if people could stop framing the pan/bi thing as “some people choose to identify as bi and some choose to identify as pan” that’d be great.
because that framing makes it seem like all pan and bi people consider both labels as “options” for them.
of course, some people feel they’re interchangeable or
similar enough that they could identify as either or both.
but some people feel they aren’t interchangeable or
similar enough, and that only one is even considerable.
for me, bi was never an option because I never related to it or felt represented by it, because I’m just not bi. so, no. I didn’t choose pan over bi. I didn’t decide I like pan better for whatever reason. I just am pan. just like some bi people are just bi, and pan isn’t even considerable for them.
along with this is another thing I’d like stopped: people putting emphasis on choosing bi to honor bi history.
because that framing makes it seem like those who don’t identify as bi are insulting or disrespecting or ignoring bi history.
I don’t have to be bi to honor and respect bi history. me not identifying as bi does not mean I’m disrespecting bi and its history and community. it just means I’m not bi. it’s quite literally that simple.
all in all. some people feel they could identify as either bi or pan, but choose one over the other (or both). some people feel it isn’t a choice, they just are bi or just are pan, and the other isn’t even considerable. identifying as one label does mean you’re not honoring or celebrating the history of other labels.
That’s Louis Rossman, a repair technician and YouTuber, who went viral recently for railing against Apple. Apple purposely charges a lot for repairs and you either have to pay up or buy a new device. That’s because Apple withholds necessary tools and information from outside repair shops. And to think, we were just so close to change.
2019 is gonna be about taking deep breaths. carefully walking down paths you used to think you could sprint through. loving n being loved in whatever capacity it may present itself in. trying not to blame yourself when things go differently than expected. it’s about the journey, not the destination.
During the most poor and homeless period of my life, I had a lot of people get angry with me because I spent $25 on Bath and Body Works candles during a sale. They couldn’t comprehend why the hell I would do that when I had been fighting for months to try and get us on our feet, afford food, and have an apartment to live in.
Those candles were placed beside wherever I slept that night. In the morning, I would move them and set them wherever I’d have to hang out. At one point I carried one around in my purse - one of those big honking 3-wick candles. I never lit them, but I’d open them and smell them a lot.
I credit that purchase with a lot of my drive that got me to where I am today. I had been working tirelessly, 15+ hour days with barely any reward, constantly on the phone or trying to deal with organizations and associations to “get help at”. It’d gone on for almost a year by the end of it, and I was so burnt out, to the point that I would shake 24/7. But I could get a bit of relief from my 3-wick “upper middle class lifestyle” candles. They represented my future goals, my home I wanted to decorate, and how I would one day not be in this mess anymore.
When we moved into the apartment, and our financial status improved, I burned those candles every single day. When they were empty, I cleaned them out, stuck labels on them, and they became the starting point of my really cute organization system I had ALWAYS planned to have.
So whenever I hear about someone very poor getting themselves a treat - maybe it’s Starbucks, maybe it’s a home deco item, maybe it’s a video game… I don’t judge them. I get it. I get that you can’t go without anything for that long without it making you go crazy. You need to pull some joy, inspiration, and motivation from somewhere.
poor people deserve things they want, too. it is unfair to expect poor people to only buy things they “need”.
My grandfather used to tell me: if you only have 20 kr left, you buy grocery for 10 kr and flowers for the other 10 kr because you need a reason to live as well.
We are not machines and an unmet need is an unmet need.
I relate so hard to this.
I lived in a motel for a while in 2018. With 2 dogs. Let me tell you… that shit ain’t cheap.
But any time I could I’d splurge just a little bit on myself (or my girls). Whether it was spending a little extra and getting myself decent Mexican food that’d last me 2-3 days, or getting a plant that’s on clearance because that motel room was fucking barren without some sort of greenery.
It’s the little things that keep us going, that keep us sane, that help us keep focus on the bigger picture.
GOD this is so REAL
i have lived in a motel for 3 years like a caged rat
excuse me if i want to buy the ~fancy cheese sometimes just to feel alive
These kinds of responses are my FAVORITE. Some examples to answers to this question I have heard:
1.
“Okay, and who’s the president?”
“Obama, no wait, shit *vehemently* fuck, I hate him… what’s his name…”
“It’s okay, you know who he is.”
2.
“Who’s the president?”
“*drunkenly angry and confused* ..uhhhhhhh…Orange… damn it what’s the fuck’s name….
“Yup, good enough.”
3.
“And who’s the president,”
“Not fuckin’ Obama!”
“I feel ya.”
4.
“Who’s the president- wait, nevermind you’re from Korea you said, right? So who’s-“
“Everybody knows that Trump-bitch.”
“Oh, well, alright then.”
5. (My personal favorite)
“Who’s the president?”
“Ew.”
“Good enough.”
My roommate is a neurologist and has to do this check all the time. Her all-time favorite so far has been “ay dios mio” during which the woman was vigorously crossing herself.