It took me too long to realize that not all the world is my enemy
[ID: A comic done mostly in black and white. A hound with a broken chain around its neck flees a cage and runs into two reaching hands. The hound bites one hand, drawing blood. Narration says, "When I fled my cage / I bit the hands that took me in / Because the only hand I'd ever known / was a bad one."
The hands, now with fresh bite marks, still reach out gently to the hound. ""We're not him." they said / and I knew what they meant / but I didn't understand."
Floating in white space: "Now I understand / but the damage is done."
A person enters a door, rolling a suitcase, saying "Hi" to two people on a couch, who look up from their newspapers and phones to say "Hey" and "Hi" back. The shadow of the person who entered the room stretches out before them-- a hound's, not a person's. Narration: "I'm so sorry / I couldn't help it / I couldn't help myself."
We see the hands of the people on the couch. Both have faded bite marks on them. "I was so blind, I forgot / that not all hands are made of iron." End ID]
(ID by @princess-of-purple-prose)
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Self-Violation
Oh your eyes may deceive you, but your hands? My, how they mock you. They twist and turn, gathering the attention of everyone around like a jester in court, laughing at its king. ‘Hear ye, hear ye, a puppet am I? Yet no puppet rivals its master, the fool!’ What good is a man whose eyes lie, whose hands point and pull at, whose heart does not compare to his self-conceited brain. So what. what then? They pull. The hands pull, and stretch, and reach for the chasms no one dares to touch. You plead and shout, but they don’t listen. You are a weak master, a weak soul. They will pull, and tear, and break, until they reach bone. Once they do, will they find a true face? Will your heart rebirth from the trails they left, growing twice in size? And if not, will the hands of those who loved you be there to pick up for your selfish cowardice?
Push forward. Pulled back.
Pull.
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When I talk about how I don't like sex, it's so people like me can feel "more normal" and not so "broken". Not so everyone else can feel "less normal".
Can't believe we still have to say stuff like that all the time in any context of advocacy but this isn't about making things worse for you. It's about making stuff a little bit better for everyone so everyone can be seen. Not even necessarily understood. Just seen.
(PS: I don't wanna put a disclaimer on literally all of my posts to say I mean no ill to allo people. That should be implied. With that said, to all the allo people who DON'T react like that: thank you. Y'all give me hope.)
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