some of my only-partially-informed, canadian political opinions and more thoughts under the cut

i’m honestly just. i’m angry, yeah, but mostly i’m just. disappointed. i even got my mother to vote NDP, she got a bunch of other people we know, and i’m just.

even that little bit of good in the world feels fucking empty right now. what the hell is gonna happen to me? we don’t know. i live on disability! my mother lives on disability, and i live with her, so i don’t even get the full amount! we’re already fucking poor! i’m going to college in toronto, probably, and now i really regret applying. i shouldn’t have to feel that way!

i’m bisexual and autistic and open about both of those things! what the actual fuck is going to happen to me because of that? i don’t know!

because of my mom’s disabilities she spent a lot of my childhood in the hospital. enough that i remember the old hospital waiting areas better than i do my own childhood bedroom. i’m so, so fucking worried right now.

in short: if you voted for doug ford, fuck you.

so i pretty much applied to college just so i could say i did, bc i was pretty sure my lack of finishing high school would bite me in the ass and i’d have to do academic upgrading and stuff over the year

as it turns out i took a test on friday and got an offer of admission today

guess i’m going to college after all

kinda nervous, kinda excited, 100% s c r e a m

That sure is an interesting US visit. As for me, I’ve been to Canada before, specifically Vancouver and its surrounding areas. Lovely city/country and wonderful people. The only thing that makes me nervous about going back someday is the thought of how some of them might treat an American after the election of you-know-who.

I’ve never been to Vancouver or anywhere around it, despite having family there. We’ve planned it a couple times, but plans always get cancelled and we head to New Brunswick instead. (On the bright side, I know a very nice motel in Fredericton. And a few other nice places in surrounding areas, though it’s seemed emptier in recent years.)

Slightly random thought, but I think that the 80s are becoming the new 50s, for two reasons: 1. the 80s are viewed as the new “nostalgia decade central” that the 50s used to have, and 2. the 80s are getting a reputation that the 50s have where the aesthetics are great, but the decade itself wasn’t so great.

Hey, random thoughts are the best thoughts!

Wasn’t there a post about that, actually? I think I saw one a couple months ago. Something about how time periods that were around 30 years ago is when they come back into relevance, or something like that. Like, it’s long enough ago that it seems distant but recent enough that…. Something. I dunno, I can’t find the post (if someone does, please let me know!). But I’m pretty sure it’s a real phenomenon!

A few decades down the line, I’m sure people will look back on all of us as having interesting aesthetics but terrible worldviews for whatever reason.

This got me thinking a bit, so thank you for sharing. ❤

So, it’s Autism Acceptance Month, and April 2nd! This year I actually wanted to talk about my experiences as an autistic person 

I’ve seen there’s a sort of month-long thing and I’d like to try it, even if I’m late! Days 1 + 2 of 30 Days Of Autism Acceptance under the cut, ‘cause it’ll likely be pretty long.

Day 1: Introduction
Hi! I’m Ruby, and I’m 18. I was professionally diagnosed as autistic at age 15, and everything kinda… Clicked into place. I’m not the best at introductions, so… Moving on!

Day 2: What I Love About Being Autistic Is…
Oh! There’s so much to love. I could never list everything, we’d be here until, like… September. Like, have you ever tried a new dessert and discovered a completely new level of sensory heaven, or combined your favorite stims with your current special interest? For me it’s singing, so I really like singing things I associate with my special interests. Seriously! There are things that aren’t so great about being autistic too, obviously, but I love being the way I am! And, since I spent so much of my life thus far undiagnosed, I really like having explanations for why I exist the way I do.

oops, rambling ruby time, about love simon

hey so i’ve spent a lot of this weekend trying to sort out my thoughts about love simon

not really as a movie, because i’m still in love with it holy fuck, but like… as an adaptation. it’s hard for me because i’m mostly a very ‘books books BOOKS’ person (in direct contrast to a lot of people i know, like my mother), and have super high adaptation standards, especially for things like this
but love simon, as an adaptation, had to change a lot. and some of the changes don’t make sense to me personally, though i’m sure there’s reason behind them
(though the minion scene… no thanks. never wanna see that again, who thought that was a good idea ever)
the plot taking a different direction post-Christmas was interesting, but i still don’t know for sure how i feel about this movie as an adaptation and that’s been bugging me ALL WEEKEND + all monday
like… this book became very dear to me as i was reading it, even though it was recent, and i’m trying to separate my feelings of ‘nothing could ever do this justice on a screen’ from ‘oh my god this is a mainstream gay movie and i need this so much’
which were basically both my moods simultaneously when i went to see it.
i’m going to see it again today/tomorrow, mostly to try and sort that out, and then i wanna talk about it more because i know i have opinions on this movie and i’m just not totally sure what they are?
(beyond go see it. go see the mainstream gay romcom please.)