Master's Thesis Survey: The Role Of Gender In The Asexual Identity.

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Remaking this post a 4th and (hopefully) final time as I keep losing traction and I need to reach my goal.

I am 19 years old living in an abusive household. I need donations to afford my food and medication as it is the most safe for me to provide for myself.

We are $500/$1000 on GoFundMe, halfway to my goal but I still need your support!

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MY PAYPAL

MY CASHAPP IS $SilasLC

MY VENMO IS @Silas-Cusati

Gail and Holly

Gail: Hey! What are you doing here?

Holly: Oh I just had to drop of a report. It's a murder case from a couple of weeks ago.

Gail: Isn't the courier usually bringing that stuff over?

Holly: Yeah. He was... sick or something. Hey come here.

(They go in a empty room)

Holly: Is it true? I just heard a rumor that there's some freak out there hunting you guys.

Gail: Yeah, Holly I'm not allowed to talk about this.

(Holly looks at her and begs her with her eyes)

Gail: There's an officer that was shot she's in the hospital and a few other officers took fire.

Holly: You mean you. Someone shot at you? Ar... well you're gonna go back out there?

Gail: Yeah Holly I'm a police officer...

Holly: That doesn't mean you have to go out there and put yourself in danger.

Gail: Yeah it kind of does.

Holly: Oh okay well fine (Doesn't seem like anything would be fine). But lis listen that girl last night I barley know her okay it was it was a stupid setup. Well anyway I just I just thought you should know. I don't know why I didn't tell you I mean I mean we tell each other stuff right. This was so great about us hanging out I I guess that's why when I heard what was happening I just thought I should come down here and I don't know. Just make sure you're okay or something.

Gail: (stops her from talking by pulling her fast closer and kiss her)

Gail: I'm sorry you you just had to stop talking

Holly: I say an other word. (whispers)

Gail: (Is slowly kissing her again)

(Gail comes out of the room)

Oliver: Hey gonna roll out here in about ten minutes so you cool with that?

Gail: Yeah. Sure.

Oliver: Okay

(Holly comes out of the same room he sees her)

?: Hey.

Holly: Hi.

Oliver: Hey. That's your friend from the forensics lab...

(Gail interrupts)

Gail: The courier was sick Oliver! If you really must know!

(Oliver stands there and doesn't get what is going on)

YOUNG KUVIRA (The Edge p.3)

Your fifth most recent emoji is what your soulmate thinks about you

I have this quote out of the internet but I can so relate on that. Even though my dancing is on the unicycle I sometimes feel like when doing it while everything else in my life is breaking apart there still is a place of my soul which is whole and just waits till I dance to come out and be free and show me all the good stuff that this world has to offer again.

You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”

one of my final college assignments! we were given a small excerpt of The Circus of Dr. Lao to let it inspire a totally new story. i wrote a short story about a young boy and an ancient water serpent! 💧

PART ½ —> PART 2/2

oil painting (29,7 x 42 cm) of that bumblebee from last week <3

i post more traditional art on my instagram !