I'm an odd Finnish thing, who seems to turn more queer with age (which is above 40). Demi-bi with subtle hints of gender confusion (she/they, depends on the day, but think of me as a person and it'll be okay), and on the autism spectrum.
My life is a chaos, but what calms me is R&L, #rhink, and art. I write stuff, draw and paint, and sometimes say things I later regret. I have a tendency to disappear without warning, yay, anxiety.
Occasionally #NSFW.
Today, I walked into my kitchen to stir a pot on the stove. As I entered the room, I saw a tiny toy lizard on the floor. Just like the ones I've been casting in resin recently, but smaller. Like, 10 cm from nose to tip of the tail. Did I buy a rubber lizard at some point and forgot about it? It wouldn't be completely unheard of for me to buy rubber lizards. I'm in the market for dinosaurs, too.
I looked at the critter. My brain was having a severe glitch. The lizard looked at me. It was not rubber. Not a toy. I had a live lizard staring at me from my kitchen floor.
At this point, I did what any respectable adult person of a certain age should do. I said: "Dude, you aren't supposed to be here." As I reached for a plastic container in order to take this conversation outside, the little guy ran.
So, it's night time now. There is a live lizard roaming my home as we speak. I'm not afraid of the poor thing, but I fear I'll end-up stomping on it by accident. There was a short moment, when I still thought I had accidentally turned into a fairytale character, and now had the skill to talk to animals, like Snow White, only, instead of birds, I attract small reptiles and spiders. I pictured building a small home for this lizard, and bringing him flies to munch on. Then it hit me, the lizard probably wants outside, like asap. But, currently, it's hiding somewhere in my kitchen, and I'm just really hoping I don't find the dude on my pillow in the morning.
I received the two Mythical pins I ordered in December earlier this week, and today I tried to explain what they were to my occupational therapist. Turns out, there is no way a blood taco sounds in any way either worthy of its own pin, or even remotely like something someone would want to buy, unless you're an afab Mythical beast with a slightly juvenile sense of humour. The second the words "blood taco" came out of my mouth, I knew I had the wrong audience. If you plan on turning someone onto a GMM fan, don't start your presentation with blood taco. Ease them into it with something a bit more palatable, like pet food.
I love the pin, and the sparkly rainbow logo one I now also own. I'm not sure if I should maybe wear them at the same time, though...
So...because Link is Link, he had spare underwear for the haunted houses in the Mythical Society videos, just in case - that almost makes total sense for Link. He was carrying his spare pair as a pocket hanky in such a statement kind of way I'm surprised he was only approached by the monsters while roaming the area, and not by fatherly figures seeking company.
With the amount of queer terminology the guys seem to know, surely he knows about the hanky code? This isn't even the first time he's worn one in his pocket. A Hunter green hanky in the right pocket would be "boy looking for daddy". It helps not one bit that he was very amused by himself when he mentioned daddy doesn't like a bloody glass during the taste testing video. But did he laugh because he knows he's the boy, or because he thought he was the daddy, but had accidentally put the hanky in the wrong pocket?
My new favourite thing is that Link decided the best bit of the new Rhett and Link video to share in his IG story was the one where he's playing footsie with Rhett in a hot tub.
I was selling my jewellery stuff at a fair today, and a returning client told me she wore my rainbow coloured earrings to the local Pride (first ever in my town) this summer. I feel like I've accomplished something significant. At the same time, I feel like a failure, because I didn't have the guts to attend that Pride event, even when I really wanted to.
So, I'm basically ashamed of feeling proud of my earrings having been to the Pride I was too ashamed and afraid to go to.
What even is that? Do pride and shame cancel eachother out? Does that mean I'm nothing? Am I thinking about this now because I had four hours of sleep last night? If a queer person falls down in a forest without anyone seeing it happen, do they make a sound?
tbh shoutout to the over 40s on tumblr, sorry the internet acts like yall belong in the retirement home when ur literally just regular adults with hobbies
Is it just me or has this been the Rhinkiest week ever?
We've had Rhett imagining R&L fondling eachother during their solo trip rendevouz, we've had an actual wedding photoshoot, meeting the parent(s), Rhett calling Link nutty and fruity, and I'm pretty sure his admission of love for blue cheese after hearing it is an acquired taste was in case the crew voted Link to be like blue cheese.
We've had loads of hand holding and touching, and today a complex scheme to get a chance to sleep regularly together in a 69 formation, Link spending half the video making Rhett feel comfortable, because he loves him - and the whole thing ended in Rhett drowning in Link's drool (I'd love to hear a psychoanalysis on what that represents), and finally being calm and satisfied enough to fall asleep.
I'm by no means complaining, but I'm just like, be still my shippy heart, it's been an intense first week of season 24.