a kid from my high is fucking trending on facebook because of a stupid petition to get a senior photo of him holding a cat into the yearbook…
My principal decided to join him in a photo.
The new photograph will go in the yearbook as a way to raise awareness for American Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals (ASPCA) and rescue animals like Mr. Bugglesworth and Vivienne.
hi so i’m going to bitch about guardians of the galaxy and i’m going to do it my way. there’s no denying that gunn took what was objectively a phenomenal script and bogged it with his sexist bullshit. we know. not surprising it all made the cut, considering marvel is run by a white dude whose excuse for the lack of diversity in each franchise consists of ‘we just don’t know’ and ‘black widow was in that one scene so why give her her own film’. sexism is everywhere. women live with it every day. guardians of the galaxy was the proof in droves that a wonderful film can alienate still an entire gender.
i’m not here to discuss that. there are people who have done it better than me and will continue to do it better than me. my modus operandi is the despicable levels of ableism utilized as a quickie gag to make the audience laugh.
before i get into the nasty deets, i’m going to tell you a little about me. i’m twenty years old and have lived with a disability for a decade and a half. when i was little, my eye was injured in a freak accident, i lost all vision and pigment, got a nasty bout of glaucoma that caused it to swell, and was constantly made fun of by my peers for looking different. it was a traumatic three years buildup leading to the eventual removal of said eye which, in itself, was enough to give me crippling anxiety and ptsd that i still struggle with to this day. i’m lucky enough to have a disability that, for the most part, is invisible to everyone except those i deign to tell.
i went into guardians of the galaxy thinking it was going to be the marvel movie i’ve always waited for. i’ve followed the team since i first got into comics, and the dysfunctional rogue dynamic coupled with a space opera and edgily funny undertones were both nostalgic and fresh for someone whose first wobbly steps into science fiction were the original star wars films.
what i wasn’t expecting was to see my faves debase throwaway characters with prosthetics just because it would be ‘funny’ to see them try to function without them. i took the first rib in stride, sinking into my seat as the entire theater—the people i had gone with included—broke into laughter when rocket delegated peter to steal a man’s prosthetic limb, only to say ‘MAN I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT’ and ask what the disabled guy’s face was like.
it was when rocket jibed at the alien with a false eye that i had to leave the theater for fear that i’d have a full-blown anxiety attack with everyone surrounding me. i consider myself a relatively casual person that rarely cares what people think, because in my experience what people assume on the surface never truly fits the reality of someone’s situation.
i went to the ladies’ room, i calmed myself down. i told myself that it was just a joke, that no one knew what was wrong with me. they were laughing at the movie, not me. the vice grip in my chest loosened, i downed water and bought chocolate and went back into the theater and enjoyed the rest of the film.
it was only until i got back home that i realized it was more than a joke—it was a sleight against my character, an insult to my struggles, and dredged up a wealth of bad past experiences i thought i had become hardened to as i grew into adulthood.
it was a scene that happened in the space of seconds, and for me that was enough.
the media perpetuation of people with physical disabilities is, for the most part, abysmal. we are considered lesser beings for having gone through traumas that physically alter us. our physical scars are the only things society sees, ignoring the strength of our characters and, for people like me who were affected as children, the eons of growing and self-awareness we’re forced to achieve in pinpricks of time in order to survive a world that doesn’t understand us.
for me, the marvel films were a place of safety. characters like tony stark, captain america and bucky barnes struggled with ptsd realistically and made me feel like i wasn’t alone, that i was relevant, and that i could overcome with time.
guardians of the galaxy breached that safe place and made me feel what i had felt as a lonely child with no one to talk to about my experiences, decades after i thought i had come to terms with my disability. james gunn produced a film that was structurally and cinematically wonderful. he also created an unsafe environment for disabled people and perpetuated the age-old stigma that we’re subhuman, and irrelevant enough to be a joke and no more.
and that needs to be discussed.
i fell into the fishblr fandom basically by accident and really, as long as you’re doing your best to give your pets a good life, everyone is really friendly and helpful and i love that
a genderqueer superhero who wears a binder and hides their face so everyone assumes they’re male but then they have c cups and never bind as a civilian so their secret identity is safe
I forgot about chest binders for a moment and thought they strapped a two inch binder to their face.
that is exactly what they do
i googled basically “why isnt there something like grindr but for ladies” and the answer was “there have been but they all fail because men kept infiltrating them and being disgusting and predatory” amazing why didnt i figure that out on my own