I don't want to be known for my writing or clothes.
I want to be known for my anger.
Writing just seems to be the form where examples are the simplest and situations the realest.
My frustration is the fuel which my characters face and just limiting the value of my writing to good prose is Kubrick cutting the end of A Clockwork Orange to make a shallow movie about violence.
My work is my anger and everyone's anger at ignorance at those who will limit anyone to the background.
The further work is not about love, love is the aid to get us through society which we've created, born into and have to struggle with every day.
And love is the fuel, the fuel to the anger which I have to bear for being queer and deviant.
And I am not a love story. I am not something to cry over. I am something which should make you realize if you are at a privileged position that you should make a change, if you are discriminated, that you are not alone, that we should all have this fuel and should never just be limited to love.
Because our anger is valid.
We became our anger, so that the love will not only nourish us now, but later when all is done and we are no longer deviant to a society who hates itself.
Jamie. Gay. Genderfluid. Polyamorous.
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Any anon questions to cheer me up or just chat? Or non anon? Just short coz I’m on mobile
Everyone who has a roof above their heads and will have one tomorrow, everyone who is in university right now and will be tomorrow
You are so lucky.
I don’t think I’ll ever see either again.
Because I don’t seem to be worthy of education or renting something.
Guess who’s scum then.
Reblogged from acceptsacupoftea :
no one ever cares, if they do it’s just in the beginning, then no one ever does.
and nothing comes true anyway.
maybe it’s just me and I doesn’t matter.
and the illusion of love is the worst, those above will never look down
don’t believe in your dreams, because when you’re nothing, you die nothing
on the edge
Reblogged from thehipwaffle :
What I mean when I say “I can’t do that”- Anxiety Version:
- I am unable to do that
- I am too stressed out to do that
- I cannot face the humiliation of attempting to do that
- My body will physically not allow me to do that
- I am on the verge of a panic attack
- I cannot do that
What people hear:
- I am unwilling to do that
- I am just shy
- I am overreacting
- I am lazy
- I need to get more experience in social situation to help my anxiety
- I need a push
- I don’t want to do that
Inspired by X
Asked by Anonymous:
How did you learn to write?
I started writing when I was 6. So, I just wanted to lay down stories because I would always imagine many while traveling to school and etc, I enjoyed playing those game where you are either dolls or celebrities or anything with different plots that I would ask my friends ti play with me at all times, it was like a need xD and then I just kept writing my own stories xD
then I got into roleplaying at neopets and it was at the time when you had to properly role-play (not like now when it’s gifs and one-liners) you were cool if you could write paragraphs and paraghraps of replies and that really made me write how I write now. Then I got scared if my writing was any good and my parents sent me off to Creative Writing courses where I was always the top student and I would get told that unlike everyone else my style was unique, because people usually had no idea what to do with it and I’m sorry for bashing but there was a big flaw in the CW system in America that they were trying to make everyone write the same and that was what happened to all the American kids who came in the CW courses in Europe, while I never had that struggle because I developed it on my own. It was reassurance and on my second course my teacher forced me to write poetry and in general people always praised my feeling for where to break, like I can have a paragraph with one line or so, boarding with some poetry.
My third time was when me and Callie both went and we wanted to learn and spend time together and in that one, it never dawned on me that a lot of people are terrified to write about sex, that each and every one of them would stand up (most Americans) and terrifiedly yell “IT’S NOT SEXUAL” and I got angry and I wrote an explicit poem about sex and I stood up and said “IT’S SEXUAL” and it was an eyeopener for me to keep sex and sexuality in my work because people were so afraid and the heteronormativity and etc.
So yeah, it was all done with my bare hands, really. Besides forcing me to write poetry and frankly it was more improving it when I had already written novels and whatnot and I’d get a “why are you here” when people would struggle to even come up with sentences. I never struggled with ideas, which is mostly what the course does with. I dunno, it seems beyond me. I have to many ideas which I even have to kill off in my head xD
thank youuu :3
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