I had a hard time understanding grey-ace sexuality until him.

I am very much in love with him. But his sexual advances disgust and frighten me. I love doing romantic things with him - holding his hand, lying down next to him as he pets my hair, telling each other how much we like each other.

Thinking about doing anything more than that is totally fucking terrifying. But I’m afraid that he’ll leave if I tell him that I never, ever ever want to have sex with him.

On a light note: his new book is coming out and Enrico Casasrosa, Claire Keane, and Pascal Campion really dig his work. I’m so happy for him.

Loving this man is fucking exhausting.

Anonymous said: do you think it's weird to be so into a culture that isn't your own? have any of you experienced that?

thisisnotjapan:

There are many reasons someone can be “so into” another culture.

  • You family has migrated and it’s a matter of economic survival, perhaps even life and death.
  • You need to understand the culture intimately and follow all its rules in order to fully access benefits like jobs, education, and protection from harm.
  • You want to learn more about a group of other people, but you consider them as equally worthy of respect as the people of your own culture, even if you don’t understand them as fully.
  • You consider another group inferior, either consciously or unconsciously, so you feel perfectly free to take whatever you want from them, adopt their identities at will, define who is a “real” member of the culture or not, become them, and consume them culturally. Your fundamental lack of respect is often papered over by a hyperbolic, fetishistic worship, which works well as a denial mechanism.

"One of the most sinister things about normalized racism is you don’t have to have bad intentions to be racist, you just have to remain ignorant."

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UGH THAt skinny-ass, six foot tall, glasses-wearing, bearded Russian-Armenian illustrator who sometimes drinks too much, lies to his parents and only got married to his wife so he could get a green card

YOU’RE SUCH A JERK I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHY I LIKE YOU

I’ve been mailing letters to him at his home address for the last year.

Before we parted last, I asked him if I could see where he lived - he said, sure. He took me to a really nice neighborhood that was about a 3 minute walk from where we were kissing in the park. He stopped in front of a pretty green complex and said, “this is it.” When I asked him if I could see inside, he said no its so messy and he wouldn’t be able to control himself if I was alone in such a small space with him (eww).

But anyway, I wanted to draw that place with a reference, so I looked it up on Google Maps for a street view. But what came up when I googled the address was not the street he took me to. Confused, I google mapped the park we were at together instead and clicked until I found the place I remembered. The address of it was on a different street, about a mile away from where he actually lived.

It’s ok if he didn’t want to show me his house, but he didn’t have to mislead me to another location and lie to me.
If our situations were reversed, I of course would have done the same - I’m a young girl. I’d have to be stupid to lead a guy like him to where I live. But geez. I’m like half his size and live 300 miles away from him 11/12 months of the year. I didn’t even touch him without asking him if it was okay with him first. I’m sad that he doesn’t trust me.

The reason why I’m still talking to him is that he said that he and his wife are in an open relationship - that she knows about me and is alright.
But he could be lying about that part too.

He’s not a bad person though. 95% of the time he’s really very sweet and I’m so thankful that I met him and he likes me at all.

He is my favorite living artist, hands-down. I don’t know anyone who draws like him. Seeing his work as a teenager was the reason why I wanted to pursue art at all and I’m so grateful he’s here to help and encourage my development.

I love how accessible he feels even when we can’t always be together. I’m so happy that I can go to Barnes&Nobles and pick up a book that he’s illustrated. I love how his work is all over the New Yorker and the NY Times. I’ve always had a crush on him and I am thankful I have the option to look up his interviews and fall asleep to the sound of his voice.

I’ve been attracted to him for flipping ever, but when we finally met face-to-face this summer I honestly just wanted to keep being friends. I don’t know how to handle romantic relationships, my only ones have been abusive. I only enjoy a romantic relationship with him in my head, being with him in real life is terrifying. It makes my skin crawl so much remembering that after telling him that I had a brief history of unhealthy relationships his response was to kiss me without asking. It creeps me out even further that I had never brought up the topic of sex, but he talked often about how doing it with me would be “wrong” and that he would be “spoiling me.” Thinking about sex is so scary for me, people even touching me makes me cry sometimes I don’t like it.

Man I am like so desperate for friends atm I guess so I started talking to my married, a-decade-my-senior penpal again.

We exchanged numbers when we finally met irl so we’ve been texting back and forth since then. I’ve been trying to talk about my day with him and stuff we’ve been up to lately like…normal friends, but he keeps derailing the conversation to tell me about my “lovely face” and how pretty he thinks I am and whyohwhy couldn’t I have made less creepy friends like every other 20 year old.

I found a 4th grade notebook filled with raps I wrote about recycling and mmkay my creativity definitely peaked at 9.

blessedwithgloriousbutt:

maycontainfeminists:


One of the best examples of artistic integrity on a corporate scale.

wow. 

No matter how many times I see this, I never fail to be impressed by that last sentence.

blessedwithgloriousbutt:

maycontainfeminists:

One of the best examples of artistic integrity on a corporate scale.

wow. 

No matter how many times I see this, I never fail to be impressed by that last sentence.

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