![]() ![]() I’ve seen women here and there in the past, but quietly. Queerness was celebratory, lovable, beautiful for the people I care about, but would it be that way for me? Would the people in my life still accept me the same way? Would the love between me and a partner still take the same shape? And would my life be harder? I’ve spent years denying them as the maxims of internalized biphobia dominated my conscience. I’m not going to say that TikTok knew I was bisexual before I did, because I’ve had inklings for a long time. I liked videos that made me laugh about clichés in the queer femme community (you will not find me at a Lowe’s, but you will 100% find me in the skate parks, thrift stores, and your local “forest”). I liked videos from lesbian women married for 23 years sharing their love stories, so tender they made me cry in 15 seconds. I liked videos of best friends declaring crushes on each other, which has since become an entire theme of video content on the platform. The more queer content I was served, the more I engaged. Something catches in my throat still when I watch it. The daughter’s excitement in sharing who she is with her mother is palpable, but at odds with its lukewarm reception. After she sets up the camera and nervously walks her mom through the three-word phrase, her mother gives a gruff, awkward but ultimately accepting-enough response. The first video I liked was of a young woman coming out to her mother with cupcakes, which spelled out “I like girls” in frosting. really said “sexually…?” anywho i came out to my mom today with cupcakes #fyp My feed has become curated so specifically to my tastes that it has alerted me to parts of myself I hadn’t fully embraced yet: It’s a medley of absurd animal videos, spooky happenings that are more than likely hoaxes… and queer femmes. There are obviously problems in the way the algorithm machinates in that, depending on who you are and what you like, it can reinforce and cater to your worldview in an unproductive way. Over the past few weeks I’ve continued liking the things that I like with abandon (e.g., rollerskating, sweet moments with elderly folks, teens being teens). I got the comedic relief I wanted almost immediately. ![]() The bar was low-at most I was hoping for a dog eating a corn cob. I spent an hour on it about three months ago and managed to feel older and more irrelevant than I’ve ever felt, even though I’m 26 and live online.īut a few weeks ago, in a desperate bid to escape some of the unhappiness of having spent three months in my apartment, I re-downloaded the app. Despite being a Social Media Manager and having an embarrassing relationship with my screen time reports, as soon as I became aware of the rise of TikTok, I promised myself I would never get into it. ![]()
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