Cookie/M&M Enough to Tell You To Go To Hell

kazerad:

Months and months ago, I wrote a post about Tom Siddell - author of Gunnerkrigg Court - and his near-suicide. Among the responses to it was one calling me a shitty person and bad communicator.

"Shitty person" I can understand. I mean, it’s not something I agree with, but it is a vague title…

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

spruce-moose13:

Also M&M.But which kind?

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

Hey, I’m an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

Sprucey, you and I both know quite well how I personally tell how people are safe. Don’t forget that lantern.but as for chocolate candy - as long as I know who’s filled the bowl, I’m good.

I remember Mist, of course I do. But even you reblogged that very educational piece on the state of my being confectionery, or roughly equivalent. So, in the bowl with the rest I go. The others can’t tell like you, after all.I still wonder how some of them knew though.

because I was amused, and was actually guessing which type of m&m was in the picture.It’s a nice talent, but it causes me far too many headaches to keep ‘on’ all the time.though, in some cases, the internet does help. It’s a good buffer, if you use it right.

I hear ya, I imagine it isn’t an easy thing to do in internet or real life.But that wasn’t the educational piece I meant, I was talking about the first go around. Sometimes it claims I take a cookie form. I digress.I had thought I, or my brothers, literally and figuratively, were more human than that. If you remember, at one point I thought I was human enough to tell people to go to certain interesting places. I’ve made revisions as needed, because I’m not fighting it.But if I am that easily reduced, how could the ones who can’t do what you can do tell? They made that decision, unless it was all a sham this entire time, what we had. But how could they, if they cannot in any way trust what comes from the bowl because the differences don’t matter? If it’s that simple?Is it that simple?

Everyone is human, it’s more a matter of who’s humane, and that doesn’t carry any marks of appearance. Non-humane people, of all walks of life, learn to mimic being humane to gain their next target.In this, both the directly affected and the humane people of the same walk of life are victims. The humane are now painted with the same brush, if only because there’s no easy way to tell who’s truly humane.It stinks. I know. And I wish it wasn’t about to bring about the same old harping of deconstructing patriarchy, but it is what it is. As much as I wish it weren’t so, we still have a long ways to go, and the nutjob non-humanes are making it that much worse for us as a people.

Sure, it’s just that it hurts Mist. Everyone is hurting, many much worse than me. But it’s something when the ones you think of as friends pick up the brush, and paint you the same. And there’s no way to take the paint off, you’re not allowed, because they said under no uncertain terms that isn’t allowed. Get in the bowl. I’m not fighting this time.
But I don’t think that’s going to make the pain get better, and I don’t think I’m the only one feeling like this, and I don’t think I can do much against the non-humanes from the bowl. Especially while wearing their candy shell.I just figure more hate makes a wedge between everyone, and that surely won’t help. And much like that post about the toothpaste you can’t put back in after you so easily squeeze it out, it doesn’t go away easily once people say it. Lucky for them, the ones who squeeze the most out of the tube are among the most important “forever follows”.I wonder if people realize M&M’s bleed from the heart too?See? The hard exterior shell melts so easily, especially in the hands of those you trust.

well, much as it sucks, telling people that dumb jokes that make any people less than they are (even “that’s so gay”) aren’t cool - it does help. maybe not noticeably, but by doing that, the non-humanes have to go to other non-humanes to tell their jokes, and that makes it marginally easier to tell people apart.it’s not much, but it’s somewhere to start. We all feel helpless among the assholes of the world, because they just laugh when they’re called out. Especially by their preferred target. I’m less than nothing to those people, not worth any more than a warm place to stick a cock at the very most. In some eyes, better off a corpse. I’m not claiming the whole “I hurt more so stop” thing - hurting doesn’t care how much or how little - it still hurts.sadly, part of this is on the parents. Especially with the long-standing trend of letting male children get away with treating female children like crap. That should stop, but good luck starting that movement.

Ok, I’ll buy that about stopping certain jokes in poor taste. It’s a way to start being able to distinguish the truly evil from the good (which I was in fact told is not important and in fact satanic in the slurred negative way, but I digress). And I surely know, you are in a very difficult position, and you’ve personally made me much more aware of such issues. When such negativity like that pops up, it’s my friends (many of whom are online) that I think of, that put a human face on it, that make me not want to support that negativity. And I agree, it must start slowly, starting with a new generation to teach better.All of which brings me to the questions I’m asking tonight: If those dumb jokes aren’t okay, if calling them out fights against the worst actors, then why was it okay for so, so many people (including ones I truly care about) to make such a joke as reducing me and so many others to candy and cookies, and claim we are categorically indistinguishable from the poison ones? Does that make them feel better? Did they think about how it might make others feel, and did they care (I know the answer to that for some, but I expected that kind of hate from them, it’s the others I’m hurt by)? Do they think it’ll help solve the big problems (because I don’t think so, but they may have mentioned how little they care for the opinion of an M&M/cookie).And did they think of any of their friends when they did it? Does it help to put a “face” to it?And if that’s how they feel, what does that mean they must think/feel about me, now and/or they first met me? Or did they forget about me? Perhaps I’m being selfish, but I feel like it’s an important thing for me to figure out. There’s no way around it being personal, it’s a simple metaphor: I and all the others are in the bowl, together, too alike and too risky to separate, thus we are to be avoided. It’s not as easy as just being able to say “well, friends disagree sometimes, moving on”.Hence why I wanted to begin making sure everyone is clear that I am an M&M (or a cookie).

I personally don’t feel it’s ok. It’s not much different from people generalizing any group in my opinion. It’s why I take people on a case by case basis. But I’m somewhat of a rarity in that. Even when trying to point out that it’s dumb to generalize people, I’ve received hate for it. I can’t tell people that not all allies are bad, because then I must be a cishet in disguise (puh-lease!), I can’t stand up for anyone lest I get shit heaped on me by communities I’m part of.It only contributes to my misanthropy. I hope someday people won’t suck as bad as they do, but I fear it won’t be in my lifetime.

That’s very unfortunate, since I know you are passionate about the plight of many groups, at different times and places. These things start changing very slowly, one bit at a time. For now, I’m just hoping to be clear on this particularly troubling bit from which no good can come.I will still be interested to know what kind of M&M/cookie others besides you think or thought I am/was. Do not be alarmed if the posts exploring my confectionery side continue.

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

spruce-moose13:

Also M&M.

But which kind?

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

Hey, I’m an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

Sprucey, you and I both know quite well how I personally tell how people are safe. Don’t forget that lantern.
but as for chocolate candy - as long as I know who’s filled the bowl, I’m good.

I remember Mist, of course I do. But even you reblogged that very educational piece on the state of my being confectionery, or roughly equivalent. So, in the bowl with the rest I go. The others can’t tell like you, after all.

I still wonder how some of them knew though.

because I was amused, and was actually guessing which type of m&m was in the picture.
It’s a nice talent, but it causes me far too many headaches to keep ‘on’ all the time.

though, in some cases, the internet does help. It’s a good buffer, if you use it right.

I hear ya, I imagine it isn’t an easy thing to do in internet or real life.

But that wasn’t the educational piece I meant, I was talking about the first go around. Sometimes it claims I take a cookie form. I digress.

I had thought I, or my brothers, literally and figuratively, were more human than that. If you remember, at one point I thought I was human enough to tell people to go to certain interesting places. I’ve made revisions as needed, because I’m not fighting it.

But if I am that easily reduced, how could the ones who can’t do what you can do tell? They made that decision, unless it was all a sham this entire time, what we had. But how could they, if they cannot in any way trust what comes from the bowl because the differences don’t matter? If it’s that simple?

Is it that simple?

Everyone is human, it’s more a matter of who’s humane, and that doesn’t carry any marks of appearance. Non-humane people, of all walks of life, learn to mimic being humane to gain their next target.

In this, both the directly affected and the humane people of the same walk of life are victims. The humane are now painted with the same brush, if only because there’s no easy way to tell who’s truly humane.
It stinks. I know. And I wish it wasn’t about to bring about the same old harping of deconstructing patriarchy, but it is what it is. As much as I wish it weren’t so, we still have a long ways to go, and the nutjob non-humanes are making it that much worse for us as a people.

Sure, it’s just that it hurts Mist. Everyone is hurting, many much worse than me. But it’s something when the ones you think of as friends pick up the brush, and paint you the same. And there’s no way to take the paint off, you’re not allowed, because they said under no uncertain terms that isn’t allowed. Get in the bowl. I’m not fighting this time.

But I don’t think that’s going to make the pain get better, and I don’t think I’m the only one feeling like this, and I don’t think I can do much against the non-humanes from the bowl. Especially while wearing their candy shell.

I just figure more hate makes a wedge between everyone, and that surely won’t help. And much like that post about the toothpaste you can’t put back in after you so easily squeeze it out, it doesn’t go away easily once people say it. Lucky for them, the ones who squeeze the most out of the tube are among the most important “forever follows”.

I wonder if people realize M&M’s bleed from the heart too?



See? The hard exterior shell melts so easily, especially in the hands of those you trust.

well, much as it sucks, telling people that dumb jokes that make any people less than they are (even “that’s so gay”) aren’t cool - it does help. maybe not noticeably, but by doing that, the non-humanes have to go to other non-humanes to tell their jokes, and that makes it marginally easier to tell people apart.

it’s not much, but it’s somewhere to start. We all feel helpless among the assholes of the world, because they just laugh when they’re called out. Especially by their preferred target. I’m less than nothing to those people, not worth any more than a warm place to stick a cock at the very most. In some eyes, better off a corpse. I’m not claiming the whole “I hurt more so stop” thing - hurting doesn’t care how much or how little - it still hurts.

sadly, part of this is on the parents. Especially with the long-standing trend of letting male children get away with treating female children like crap. That should stop, but good luck starting that movement.

Ok, I’ll buy that about stopping certain jokes in poor taste. It’s a way to start being able to distinguish the truly evil from the good (which I was in fact told is not important and in fact satanic in the slurred negative way, but I digress). And I surely know, you are in a very difficult position, and you’ve personally made me much more aware of such issues. When such negativity like that pops up, it’s my friends (many of whom are online) that I think of, that put a human face on it, that make me not want to support that negativity. And I agree, it must start slowly, starting with a new generation to teach better.

All of which brings me to the questions I’m asking tonight: 

If those dumb jokes aren’t okay, if calling them out fights against the worst actors, then why was it okay for so, so many people (including ones I truly care about) to make such a joke as reducing me and so many others to candy and cookies, and claim we are categorically indistinguishable from the poison ones? Does that make them feel better? Did they think about how it might make others feel, and did they care (I know the answer to that for some, but I expected that kind of hate from them, it’s the others I’m hurt by)? Do they think it’ll help solve the big problems (because I don’t think so, but they may have mentioned how little they care for the opinion of an M&M/cookie).

And did they think of any of their friends when they did it? Does it help to put a “face” to it?

And if that’s how they feel, what does that mean they must think/feel about me, now and/or they first met me? Or did they forget about me? Perhaps I’m being selfish, but I feel like it’s an important thing for me to figure out. There’s no way around it being personal, it’s a simple metaphor: I and all the others are in the bowl, together, too alike and too risky to separate, thus we are to be avoided. It’s not as easy as just being able to say “well, friends disagree sometimes, moving on”.

Hence why I wanted to begin making sure everyone is clear that I am an M&M (or a cookie).

I personally don’t feel it’s ok. It’s not much different from people generalizing any group in my opinion. It’s why I take people on a case by case basis. But I’m somewhat of a rarity in that. Even when trying to point out that it’s dumb to generalize people, I’ve received hate for it. I can’t tell people that not all allies are bad, because then I must be a cishet in disguise (puh-lease!), I can’t stand up for anyone lest I get shit heaped on me by communities I’m part of.

It only contributes to my misanthropy. I hope someday people won’t suck as bad as they do, but I fear it won’t be in my lifetime.

That’s very unfortunate, since I know you are passionate about the plight of many groups, at different times and places. These things start changing very slowly, one bit at a time. For now, I’m just hoping to be clear on this particularly troubling bit from which no good can come.

I will still be interested to know what kind of M&M/cookie others besides you think or thought I am/was. Do not be alarmed if the posts exploring my confectionery side continue.

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

spruce-moose13:

Also M&M.But which kind?

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

Hey, I’m an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

Sprucey, you and I both know quite well how I personally tell how people are safe. Don’t forget that lantern.but as for chocolate candy - as long as I know who’s filled the bowl, I’m good.

I remember Mist, of course I do. But even you reblogged that very educational piece on the state of my being confectionery, or roughly equivalent. So, in the bowl with the rest I go. The others can’t tell like you, after all.I still wonder how some of them knew though.

because I was amused, and was actually guessing which type of m&m was in the picture.It’s a nice talent, but it causes me far too many headaches to keep ‘on’ all the time.though, in some cases, the internet does help. It’s a good buffer, if you use it right.

I hear ya, I imagine it isn’t an easy thing to do in internet or real life.But that wasn’t the educational piece I meant, I was talking about the first go around. Sometimes it claims I take a cookie form. I digress.I had thought I, or my brothers, literally and figuratively, were more human than that. If you remember, at one point I thought I was human enough to tell people to go to certain interesting places. I’ve made revisions as needed, because I’m not fighting it.But if I am that easily reduced, how could the ones who can’t do what you can do tell? They made that decision, unless it was all a sham this entire time, what we had. But how could they, if they cannot in any way trust what comes from the bowl because the differences don’t matter? If it’s that simple?Is it that simple?

Everyone is human, it’s more a matter of who’s humane, and that doesn’t carry any marks of appearance. Non-humane people, of all walks of life, learn to mimic being humane to gain their next target.In this, both the directly affected and the humane people of the same walk of life are victims. The humane are now painted with the same brush, if only because there’s no easy way to tell who’s truly humane.It stinks. I know. And I wish it wasn’t about to bring about the same old harping of deconstructing patriarchy, but it is what it is. As much as I wish it weren’t so, we still have a long ways to go, and the nutjob non-humanes are making it that much worse for us as a people.

Sure, it’s just that it hurts Mist. Everyone is hurting, many much worse than me. But it’s something when the ones you think of as friends pick up the brush, and paint you the same. And there’s no way to take the paint off, you’re not allowed, because they said under no uncertain terms that isn’t allowed. Get in the bowl. I’m not fighting this time.
But I don’t think that’s going to make the pain get better, and I don’t think I’m the only one feeling like this, and I don’t think I can do much against the non-humanes from the bowl. Especially while wearing their candy shell.I just figure more hate makes a wedge between everyone, and that surely won’t help. And much like that post about the toothpaste you can’t put back in after you so easily squeeze it out, it doesn’t go away easily once people say it. Lucky for them, the ones who squeeze the most out of the tube are among the most important “forever follows”.I wonder if people realize M&M’s bleed from the heart too?See? The hard exterior shell melts so easily, especially in the hands of those you trust.

well, much as it sucks, telling people that dumb jokes that make any people less than they are (even “that’s so gay”) aren’t cool - it does help. maybe not noticeably, but by doing that, the non-humanes have to go to other non-humanes to tell their jokes, and that makes it marginally easier to tell people apart.it’s not much, but it’s somewhere to start. We all feel helpless among the assholes of the world, because they just laugh when they’re called out. Especially by their preferred target. I’m less than nothing to those people, not worth any more than a warm place to stick a cock at the very most. In some eyes, better off a corpse. I’m not claiming the whole “I hurt more so stop” thing - hurting doesn’t care how much or how little - it still hurts.sadly, part of this is on the parents. Especially with the long-standing trend of letting male children get away with treating female children like crap. That should stop, but good luck starting that movement.

Ok, I’ll buy that about stopping certain jokes in poor taste. It’s a way to start being able to distinguish the truly evil from the good (which I was in fact told is not important and in fact satanic in the slurred negative way, but I digress). And I surely know, you are in a very difficult position, and you’ve personally made me much more aware of such issues. When such negativity like that pops up, it’s my friends (many of whom are online) that I think of, that put a human face on it, that make me not want to support that negativity. And I agree, it must start slowly, starting with a new generation to teach better.All of which brings me to the questions I’m asking tonight: If those dumb jokes aren’t okay, if calling them out fights against the worst actors, then why was it okay for so, so many people (including ones I truly care about) to make such a joke as reducing me and so many others to candy and cookies, and claim we are categorically indistinguishable from the poison ones? Does that make them feel better? Did they think about how it might make others feel, and did they care (I know the answer to that for some, but I expected that kind of hate from them, it’s the others I’m hurt by)? Do they think it’ll help solve the big problems (because I don’t think so, but they may have mentioned how little they care for the opinion of an M&M/cookie).And did they think of any of their friends when they did it? Does it help to put a “face” to it?And if that’s how they feel, what does that mean they must think/feel about me, now and/or they first met me? Or did they forget about me? Perhaps I’m being selfish, but I feel like it’s an important thing for me to figure out. There’s no way around it being personal, it’s a simple metaphor: I and all the others are in the bowl, together, too alike and too risky to separate, thus we are to be avoided. It’s not as easy as just being able to say “well, friends disagree sometimes, moving on”.Hence why I wanted to begin making sure everyone is clear that I am an M&M (or a cookie).

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

spruce-moose13:

Also M&M.

But which kind?

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

Hey, I’m an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

Sprucey, you and I both know quite well how I personally tell how people are safe. Don’t forget that lantern.
but as for chocolate candy - as long as I know who’s filled the bowl, I’m good.

I remember Mist, of course I do. But even you reblogged that very educational piece on the state of my being confectionery, or roughly equivalent. So, in the bowl with the rest I go. The others can’t tell like you, after all.

I still wonder how some of them knew though.

because I was amused, and was actually guessing which type of m&m was in the picture.
It’s a nice talent, but it causes me far too many headaches to keep ‘on’ all the time.

though, in some cases, the internet does help. It’s a good buffer, if you use it right.

I hear ya, I imagine it isn’t an easy thing to do in internet or real life.

But that wasn’t the educational piece I meant, I was talking about the first go around. Sometimes it claims I take a cookie form. I digress.

I had thought I, or my brothers, literally and figuratively, were more human than that. If you remember, at one point I thought I was human enough to tell people to go to certain interesting places. I’ve made revisions as needed, because I’m not fighting it.

But if I am that easily reduced, how could the ones who can’t do what you can do tell? They made that decision, unless it was all a sham this entire time, what we had. But how could they, if they cannot in any way trust what comes from the bowl because the differences don’t matter? If it’s that simple?

Is it that simple?

Everyone is human, it’s more a matter of who’s humane, and that doesn’t carry any marks of appearance. Non-humane people, of all walks of life, learn to mimic being humane to gain their next target.

In this, both the directly affected and the humane people of the same walk of life are victims. The humane are now painted with the same brush, if only because there’s no easy way to tell who’s truly humane.
It stinks. I know. And I wish it wasn’t about to bring about the same old harping of deconstructing patriarchy, but it is what it is. As much as I wish it weren’t so, we still have a long ways to go, and the nutjob non-humanes are making it that much worse for us as a people.

Sure, it’s just that it hurts Mist. Everyone is hurting, many much worse than me. But it’s something when the ones you think of as friends pick up the brush, and paint you the same. And there’s no way to take the paint off, you’re not allowed, because they said under no uncertain terms that isn’t allowed. Get in the bowl. I’m not fighting this time.

But I don’t think that’s going to make the pain get better, and I don’t think I’m the only one feeling like this, and I don’t think I can do much against the non-humanes from the bowl. Especially while wearing their candy shell.

I just figure more hate makes a wedge between everyone, and that surely won’t help. And much like that post about the toothpaste you can’t put back in after you so easily squeeze it out, it doesn’t go away easily once people say it. Lucky for them, the ones who squeeze the most out of the tube are among the most important “forever follows”.

I wonder if people realize M&M’s bleed from the heart too?



See? The hard exterior shell melts so easily, especially in the hands of those you trust.

well, much as it sucks, telling people that dumb jokes that make any people less than they are (even “that’s so gay”) aren’t cool - it does help. maybe not noticeably, but by doing that, the non-humanes have to go to other non-humanes to tell their jokes, and that makes it marginally easier to tell people apart.

it’s not much, but it’s somewhere to start. We all feel helpless among the assholes of the world, because they just laugh when they’re called out. Especially by their preferred target. I’m less than nothing to those people, not worth any more than a warm place to stick a cock at the very most. In some eyes, better off a corpse. I’m not claiming the whole “I hurt more so stop” thing - hurting doesn’t care how much or how little - it still hurts.

sadly, part of this is on the parents. Especially with the long-standing trend of letting male children get away with treating female children like crap. That should stop, but good luck starting that movement.

Ok, I’ll buy that about stopping certain jokes in poor taste. It’s a way to start being able to distinguish the truly evil from the good (which I was in fact told is not important and in fact satanic in the slurred negative way, but I digress). And I surely know, you are in a very difficult position, and you’ve personally made me much more aware of such issues. When such negativity like that pops up, it’s my friends (many of whom are online) that I think of, that put a human face on it, that make me not want to support that negativity. And I agree, it must start slowly, starting with a new generation to teach better.

All of which brings me to the questions I’m asking tonight: 

If those dumb jokes aren’t okay, if calling them out fights against the worst actors, then why was it okay for so, so many people (including ones I truly care about) to make such a joke as reducing me and so many others to candy and cookies, and claim we are categorically indistinguishable from the poison ones? Does that make them feel better? Did they think about how it might make others feel, and did they care (I know the answer to that for some, but I expected that kind of hate from them, it’s the others I’m hurt by)? Do they think it’ll help solve the big problems (because I don’t think so, but they may have mentioned how little they care for the opinion of an M&M/cookie).

And did they think of any of their friends when they did it? Does it help to put a “face” to it?

And if that’s how they feel, what does that mean they must think/feel about me, now and/or they first met me? Or did they forget about me? Perhaps I’m being selfish, but I feel like it’s an important thing for me to figure out. There’s no way around it being personal, it’s a simple metaphor: I and all the others are in the bowl, together, too alike and too risky to separate, thus we are to be avoided. It’s not as easy as just being able to say “well, friends disagree sometimes, moving on”.

Hence why I wanted to begin making sure everyone is clear that I am an M&M (or a cookie).

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

spruce-moose13:

Also M&M.But which kind?

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

Hey, I’m an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

Sprucey, you and I both know quite well how I personally tell how people are safe. Don’t forget that lantern.but as for chocolate candy - as long as I know who’s filled the bowl, I’m good.

I remember Mist, of course I do. But even you reblogged that very educational piece on the state of my being confectionery, or roughly equivalent. So, in the bowl with the rest I go. The others can’t tell like you, after all.I still wonder how some of them knew though.

because I was amused, and was actually guessing which type of m&m was in the picture.It’s a nice talent, but it causes me far too many headaches to keep ‘on’ all the time.though, in some cases, the internet does help. It’s a good buffer, if you use it right.

I hear ya, I imagine it isn’t an easy thing to do in internet or real life.But that wasn’t the educational piece I meant, I was talking about the first go around. Sometimes it claims I take a cookie form. I digress.I had thought I, or my brothers, literally and figuratively, were more human than that. If you remember, at one point I thought I was human enough to tell people to go to certain interesting places. I’ve made revisions as needed, because I’m not fighting it.But if I am that easily reduced, how could the ones who can’t do what you can do tell? They made that decision, unless it was all a sham this entire time, what we had. But how could they, if they cannot in any way trust what comes from the bowl because the differences don’t matter? If it’s that simple?Is it that simple?

Everyone is human, it’s more a matter of who’s humane, and that doesn’t carry any marks of appearance. Non-humane people, of all walks of life, learn to mimic being humane to gain their next target.In this, both the directly affected and the humane people of the same walk of life are victims. The humane are now painted with the same brush, if only because there’s no easy way to tell who’s truly humane.It stinks. I know. And I wish it wasn’t about to bring about the same old harping of deconstructing patriarchy, but it is what it is. As much as I wish it weren’t so, we still have a long ways to go, and the nutjob non-humanes are making it that much worse for us as a people.

Sure, it’s just that it hurts Mist. Everyone is hurting, many much worse than me. But it’s something when the ones you think of as friends pick up the brush, and paint you the same. And there’s no way to take the paint off, you’re not allowed, because they said under no uncertain terms that isn’t allowed. Get in the bowl. I’m not fighting this time.
But I don’t think that’s going to make the pain get better, and I don’t think I’m the only one feeling like this, and I don’t think I can do much against the non-humanes from the bowl. Especially while wearing their candy shell.I just figure more hate makes a wedge between everyone, and that surely won’t help. And much like that post about the toothpaste you can’t put back in after you so easily squeeze it out, it doesn’t go away easily once people say it. Lucky for them, the ones who squeeze the most out of the tube are among the most important “forever follows”.I wonder if people realize M&M’s bleed from the heart too?See? The hard exterior shell melts so easily, especially in the hands of those you trust.

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

spruce-moose13:

Also M&M.

But which kind?

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

Hey, I’m an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

Sprucey, you and I both know quite well how I personally tell how people are safe. Don’t forget that lantern.
but as for chocolate candy - as long as I know who’s filled the bowl, I’m good.

I remember Mist, of course I do. But even you reblogged that very educational piece on the state of my being confectionery, or roughly equivalent. So, in the bowl with the rest I go. The others can’t tell like you, after all.

I still wonder how some of them knew though.

because I was amused, and was actually guessing which type of m&m was in the picture.
It’s a nice talent, but it causes me far too many headaches to keep ‘on’ all the time.

though, in some cases, the internet does help. It’s a good buffer, if you use it right.

I hear ya, I imagine it isn’t an easy thing to do in internet or real life.

But that wasn’t the educational piece I meant, I was talking about the first go around. Sometimes it claims I take a cookie form. I digress.

I had thought I, or my brothers, literally and figuratively, were more human than that. If you remember, at one point I thought I was human enough to tell people to go to certain interesting places. I’ve made revisions as needed, because I’m not fighting it.

But if I am that easily reduced, how could the ones who can’t do what you can do tell? They made that decision, unless it was all a sham this entire time, what we had. But how could they, if they cannot in any way trust what comes from the bowl because the differences don’t matter? If it’s that simple?

Is it that simple?

Everyone is human, it’s more a matter of who’s humane, and that doesn’t carry any marks of appearance. Non-humane people, of all walks of life, learn to mimic being humane to gain their next target.

In this, both the directly affected and the humane people of the same walk of life are victims. The humane are now painted with the same brush, if only because there’s no easy way to tell who’s truly humane.
It stinks. I know. And I wish it wasn’t about to bring about the same old harping of deconstructing patriarchy, but it is what it is. As much as I wish it weren’t so, we still have a long ways to go, and the nutjob non-humanes are making it that much worse for us as a people.

Sure, it’s just that it hurts Mist. Everyone is hurting, many much worse than me. But it’s something when the ones you think of as friends pick up the brush, and paint you the same. And there’s no way to take the paint off, you’re not allowed, because they said under no uncertain terms that isn’t allowed. Get in the bowl. I’m not fighting this time.

But I don’t think that’s going to make the pain get better, and I don’t think I’m the only one feeling like this, and I don’t think I can do much against the non-humanes from the bowl. Especially while wearing their candy shell.

I just figure more hate makes a wedge between everyone, and that surely won’t help. And much like that post about the toothpaste you can’t put back in after you so easily squeeze it out, it doesn’t go away easily once people say it. Lucky for them, the ones who squeeze the most out of the tube are among the most important “forever follows”.

I wonder if people realize M&M’s bleed from the heart too?



See? The hard exterior shell melts so easily, especially in the hands of those you trust.

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

spruce-moose13:

Also M&M.But which kind?

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

Hey, I’m an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

Sprucey, you and I both know quite well how I personally tell how people are safe. Don’t forget that lantern.but as for chocolate candy - as long as I know who’s filled the bowl, I’m good.

I remember Mist, of course I do. But even you reblogged that very educational piece on the state of my being confectionery, or roughly equivalent. So, in the bowl with the rest I go. The others can’t tell like you, after all.I still wonder how some of them knew though.

because I was amused, and was actually guessing which type of m&m was in the picture.It’s a nice talent, but it causes me far too many headaches to keep ‘on’ all the time.though, in some cases, the internet does help. It’s a good buffer, if you use it right.

I hear ya, I imagine it isn’t an easy thing to do in internet or real life.But that wasn’t the educational piece I meant, I was talking about the first go around. Sometimes it claims I take a cookie form. I digress.I had thought I, or my brothers, literally and figuratively, were more human than that. If you remember, at one point I thought I was human enough to tell people to go to certain interesting places. I’ve made revisions as needed, because I’m not fighting it.But if I am that easily reduced, how could the ones who can’t do what you can do tell? They made that decision, unless it was all a sham this entire time, what we had. But how could they, if they cannot in any way trust what comes from the bowl because the differences don’t matter? If it’s that simple?Is it that simple?

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

spruce-moose13:

Also M&M.

But which kind?

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

Hey, I’m an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

Sprucey, you and I both know quite well how I personally tell how people are safe. Don’t forget that lantern.
but as for chocolate candy - as long as I know who’s filled the bowl, I’m good.

I remember Mist, of course I do. But even you reblogged that very educational piece on the state of my being confectionery, or roughly equivalent. So, in the bowl with the rest I go. The others can’t tell like you, after all.

I still wonder how some of them knew though.

because I was amused, and was actually guessing which type of m&m was in the picture.
It’s a nice talent, but it causes me far too many headaches to keep ‘on’ all the time.

though, in some cases, the internet does help. It’s a good buffer, if you use it right.

I hear ya, I imagine it isn’t an easy thing to do in internet or real life.

But that wasn’t the educational piece I meant, I was talking about the first go around. Sometimes it claims I take a cookie form. I digress.

I had thought I, or my brothers, literally and figuratively, were more human than that. If you remember, at one point I thought I was human enough to tell people to go to certain interesting places. I’ve made revisions as needed, because I’m not fighting it.

But if I am that easily reduced, how could the ones who can’t do what you can do tell? They made that decision, unless it was all a sham this entire time, what we had. But how could they, if they cannot in any way trust what comes from the bowl because the differences don’t matter? If it’s that simple?

Is it that simple?

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

spruce-moose13:

Also M&M.But which kind?

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

Hey, I’m an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

Sprucey, you and I both know quite well how I personally tell how people are safe. Don’t forget that lantern.but as for chocolate candy - as long as I know who’s filled the bowl, I’m good.

I remember Mist, of course I do. But even you reblogged that very educational piece on the state of my being confectionery, or roughly equivalent. So, in the bowl with the rest I go. The others can’t tell like you, after all.I still wonder how some of them knew though.

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

spruce-moose13:

Also M&M.

But which kind?

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

Hey, I’m an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

Sprucey, you and I both know quite well how I personally tell how people are safe. Don’t forget that lantern.
but as for chocolate candy - as long as I know who’s filled the bowl, I’m good.

I remember Mist, of course I do. But even you reblogged that very educational piece on the state of my being confectionery, or roughly equivalent. So, in the bowl with the rest I go. The others can’t tell like you, after all.

I still wonder how some of them knew though.

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

spruce-moose13:

Also M&M.But which kind?

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

Hey, I’m an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

deniedmysign:

spruce-moose13:

spruce-moose13:

Also M&M.

But which kind?

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

as in regards to the whole ‘wary of dudes’ thing, or just in general?

Hey, I’m an M&M, you do the higher level thinking here.

spruce-moose13:

Also M&M.But which kind?

Okay.



But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

spruce-moose13:

Also M&M.

But which kind?

Okay.

But when you picked me out of the bowl, how did you know I was safe?

Also M&M.But which kind?

Also M&M.

But which kind?

But which kind am I?

But which kind am I?