an exhortation (++), cw: chronometric violence
I've noticed a recent trend among my friends: saying fuck it and declaring that 2020 will be good, expowering, and very very queer EVEN IF WE HAVE TO PUNCH IT INTO SUBMISSION.
Yes. Do this. Don't let them define the boundaries of our reality. Do crazy shit. Rock that boat. We are SO FUCKING CLOSE to a paradigm shift.
And that's how this stuff works. The right wing got where they are by pure stubborn denial of any reality but theirs. We can do it too, but smarter and more compassionate. (And with less Russian/corporate funding, but c'est la guerre, sweeties.)
I don't know if I can follow you. I am real fuckin' tired, and if any of you have to stay behind in the infirmary with me because you're real fuckin' tired, you do what you need to and take care of yourself. But if you can infuse yourself with Irrepressible Queer Energy this year and storm the castle... DO IT.
I'll keep grinding away on Parallax. I'm scared it'll be lost in all the chaos—or just ain't that good to start with—but I reallly don't know what else to do at this point. And that's kinda empowering, too. I'm gonna make the weirdest fucking comic I can, and never ever ever apologize for how little the heroes resemble what the rest of the world wants us to be.