idk i just think it’s bad to force people to see slurs they don’t want to see or to bully them for not liking being called slurs or to come after people who are trying to protect others from seeing/being called slurs they don’t want to be called. maybe it’s just me but behaving exactly like the bigots you’re reclaiming these slurs from doesn’t seem like the move
also the thing i really don’t get about being mad that someone tagged a slur as a slur, is that it’s not even a judgement of any kind it’s just a statement of fact. “this word, which is a slur, appears in this post”. they’re not saying you can’t use it or can’t call yourself that or that it’s bad, they’re just saying it’s in there so people can avoid looking if they want. like are you mad that you saw the tag and got reminded that it’s a slur?? because that’s just getting mad at the fact it’s a slur, which is something you should be actively aware of as it’s the whole point of reclaiming it in the first place. like it’s either that or you’re just mad not every lgbt person has the same feelings as you, in which case you need to grow up lmao
“EVERY year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade away without anyone’s noticing. One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it’s pitch-black. A great warm, dark silence surrounds the house. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive. It has come to a standstill; nothing withers, and fall is not ready to begin. There are no stars yet, just darkness. The can of kerosene is brought up from the cellar and left in the hall, and the flashlight is hung up on its peg beside the door.”
— Tove Jansson, The Summer Book, tr. by Thomas Teal (Sort Of Books, 2003)
earlier today i told an acquaintance in passing that i’ll often be in the middle of a novel and think “man i wish this shit were more ambiguous” and had to reiterate twice that i wasn’t being sarcastic before they believed me, so this post is to say: i love when writers don’t bother to explain everything, i love when stories end uncertain and unsettling, i love being required to think as a reader, i love when stuff makes no damn sense, no i’m not kidding
