Isms.
You don't hear me talking about the Big Issues here.
My mom often complained about my being "a feminist" when I was growing up. She's the type of person who would be quite happy to have a partner "take care of her." I am the type of person who thinks that the term "cute and helpless" in an adult is an impossibility. These things do not intersect.
I'm the type of person who listened to Steven Barnes at one of the Anaconisms give a simple and elegant request to see black men in television get to be men. ...and I despair seeing something that doesn't prove the need for it.
I'm the type of person who is keenly aware that my geek love is driven by the forces of white men.
I am hypocritically bored at the art museum - why do I want to see the "classics" if they're done by dead white guys? Who made them the rulers of the world?... um.
I still like "Artesia," anyway. And "Darkover." And old school X-men. A little Heinlein now and then. And yes, Elfquest. And "NCIS." And several iterations of Batman. And I read fairy tales from all over the world. And my vision of faery has tengu courtiers looking at Mab with amused suspicion.
I'm the type of person who listens to pop radio songs and explains when they reinforce the idea that it's okay for someone to force another, and no, that isn't love.
I'm the type of person who knows that if I didn't look and act white, I would never have gotten away with bringing my backpack into the pharmacy Wednesday and walking out without being searched.
I know that I am a fat girl and that I will have to deal with people staring at me anytime I eat anything, ever. And that even if I lose weight I will always think like a fat girl.
I try hard not to give advice without being asked.
I'm keenly aware that my kinks are not the kinks of the rest of the world. (I collect erotica from different ethnic groups. It's fascinating, and often uncomfortable. I can't call it unpleasant because it's pleasing to learn. It's not what I'd call "exotic.")
I am a night owl, but I try to remember that some people like the sun.
I don't understand monosexuals, but I try to remember that some people are squeamish about things I think perfectly reasonable.
I like to eat animals. I like my vegan and vegetarian friends, and not just with barbecue sauce. I'll try to be courteous about it. (Please don't ask me to lie.)
I am aware, but that doesn't mean I don't get tripped up on my own awareness. I occasionally have ridiculously guilty worries that something I say will be taken to a dimension I didn't predict.
I have my own blind spots. I have my own prejudices (even cloaked in preferences instead.) I am full of ignorance and some of it is right in the middle of the stuff I thought I knew.
I have a strange ability to draw conclusions from unreasonable evidence and be correct. This includes touching people's sore spots physically and verbally without even knowing I had blundered towards the bruises. Maybe I do "see pain."
I do like to think that if I'm insulting you, though, I'm deliberate about it. You can certainly take it that way if you'd like. Or you could make sure I'm not just having a dense moment and didn't think how you might take it.
I am a very special snowflake.
But I like to think you are, too.
My mom often complained about my being "a feminist" when I was growing up. She's the type of person who would be quite happy to have a partner "take care of her." I am the type of person who thinks that the term "cute and helpless" in an adult is an impossibility. These things do not intersect.
I'm the type of person who listened to Steven Barnes at one of the Anaconisms give a simple and elegant request to see black men in television get to be men. ...and I despair seeing something that doesn't prove the need for it.
I'm the type of person who is keenly aware that my geek love is driven by the forces of white men.
I am hypocritically bored at the art museum - why do I want to see the "classics" if they're done by dead white guys? Who made them the rulers of the world?... um.
I still like "Artesia," anyway. And "Darkover." And old school X-men. A little Heinlein now and then. And yes, Elfquest. And "NCIS." And several iterations of Batman. And I read fairy tales from all over the world. And my vision of faery has tengu courtiers looking at Mab with amused suspicion.
I'm the type of person who listens to pop radio songs and explains when they reinforce the idea that it's okay for someone to force another, and no, that isn't love.
I'm the type of person who knows that if I didn't look and act white, I would never have gotten away with bringing my backpack into the pharmacy Wednesday and walking out without being searched.
I know that I am a fat girl and that I will have to deal with people staring at me anytime I eat anything, ever. And that even if I lose weight I will always think like a fat girl.
I try hard not to give advice without being asked.
I'm keenly aware that my kinks are not the kinks of the rest of the world. (I collect erotica from different ethnic groups. It's fascinating, and often uncomfortable. I can't call it unpleasant because it's pleasing to learn. It's not what I'd call "exotic.")
I am a night owl, but I try to remember that some people like the sun.
I don't understand monosexuals, but I try to remember that some people are squeamish about things I think perfectly reasonable.
I like to eat animals. I like my vegan and vegetarian friends, and not just with barbecue sauce. I'll try to be courteous about it. (Please don't ask me to lie.)
I am aware, but that doesn't mean I don't get tripped up on my own awareness. I occasionally have ridiculously guilty worries that something I say will be taken to a dimension I didn't predict.
I have my own blind spots. I have my own prejudices (even cloaked in preferences instead.) I am full of ignorance and some of it is right in the middle of the stuff I thought I knew.
I have a strange ability to draw conclusions from unreasonable evidence and be correct. This includes touching people's sore spots physically and verbally without even knowing I had blundered towards the bruises. Maybe I do "see pain."
I do like to think that if I'm insulting you, though, I'm deliberate about it. You can certainly take it that way if you'd like. Or you could make sure I'm not just having a dense moment and didn't think how you might take it.
I am a very special snowflake.
But I like to think you are, too.