I want to talk about David Alleyne for a minute. I want to talk about bisexuality. I want to talk about how I lived 21 fucking years on this planet, 21 years consuming massive amounts of media, movies, tv shows, comics, and I had never until this moment seen a character say “I’m bisexual”. I want to talk about being 13 years old and knowing that gay people existed but thinking I was sick and broken because I couldn’t ‘choose between being gay or straight’.

"It was like realizing something that was always true and I just couldn’t see it until now."

I want to talk about how ashamed I feel for mocking my friend’s bisexuality in high school and forcing them back into the closet, all the while thinking ‘I fixed myself so why can’t you?’, never knowing how much I was hurting myself an others. I want to talk about the bone deep fear I feel around people I don’t know if I can trust. I want to talk about how it is absolutely no different from the fears gay men and lesbian women have. It’s the same racing thoughts, the same paranoid worries, is this person safe? Can I trust them? Can they tell? Is there something about me that will tip them off? Did I let something slip that I shouldn’t have? 

I want to talk about how hard I cried after reading this issue of Young Avengers. Because I’d never seen anyone, fictional or real, be allowed to identify themselves as bisexual without question or ridicule from their peers. No doubt, I’ve seen characters that are attracted to multiple different genders, but they are never ever allowed the agency to tell the world who they are on their own terms. It’s always other people who get to decide what they are. They’re too gay for one partner, or too straight for another, but they are never proudly, defiantly, lovingly allowed to be bisexual. David is a revolutionary character, for so many reasons, and I can’t speak to what he means as a bisexual man of color, but I want to talk about how David Alleyne changed my life.

Reblogged from ladyzolstice

A giveaway look!


Since there’s 360 of you somehow still in for the eventual art and millions of guinea pigs. Here’s a thing. 

The winner will get a coloured sketch similar to this one. To be counted in this here thing you must.

  • Be following my blog, this is for my followers.
  • Reblog this thing (and like it for a 2nd chance)
  • Idk chill until the end of the month.
  • Reblog as much as you want.
  • Like guinea pigs. 

The winner will be selected via random.org sometime during Halloween (Oct 31st).

Gone But Not Forgotten

And so concludes this little tumblr memorial in honor of Jane (nahlith).

Jane was one of the few people I trusted enough to go to when things got really dark. Jane was funny, smart, understanding, kind, and beautiful (though she may not have thought so, I know she was inside and out).

I am so sad, my heart filled with a constant dull ache, by her untimely and awful passing.

But the point of reblogging the things she had posted here was not to feel bad, no, it was to remember the good things. The art we shared, the stories we wrote together, the laughs we had, the times when we lifted each other up. Those are the times I will always remember and that I will always cherish.

I’m not much for prayer, Heaven or Hell anymore but Jane, my dear friend, wherever you may be now, I hope you are at peace. I know you will be with us in spirit, in our hearts, and in the stories and memories we carry on with us always.

Love, Nikki