i see a post talking doom and gloom about how we’ll never escape toxic masculinity. i think about back in 2017 when american girl released their first boy doll, and a review for him went viral in the collecting community. the review was written by a mom, who said they went into the store to get their daughter a doll, only to see their son’s eyes light up like fire when he saw a doll that looked like him, and now every night he puts his doll in pajamas and rocks him to sleep. i think about the toddler in my daycare room a few years back who was obsessed with baby dolls, carrying them everywhere, and his mom proudly told us he uses his sisters’ old baby dolls and wants to be just like them. that toddler saw another toddler crying one day and gave her the doll he had to cheer her up. i think about the eight-year-old boy i saw a few years back, excitedly waving around raya’s sword in a target checkout line like all his dreams were coming true. there was a video on my instagram the other day of a little boy at disneyworld crying with joy upon meeting his hero, mulan. i think about the voice actor for bow in the she-ra reboot saying his nephews only wanted adora action figures. celebrity men are wearing dresses on tv now. last halloween i saw a little boy dressed as elsa. i went to go see spiderverse over the summer, and in the line ahead of me was a boy who couldn’t be older than twelve or thirteen, bouncing and beaming, giddy with excitement over getting to see the female-led romance movie elemental. i think about the five-year-old boy at my library who breathlessly asked me where the pinkalicious books were, eyes widening when i had more on my cart, his mom explaining that he is all about pinkalicious and fancy nancy. i saw so many pictures online of boys and men dressed in pink to see barbie. teenage boys are gonna open their phones and see the man who wrote fucking game of thrones dressed in pink to see barbie. when i was a kid, a boy dressing in pink was practically a social death sentence. there are boys running around in pink on my street right now.
Begging artists to stop using Twitter as their main account for nsfw art. No one can fucking see it! Like I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve seen an interesting art preview and the post doesn’t even link to the full version, just says something vague like, “find the rest on the bird site.” And then I’m curious enough to go hunt that down and I can’t even view it without being logged in.
“Tumblr doesn’t allow porn” blahblahblah
Okay, you know who does? AO3. Post it to Twitter, fine. But if you’re doing previews on Tumblr, at least have the decency to link us to somewhere we can actually view the good stuff without having to create an account. Somewhere that’s searchable by tags even?? Like, my god, do you even want people to see your art? What are you doing?
my blog has been around for a while. a lot of you following me now have kids or are considering kids.
no matter what you do and what precautions you take, no matter how active your kid is or how many sports they play, no matter how much you think this post will never apply to you, there may come a time in your life where your child gets sick and does not fully recover. there may come a time when they develop a chronic illness, an incurable medical condition, or become disabled. at any age. nobody is too young for this to happen to them. an accident, an illness, an injury, any one of the many genetic conditions out there without proper testing, something you thought they would recover from. any number of things here.
and if that happens. I need you to do this for me. I need you to look at your kid. no matter how much you wish nothing bad ever happened I need you to very seriously sit them down. and I need you to tell them
