Like maybe there's not drama brewing.

That'd be nice. And low stress.

It's just. Suspicious all on a similar subject. Dividing into sides. Ranks slowly forming. Just. No one's actually sent a declaration of war yet.

Could this not?

Whelp. New term for all the bullshit I've got going on.

*reads the essay* Jesus, that sounds like anti culture the whole way down.... Are people really saying that's something only trans femme people can relate to? Because I've seen so many people mobbed like this, especially black people....

Holy shit, the wire dreads. That's fucking perfect.

I spend more time adjacent each piece that squicks me out, tagging every bit, making sure people can avoid it or find it as they wish, making sure squicky details are tagged correctly

Than it takes for you to glance at 5 art pieces.

Toughen up.

I can spend hours tagging stuff that squicks me the hell out, quietly screaming to friends because body waste stuff is very squicky to me, but look. I'm fine. I'm not injured or morally wounded by proximity to it.

Seriously.

Also the sheer bone deep offense of them comparing lines on a paper to shit I went through is just.

*twitches, manic very un-nice grin*

It's amazing how the way society is set up tends to rip away the basic joys we had as kids.

Child me: Confident, drawing stick figures with squiggles for hair

adult me: closing the art program after 5 minutes and having a mental breakdown.

'Just heard from a friend'

"Chill, bro, I heard it on the interwebs, the interwebs are always right."