just thinking about how i've never seen anyone with my disability on screen. let alone portrayed in a good light. or even anyone who looked like me, even without my specific disability.
and if i saw someone who looked like me and was desired, maybe it wouldn't be enough to fix me, but it'd be a start.
representation matters. i'm tired of seeing all able-bodied white people with the same conventionally attractive features on my tv. we need diversity, we need authenticity. i'm tired of being made to believe only a certain type of people get happy endings, or get to be the main character.
i know tv and movies don't represent real life, but when you're part of a minority, whatever that minority may be, having access to stories of people who look like you, who have lives that resemble yours, even if they're not real or if you don't know them personally, that might be a way to not feel so alone.
but instead of portraying that, mainstream media always puts the same kinds of bodies, the same kinds of stories forward. i'm sick to death of it
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“Was I stupid to love you, was I reckless to help? Was it obvious to everybody else? That I’d fallen for a lie, you were never in my side. Fool me once, fool me twice, are you death or paradise? Now you’ll never see me cry. There’s just no time to die.” -> No Time To Die by Billie Eilish
Adam Page/Matt Jackson?
(from the song lyrics prompt post)
Sometimes the towering thunder clouds over the plains play tricks on you—somethin' about the electricity in the air, maybe, or the weird way the wind musses up the trees when it's about to rain. I've got my iPhone in my pack, but honestly, it's about as accurate as the leaves to tell you that a storm is comin'—weather radar shows that angry pink-red movin' across the map, the leaves turn over in the wind and show you their bellies. On both accounts, the rain follows most of the time.
Most of the time. I didn't ever know what to do when it looks like it's gonna rain and never does; truth be told, at this point I'd take angry hailstones just as soon as a sweet summer shower. Sometimes, when the wind blows just right, it almost looks like someone comin' up over the ridge. Seems to happen a lot more when I've been waitin' on a rider, and I know that, but every time the wind blows just so... maybe this time.
One thing I've learned: when the rain lies, it really lies—it fools everybody. The animals head into the barn and the frogs in the pond get ready to sing along. I get to thinking maybe I'll go out and sit by the pond and watch 'em, then I can let it all out—maybe this storm is the one that swallows my sobs, let the warm drops fall on my face so I don't ever have to know just how many tears I got in there for you.
Guess I should know better by now than to show my belly like the leaves do, when the wind blows like it's gonna rain. I guess I should check my iPhone—then I'd see there's nothin' there, though I don't yet know how to make myself believe it, 'specially when my bones tell me it's coming, when the air crackles like the heavens'll open up, and even God's creatures, with instincts far older than smartphones and weather radar, think well now it's really gonna pour.
When the rain lies, it lies good. Especially when you've been waiting on a rider, or a storm to break the summer heat. You flip over and show your belly; you think one last time about the one who made you say never again.
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Hiiiii, it's miss anonyme, what do you like to do when it's cold and rainy ? 🍊
Wrap myself in a blanket, eat pizza and watch some cartoons/series/let's plays/etc...
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