I just kept thinking the other day about the idea of how “we’re all human! We all bleed red!” and how it shuts down important discussions about privilege and oppression, and the idea sort of ran away with me.
Here’s the first 500 words or so.
I’m not sure what all I want to do with it. Definitely going to have my protag be bisexual (though, there aren’t labels anymore. After all, we can’t have that. “We’re all human” after all.) I’m just not sure how big I want this story to get yet, especially since I’m not done with my pirate story. Lol.
I’d rather teen girls reading nothing but terribly written fanfics about their favorite OTPs that express healthy and emotionally-sound romantic relationships than “great literature” that teaches them they are prizes to be won or creatures to be controlled or destroyed.
tbh I’m really glad this post is taking over my dash. more ppl need to have this concept on their radar… if I had a quarter for every time I had to listen to some brogressive or manarchist or Feminist talk about how to steal groceries or whatever while throwing the low-wage workers held responsible for product loss under the bus and straight up saying they “didn’t care” bc “punishing corporations” and “refusing to pay for resources” that they COULD pay for, in order to make a point, was more important to them than low wage workers who are collateral damage.
Since I’m always wary of these turning into “breaking the rules is always bad”, posts, shoutout to my grocery store coworkers, who worked as slowly as possible, because working quickly led to unreasonable expectations for people on other shifts - people who might not be as young or able-bodied. Shoutout to my grocery store workers who put the unsalable but edible vegetables in a part of the back room not covered by cameras, those kept me alive. Shoutout to my coworkers in the deli who gave away as many “samples” as they could get away with, who labeled fried chicken buckets wrong, so people could pay for some hot food with food stamps. Shout out to that look that passed between us when we caught each other eating in the back room, and how we were suddenly friendly afterwards, cos we were both complicit. Shout out to the people who arranged for the used grease to be turned into fuel, the day old bakery and sell-by date meat to go to a food pantry, all against the rules. Shoutout to my cashiers who looked the other way as people as poor as we were stuffed their jackets full of things they needed.
(the universe runs on people breaking the rules)