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For some reason, it is entirely OK for a strange man I don’t know to approach me in the street and tell me he’d like to violently stick his hard cock in my anus. If I turned around and say, spat on him or stabbed his eye out with a fork, this would not be OK. Moreover, if I tried to press charges, I have the stinking suspicion that without a physical assault my complaint wouldn’t be taken entirely seriously. And yet the same man gets caught taking a piss in a public place and he’s a sexual offender in the eyes of the law. ARE FERAL LANEWAYS AND BRICK WALLS MORE IMPORTANT THAN WOMEN?

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iamorganix:

Gossip.

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NEEDED: MATTE BLACK NAIL POLISH

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People get really irritated by mental illness. ‘Just fucking get it together! Suck it up, man!’ I had a breakdown, and a spiritual friend came to visit me in the psych ward. And they said, ‘You need to get out of here. Because this is the story you’re telling yourself. You know, Patch Adams has this great work-group camp where you can learn how to really celebrate life.’ It’s something people are so powerless over, and so often they want to make it your fault. It’s nobody fault. I started thinking of suicide when I was 10 years old—I can’t believe that that’s somebody’s fault. Like, ‘Oh, you’re just an attention getter.’ Mental illness isn’t seen as an illness, it’s seen as a choice…. I have a joke about how people don’t talk about mental illness the way they do other regular illnesses. ‘Well, apparently Jeff has cancer. Uh, I have cancer. We all have cancer. You go to chemotherapy you get it taken care of, am I right? You get back to work.’ Or: ‘I was dating this chick, and three months in, she tells me that she wears glasses, and she’s been wearing contact lenses all this time. She needs help seeing. I was like, listen, I’m not into all that Western medicine shit. If you want to see, then work at it. Figure out how not to be so myopic. You know?’

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shwetanarayan:

woh-battameez:

shwetanarayan:

And done!
So this is my attempt at a steampunk Indian character.  I was irritated into it by bad depictions of Western-aesthetic-pretty Indian Girlies in fake saris. Her hair is partly “inspired” by the Indian-rapunzels, because like Battameez, I cannot imagine an Indian woman with that much hair left unbraided. 

I’ve tentatively named her Amrita Bai, but that’s probably not period-accurate so it’s subject to change as I do more research.  Her family’s from Tamilnadu, & are Vishwakarma caste (specifically metalsmiths, I assume), but they moved to one of the forts under Shivaji’s control, and she’s training under a mechanical artificer there.  — All subject to change as I do more research.  (Plz do tell me if this is faily somehow…)

Real saris are hard.  And group-specific; this is a Tamil-brahmin 9-yard sari, and probably not quite period accurate but I’m not sure how it’d be different.  No blouse, because this is from my no-British-Raj alternate India. I haven’t actually worn a 9-yard sari myself, so I’m not at all sure I have the folds right on this one.  But I did get input from my mother, who has. 

Anyway ya know what’s not hard?  Making her skin dark.  I find that dark skin is so much easier to get looking human rather than zombie than pale skin is, so extra wtf to those whitewashers who say it’s haaaard.

And now I run off to the doctor.

OH MY GOD SHWETA THIS IS PERFECT. CAN I WRITE FIC TO GO ALONG WITH IT. OH MY GOD *BREATHLESS* 

:D

But, ontological question, if you write fic of my original character before I manage to write my story about her, which one is the fic?

(I want to run thoughts about that story by you if that’s okay sometime btw, not that I’m well enough to write yet but hey! Apparently I’m well enough to draw again, which is HUGE, so maybe soon!)

ETA: Name and sari do need more work — they are not caste-period accurate (hmm, must chew this over) 

BUT OH MY GOD

Yeah the earliest sari reference I could find is early 1900s, which is of course way too late.  But *something* like it seems eminently practical for engineering work.  Must make use of university libraries. & problem with Tamil names that are actually period will be getting Anglophones to parse them at all - but that is also true for those foreign Maharashtrans XD So her name could get shortened, as mine & my brother’s did, because these northerners can’t pronounce proper Tamil names only (I was Shwetambari, he was Saratchandra, we became Sharad & Shweta).

btw I invented the changeable-size wrench because the pipe wrench is a) Western and b) not invented yet XD 

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A TEXT POST

Compliments

elliegreen:

Just because you compliment someone, does not mean they have to accept it.

I don’t care if it was well intentioned. 

I don’t care if you were just trying to be nice.

If that compliment makes them uncomfortable, they do not have to take it. 

And they reserve the right to express this to you. 

End of story.

No, you do not get to slander them after this.

Just walk away, because you are done. 

End. Of. Story. 

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But what if I did want to live together, or have children, or get married: would that make me less queer? What if I wanted to do all of those things with a same-gender partner: would I be more queer then? Would your perception of me as queer differ if you knew whether or not I’ve been polyamorous in the past, if I’ve fucked anyone of the same gender before, how many people of the same or different gender I’ve fucked, or whether or not my partner and I fuck each other in ways that same-gender partners do?


I can’t help but feel like someone’s counting the notches on my bedpost. Maybe I’m doing the math myself, trying to understand my own identity as it fits (or doesn’t fit) within a broader social community: anti-marriage, plus dildo sex, plus past experiences, plus political alliances = queer enough. Queer enough, plus different-gender invisibility and straight privilege, plus monogamy = insecure in my identity.

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