Thorn Wilde

Today a dude in my group presented a painting with a bunch of hearts, meant to represent how sharing in art therapy group had helped him and put him in touch with his emotions and stuff, which, good for him. He prefaces this by saying, 'So, a bunch of hearts... Boys don't really draw hearts, I guess that's a little feminine...' This is the guy who's previously complained about his boss being a woman, said he doesn't think a female therapist can understand a male patient, and made a whole bunch of sexist and heterosexist generalisations during group. I wanted to ask him why he thinks hearts are feminine. I wanted to ask him why it matters if they are, and why that means boys 'don't' draw them. I didn't. My painting this week related to the absurdity of the gender binary and my struggles with understanding why being born with one set of genitalia and not the other should somehow say anything about who I am as a person. Why all these binaries? Boy - girl, masculine - feminine, skirt - trousers. Why can't we be/have both? And why should we be squeezed into these absurd and restrictive gender roles based on which sex we're assigned at birth? Another dude in group commented with his experiences working with trans and genderqueer people in LLH, a Norwegian LGBTQ organisation, how some people feel like they're born in the wrong body, how some feel like they don't belong to either gender, etc., and how that's okay. I like him, he's nice. But 'boys don't draw hearts'-guy was like, 'But you don't struggle with gender roles, do you?' I wanted to laugh in his face, but that might have been frowned upon. When we open the floor for questions and comments about our art, all questions are permitted. So I told him that of course I do. I don't understand why I should be restricted by some social construct. I don't understand why something as arbitrary as society's expectations should dictate what interests I should have, what colours I should like, how I should dress, what kind of jobs I'm better suited to. A genetic accident determines what kind of junk we're born with. Why should that matter any more than what colour eyes we have or whether our toes are hairy? Gender roles and expectations restrict us as individuals, and they restrict society as a whole.

I'm absolutely certain that he didn't.

They are a pretty perfect couple, aren't they?

*bows* Thank you!

I think my version of Peter is a bit more emotionally brave than he is canonically.

Yeah, me too. I do miss it.

Everyone's so surprised at finding them adorable... Which I find odd, because I think they're both so cute. Especially Deadpool. He's basically a puppy.

Wade's vulnerability is my favourite thing about him. Beneath that hard exterior is a soft and creamy centre.

Haha! Thank you. I don't fuck around; when I set out to write a 2k word kiss, I do it properly.

I know! Me too. You should see me reading the comics. I'm frequently on the verge of tears cause I feel so fucking sorry for him!

Lol! Thank you. I find that's kind of the paradoxical nature of Deadpool... Batshit, terrifying, yet totes adorbs.

Man, me too. Wade has his stalker moments...

I can only apologise for the fluff. As you know, I'm usually all about the angst, so this is new territory for me.

Thank you so much for your kind words! And thanks for giving it a go even without context. There are some references to plot points from the comics, but most of it should be able to stand all right on its own.

Peter wakes up in Wade’s arms and smiles to himself. The last time Wade slept over he was gone before Peter woke up, but now the ex-merc has his chest and stomach pressed up against Peter’s back, his slow breathing tickling the back of Peter’s neck. Peter glances at the alarm clock on the night stand. It’s only six thirty, and his first lecture doesn’t start until ten today. He is at first surprised that he’s even awake, but then he realises that they actually went to bed fairly early last night

Well done on the revisions, darling! You know, it's almost as much fun reading positive reviews to a story you're betaing/editing as it is to read positive reviews of your own work. Everyone's so nice!

I'm more of a songwriter than a poet, really. Haven't got the patience for poetry, which is why I only write it when it happens on its own. Thanks so much for taking the time to comment on my meagre attempts!

I'm lucky enough to never have been on that end, though I know plenty of people who have, and I always try to make a point out of treating beggars and the homeless with kindness, be they junkies, Roma, old, young or whatever else. Thanks for your comment!

Thank you so much! As it turns out, that particular relationship did end...

Haha, no worries! As opposed to when I started it (it was originally just meant to be a one-shot) I now have a plan as to where it's going. I'm glad you're still enjoying the story!

Haha! Thank you. The comics are to be recommended. There's also a movie coming out in February.

Wade could punch himself in the face. It wouldn’t be the first time. He wasn’t going to do this, wasn’t going to ask for anything. It might freak Peter out or he’s not ready for it or this will otherwise ruin a good thing. But Peter kisses him fiercely, and tells him he’ll do it, and Wade feels conflicted. He wonders if he should take it back, if Peter now feels pressured into something he doesn’t really want to do. Because if that’s the case, he hates himself. Ever occur to you that Peter mi

Happy New Year, Suvitar! And thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed this story as well!

Man, Indie is such a dick! Hot as hell, but a total dick. Still, all of the hotness! <3

dsafgsfdshfdsadfhsfjdholy fucking god, I love this story! I have no words right now. Except that the XX is pretty awesome background/fucking music. I'm gonna go die a little. Is it hot in here? *fans self*