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I am so angry about this prompt on queer_fest that I am updating just to be enraged, internet.
I really love the idea of queer_fest because, whatever, I love coming out fic. My love for a completely unrealistic celebrity coming out fic is 90% of why I've ended up in RPF fandoms. I love reading it and writing it and everything about it. But this shit and all the shit in the prompt list that conflates a lack of comfort with prescribed gender roles with a trans* identity pisses me right the hell off and leaves me in the same shaken place I was the day, not too long ago, when someone said to me, "If you don't conform to your societally prescribed gender roles, you are transgender!"
(My cis identity is incredibly important to me because politics, partially, but it's also on a very personal level. I believe it is incredibly important for me to to say "I do all this shit AND I HAVE GIRL PARTS" because I was so fucked up as a child by "girls don't" and "that's a boy thing" that I never want anyone else to go through that. I'm a girl. And I do whatever the fuck I want, because fuck you, that's why.)
Anyway. Enough of that. We went to the Panthers-Oilers game for Best Bro's birthday. Tickets were all of $8, which is not the cheapest we've managed, but was still pretty great. She got mad at me for how fond I was of Ebs and RNH, but whatever. Whatever! The baby Oilers are adorable! Also they aired Soupy's YCP vid, it was pretty great. And there was a moment. Oh my god. There was a moment. Where Ebs shot in overtime and Kulikov dropped down to block it almost exactly like he did at the 2009 WJC right before the golden goal and I clutched Best Bro's arm hard enough that I, uh, left a bruise. And then there was the SHOOTOUT, which Madden didn't start even though he was skating around right before it happened and I was afraid, and it was peopleIdon'tcareabout-Ebs-Kuli-someone-Weiss-fuckyouNuge. And I almost fell out of my chair screaming at Kulikov to WIN THIS ONE FOR MOTHER RUSSIA! And then Nuge won it, FUCK YOU NUGE. :(
Also I went to the Minute Clinic for some nice drugs. I find the Minute Clinic about a billion times nicer than the doctor's office, where I am inevitably called a fat cow, and this was no exception. The nice nurse practitioner winced when I told her that my menstrual period was currently occurring and said, "That's proof God is not a woman." She also gave me a really strong cough suppressant (my cough is so bad it makes me puke, or sometimes cough blood, or sometimes see stars) and antibiotics and told me to stop running around for a few days and rest. We'll see how that works out.
"The Hobbit, any dwarf character(s). One or more of the thirteen dwarves is female. It is incredibly important to that particular dwarf (or those particular dwarves) that they remain hidden in male garments, as they are not attracted to males but are on a quest where the males greatly outnumber the females and therefore fear rape. Bilbo accidentally finds out, but keeps their secret safe."I mean, you're kidding me, right? That is about the life and experiences of queer people? ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
I really love the idea of queer_fest because, whatever, I love coming out fic. My love for a completely unrealistic celebrity coming out fic is 90% of why I've ended up in RPF fandoms. I love reading it and writing it and everything about it. But this shit and all the shit in the prompt list that conflates a lack of comfort with prescribed gender roles with a trans* identity pisses me right the hell off and leaves me in the same shaken place I was the day, not too long ago, when someone said to me, "If you don't conform to your societally prescribed gender roles, you are transgender!"
(My cis identity is incredibly important to me because politics, partially, but it's also on a very personal level. I believe it is incredibly important for me to to say "I do all this shit AND I HAVE GIRL PARTS" because I was so fucked up as a child by "girls don't" and "that's a boy thing" that I never want anyone else to go through that. I'm a girl. And I do whatever the fuck I want, because fuck you, that's why.)
Anyway. Enough of that. We went to the Panthers-Oilers game for Best Bro's birthday. Tickets were all of $8, which is not the cheapest we've managed, but was still pretty great. She got mad at me for how fond I was of Ebs and RNH, but whatever. Whatever! The baby Oilers are adorable! Also they aired Soupy's YCP vid, it was pretty great. And there was a moment. Oh my god. There was a moment. Where Ebs shot in overtime and Kulikov dropped down to block it almost exactly like he did at the 2009 WJC right before the golden goal and I clutched Best Bro's arm hard enough that I, uh, left a bruise. And then there was the SHOOTOUT, which Madden didn't start even though he was skating around right before it happened and I was afraid, and it was peopleIdon'tcareabout-Ebs-Kuli-someone-Weiss-fuckyouNuge. And I almost fell out of my chair screaming at Kulikov to WIN THIS ONE FOR MOTHER RUSSIA! And then Nuge won it, FUCK YOU NUGE. :(
Also I went to the Minute Clinic for some nice drugs. I find the Minute Clinic about a billion times nicer than the doctor's office, where I am inevitably called a fat cow, and this was no exception. The nice nurse practitioner winced when I told her that my menstrual period was currently occurring and said, "That's proof God is not a woman." She also gave me a really strong cough suppressant (my cough is so bad it makes me puke, or sometimes cough blood, or sometimes see stars) and antibiotics and told me to stop running around for a few days and rest. We'll see how that works out.