Life is Dada. Life is art.
The meaning of life can be summed up in paintings, photographs, musics, musings, theatre, dance, and a myriad mosaic of people just waiting to be.
hi i do not like how some of you people have been using the term ‘egg’ lately. i also hate how you talk to gnc people. thank you.
so ‘egg’ refers to a trans person who has not yet realized they are trans and are in denial. usually one refers to themself in this context. i dont see this happening much to gnc women because its much normaler for a woman to be butch than for a man to be femme. but like.
if you know a man who is more femme. they may very well be a trans woman. and that is for them to figure out on their own. but yall see any man who isnt masc in the slightest bit and go ‘this must be a closeted trans woman’ no. shut up. being a trans woman is more than being a feminine male person. not only do i think youre not normal abt gnc men but i also think you are not normal about trans women.
its incredibly rude to call someone an egg for being gnc. what if we all minded our own business.
When I was in high school, a very close friend of mine used to call me an egg, and honestly? It made it harder to eventually realize that I was trans. I didn’t feel safe exploring being a gnc man, because if I did, I would be called a girl, something that normally wouldn’t bother me, except that it was coming from someone who was serious. They actually meant it, and that caused me to get defensive, and I never realized that I might actually be trans until after I graduated. So, if your friend wears nail polish, or complains about not being able to grow their hair out due to a uniform policy, don’t tell them who they are. No matter what, actually, don’t tell anybody who they are. Literally just let people be who they are. Even if you know who they are more than they do, you don’t actually, so zip it.
when i identified as nonbinary, a lot of people joked that i was a trans guy in denial(i thought calling myself nonbinary was a safer way of being trans and that it meant i wasnt really trans, it was sucky) and it made it so much harder to tell people i was a guy, because i have a general attitude of “if you said i couldnt be this then im going to because fuck you!”
The Egg Prime Directive is a thing for a reason!! Never call someone an egg untill they have cracked, no matter how much you suspect they’re an egg or how long it takes for then to crack!
Figuring out you’re trans is a super personal and disorienting experience. It has to be your own realization or your brain will be like “outside attack, protect!!” You’ll end up entrenching them even further and making cracking harder for them.
Sometimes they’re not an egg, also. Sometimes they’re a nut: they’re incubating something different than you expected, and if you give them a warm, dark, quiet space to grow they’ll sprout rather than hatching. And that, too, is okay.
Sometimes they’re a rock: they might simply crack and reveal a glistening interior that always existed, but which they didn’t feel comfortable sharing with you. That is also okay.
I don’t like “oh well it’s fine if you never TELL them you think they’re an egg” because look, fuck you, no one has more information about what kind of best, truest self a given person might become than that specific person. You do not have all the facts about a person’s interiority. You cannot have those facts. They aren’t yours to know until and unless your friend cracks open and chooses to let you know what’s inside. Not all enigmas in your life have known outcomes, and it is the height of hubris to tell yourself that you can peer inside them without damaging the growth within.
One of the worst parts of current internet culture is that it makes good old fashioned complaining so difficult. I don’t wanna cancel anyone or bully anyone, I’m not trying to form a hate mob I’m not calling anyone out, i just wanna bitch about something. Because complaining is fun, good for you, even. Is that too much to ask? Where is the room for shooting the shit?
sometimes I wonder how we all survive and then I look at my best friends and I go “oh, I survive because I don’t want to leave you yet” and it makes sense. life is so hard a lot of the time, but I want one more bowl of pasta with you.
NO NO NO TUMBLR I DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES WANT TO SEE WHAT MY MUTUALS LIKED. I WANT TO SEE WHAT THEY’VE REBLOGGED. IF IT WAS WORTH SEEING THEY’LL PUT IT ON MY DASH 37 TIMES
Thank you, everyone, who’s reblogged this 37 or more times in a row and my apologies to your feeds.
Right now, you have to be a team player. You cannot complain about AI being used to fuck over your industry and then turn around and use it on somebody else’s industry.
No AI book covers. No making funny little videos using deepfakes to make an actor say stuff they never did. No AI translation of your book. No AI audiobooks. No AI generated moodboards or fancasts or any of that shit. No feeding someone else’s unfinished work into Chat GPT “because you just want to know how it ends*” (what the fuck is wrong with you?). No playing around with AI generated 3D assets you can’t ascertain the origin of. None of it. And stop using AI filters on your selfies or ESPECIALLY using AI on somebody else’s photo or artwork.
We are at a crossroad and at a time of historically shitty conditions for working artists across ALL creative fields, and we gotta stick together. And you know what? Not only is standing up for other artists against exploitation and theft the morally correct thing to do, it’s also the professionally smartest thing to do, too. Because the corporations will fuck you over too, and then they do it’s your peers that will hold you up. And we have a long memory.
Don’t make the mistake of thinking “your peers” are only the people in your own industry. Writers can’t succeed without artists, editors, translators, etc making their books a reality. Illustrators depend on writers and editors for work. Video creators co-exist with voice actors and animators and people who do 3D rendering etc. If you piss off everyone else but the ones who do the exact same job you do, congratulations! You’ve just sunk your career.
Always remember: the artists who succeed in this career path, the ones who get hired or are sought after for commissions or collaboration, they aren’t the super talented “fuck you I got mine” types. They’re the one who show up to do the work and are easy to get along with.
And they especially are not scabs.
*that’s not even how it ends that’s a statistically likely and creatively boring way for it to end. Why would you even want to read that.