my family watched the early release screening of Crazy Rich Asians tonight and my 40+ year old first gen Chinese American dad literally lasted 10 minutes before he started crying. After the movie he was talking about how he didn’t think the movie would affect him, now that he’s a grown up with a family, but he hadn’t realized how formative growing up without representation was. Everyone who looked like him as a sidekick, or had to know some martial art to train the white lead. Seeing someone who looked like him being seen as unquestionably handsome, desirable, as a rom-com lead made him realize that for his whole life, he felt invisible.
Representation is so important. It’s so insidious what media does to us— if you’re not represented, or if you’re represented poorly, that seeps into you and affects your self-image without you realizing.
Even “imperfect” representation, things people think “perpetuate Asian stereotypes” or are inaccurate, can make people feel SEEN. Maybe some things weren’t perfect, but I saw so much honesty in it, and I saw so much of my family in it.
Please watch Crazy Rich Asians. Please. It’s so important.
Title: Two Roaring Handfuls (and a bit more)
Collaborator: @tisfan
Link:AO3
Square Filled: O1 – Size Queen
Ship: Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes
Rating: E
Major Tags: Size Queen, big dick, anal sex, oral sex, porn with feelings
Summary: Everyone seems to know that Tony Stark has a huge dick (even if
the angle is bad in that one video.) Bucky would like some independent
verification of this fact.
Word Count: 5,352
Created for @mcukinkbingo
“Seriously, Stark,”
Clint said, staring at the content, no longer knocking things over, giant
goddamn bear that Tony’d corralled with several train cars. He’d brought in a
dump truck loaded with local honey and then boxed the critter in. The bear
didn’t seem currently inclined to go anywhere, and Strange was already on site
trying to figure out of it was a bear that had been magicked, or maybe
teleported. “We all already know you got like, massive big dick energy, you
don’t have to hose down the deck with testosterone.”
Bucky peeled his eyes
off Tony’s backside to blink in confusion. “We do? I mean, yeah, of course we
do,” he said. “Wait, how do you know?”
Tony had popped back his
faceplate, revealing tangled hair plastered over his forehead, a cut just under
one eye that had dribbled blood down his cheek, and a grin as wide as a dinner
plate. “Everybody who wants to can google it,” Tony said, dropping lightly onto
the ground. “And to be fair, the angle’s bad in that video.”
“Figures,” Clint said,
clutching at his heart in mock dismay. “I always knew ten inches was too much
to hope for.”
Tony tipped his eyes up,
not quite exasperated, but like there was something he wasn’t saying. “I’m no
Jonah Falcon,” he said, “but I do okay.”
“His is completely
non-verified,” Tash added.
“It’s on record as being
thirteen and a half inches,” Clint protested.
“Why are we talking
about this?” Cap wondered. “Can we not just, once, maybe, do our jobs and not
end up in a metaphorical or literal conversation about dick size.”
Bucky stared at Tony, as
if he could spontaneously develop x-ray vision. “No, no, I don’t think we can,
Cap.”
Tony smirked, thrusting
his hip out to stand with a certain amount of sensual energy. “I’m always up
for some independent verification.”
“No puns,” Steve sighed.
He threw his hands up, and then strode off to talk to Strange, who, as a
medical professional, tended to discuss misplaced entrails and exsanguination
and bodily fluids, rather than getting naked. Which, Bucky supposed, was an
improvement for Steve, who still blushed like a choir boy.
“All the puns,”
Tony said, pouting. “You are no fun, Capsicle.”
“He’s just scared of
your Subway footlong,” Clint said.
“Huh?” Bucky whirled
around. “I thought you said it was ten, not twelve.”
“Hey, if we’re talking
about sausages, I have got the meat,” Tony said.
“We’re not talking about
this,” Steve yelled over his shoulder.
Which did, at least for
the moment, put an end to it. At least in the outloud, the in public, and the
speculative ranges. What Bucky did in his own time, including trying to trace
an outline while Tony was in the underflight suit, that was Bucky’s own
business, wasn’t it?
It took Bucky all of
three days resisting until he was in a cafe, with a burner phone, connected incognito
to the internet and trying to google the video that Clint had mentioned.
The thing about being LGBT+ is, at some point in your childhood, no matter how accepting your parents are, at some point, you have to question: “do they love me unconditionally?” And then you have to plan for the possibility hat the answer is no. And that fucks you up. Straight cis people never have to question that.
Ok. I usually don’t like getting into stuff like this, but I feel like I need to chime in on this one. I am a bi man. I have also never had to question the unconditionally of my parents love based on my sexuality. They made it clear that they would love me if I was gay or anything along that line way back in middle school, long before I started to realize that I was bi. That being said, this isn’t to take away from those of us who have seen their relationship with their parent suffer as a result of their sexuality, my heart goes out to all of you. I just don’t think it is fair to neglect the good parents who go the extra mile to make sure their kids feel loved and appreciated. (Aka the kinds of parents I would love to see raise the next generation of LGBT poeple)
That being said, I also know a lot of straight people who have had to question the unconditionality of their parents love and in some cases get disowned over really frivolous stuff. I also understand that a straight person would never have to question their parents love based on their sexuality, but a shitty parent can stop loving their children for a myriad of reasons.
I do feel sorry for those of you who have to relate with the above post. I simply hope we can as a community push for the better parenting so this kind of hurt doesn’t have to be the norm or even existant in the future.