When you think of a monster
You think of the vampire, hiding in his castle
The minotaur, with his bulging muscles.
Gorgons, freezing all men to stone as it is said females tend to do,
Or mermaids, the sirens of the sea luring sailors down into the treacherous water.
You ignore the vampires who spend hundreds of years perfecting their androgyny.
You leave out the witches and wizards using magic to their advantage, to change their body to what makes them the most comfortable.
You push aside the merfolk, the elves, the phoenixs and harpies and countless other monsters of lore long forgotten finding and using pronouns in their own tongue, languages we shall never understand.
What we do understand is the pain.
Of not fitting in your own body.
Of not being accepted.
For every human going through pain and heartbreak and sorrow as they try to figure out what, if anything, is wrong with them
There is a monster out there that knows
Knows how you feel
Knows how to help
And in each one of us
Is a monster
Ready to pounce
Ready to strike at the slightest hint of danger
Ready to defend our siblings
Human and monster
With everything we have.
"are there any straight people in your story?”
"no they’re not relevant to the plot"
highlight of wednesday, april 23rd 2014
i covered my eyes in emotional pain and called burn gorman a hologram
/destroyed by own ships