I could not not post this, because I’m surprised I even managed.
I give you a really sketchy, low Rimmer.
…you need to watch Red Dwarf if you haven’t.
Oh, very nicely done!
today at work i asked a customer if he wanted french vanilla creamer with his coffee and he said no because he wanted the “heterosexual” creamer instead and it just blows my mind that straight people say shit about how queer people “force our sexuality on them” because i have never met a single queer person who has done something like assign a sexuality to coffee creamer
Like seriously, why isn’t pole dancing an olympic sport? This is freakin gymnastics. This is strength and skill. This is not sexual whatsoever. Why does pole dancing have to be so stigmatised as a sexual thing that only strippers do? I have great respect for all people who can pull this off. This is art and beauty right here.
Why do we have to stigmatise sexual performance and strippers to the point where we remove the inherent origins of the art of pole dancing to justify its validity in society? Yes, we should all highly respect the athleticism and grace of dancers, but the reason we should respect them should not be DESPITE the sexual connotation. Respect pole dancers, respect pole dancing, for the sexual and otherwise.
Race, Gender and Sexuality do not exist purely as “identities.” We aren’t oppressed for possessing an identity, but oppressed for what that identity represents. A disidentification with race does not change how you’re racially configured and positioned within the social hierarchy of white supremacism and this is why ‘identity’ language is flawed. It portrays the systems we’re coercively placed into as being individual self-definition even though these things exist outside of my definition of myself. My social and material position as a Lesbian and as a Trans Woman within patriarchy is a reflection of transmisogyny and heterosexism. Race, Gender and Sexuality are material social positions within a violent, oppressive hierarchy that exists to exploit us. Personal identification exists and that personal identification is a result of that material social positioning and the history of survivance surrounding that.
I do not “identify” as a trans woman. I’m a trans woman because of how patriarchy constructs bodies and how they react to how my body is constructed.
I do not “identify” as Indigenous. I’m Indigenous because of how settler-colonialism interacts with me through dispossession, control, dominance and restriction of autonomy.
I do not “identify” as a Lesbian. I’m a Lesbian because of how patriarchy constructs sexuality and how they interact to how I sexually and politically interact with others.
I do not “identify” with Race. I am racialized.
I do not “identify” with Gender. I am gendered.
I do not “identify” with Sexuaity. I am sexualized.
This is not an identity. This is a war.
fecklesheckleshacklesschmeckles said: Red Dwarf: a bodyswap, but not “the” Bodyswap.
(I like how you think, sir!! Though this isn’t exactly news. ;) I’ve made this a vignette, not a drabble, because I loved the idea so much…)
None of this is his, by any right, though as Lister keeps telling himself, it wasn’t when Rimmer did that… thing, either. Not that this is any sort of quid-pro-quot; it just is. At least, again, that’s what he tells himself. Lister tells himself a lot of things, these days. After days of seeing Rimmer in the flesh, the way he used to be. After prison; after nearly being eaten alive. After…
Without Holly to take care of things, there’s just the projection suite, and Lister knows his way around that, sure enough. (And yeah, a bit of guilt there, why not. There’s plenty to go around.) Memories are just data, when you get right down to it, and fortunately, they’re not just stored on tapes. There are options, and Lister knows which one to choose - it’s not the first time he’s done this, more’s the pity.
Memories are just data; personality, too. These are also things Lister tells himself, over and over again down the corridor, and to the right, and through the door. Kryten trusts him - who else would do his repairs and regular check-ups, even if he didn’t? A master wouldn’t kick his dog; and Lister is not one of nature’s masters. He’s just a vending machine repair man who’s learned to swap out personality matrixes. It’s not like Kryten remembers - he can’t. Technically, none of this even happens to him; just his body.
Afterwards, Lister slinks into bed, memories kicked under his bunk where they’ll remain until Kryten comes in to clean. He won’t say anything; merely put them back, because well - none of this is theirs, by any rights.
Tbh I will forever be upset about the lack of good desi girls in media. Their plot lines always centre around their extremist parents, oppressive aspects of their religion, and their ‘retaliation’ having to be them getting secret white boyfriends. This is not strength. This is a brown female character looking to be liberated from stereotypical patriarchal culture and traditional family values, and only to be accepted into western ideologies by being in a relationship, which in itself is just submission into another form of patriarchy and erasure. ∆The easy way out of having woc/poc on television: make them as white as possible.