple words.

It took me a minute to think.

- You look stunning as always, and I love you more than words can say.

She smiled and kissed me.

- There you go, silly. I love you too.

#short fiction #writing #I'm a hopeless romantic #1º

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