As far as I can see, what's changed is that the writers at the helms of the video game adaptations now are people who are more likely to have played, and/or grown up playing the games, in the case of Sonic and the Pokémon franchise. It's the difference between a cash grab and a passion project, but the finished product lies somewhere in between. I think the curse will stay lifted so long as the writers for projects like these are passionate and knowledgeable about their sources.

My childhood best friend

was Christian. At the time,

I thought I was too.

But now, she uses her religion

as an excuse for her hate.

And queer people

have loved

and accepted me

more than any Christians that I've ever known.

I know which community I feel safest with.

To all my dear Prosers: It is a joy to read and be read by you. Finding a home here has been such a blessing. Thank you for sharing you with me through your writing. It is a gift I cherish - as I do the gift of time you give when you read something I post.

"Every day may not be good, but there is something good in every day." Alice Morse Earle

May you find a moment of joy each day...I often find mine right here on Prose. <3

I believe there is a God.

If you look at the religions of the world you can sum up most of them in three words.

Love each other.

That is how I live my life.

Give kindness wberever I can.

Accept people as they are.

I know my gender is weird to you.

I know you can't understand. Or maybe you can.

If you can, great. If you can't, damn.

Xenogenders.

Are so me.

I have always felt that I can't fit into labels that are so simple like "girl" "boy" "enby" "demigirl" whatever whatever whatever. They don't speak me.

The freedom in xenogenders... Are me.

I have always seen my gender as a person.

As if they are a mirror image of what I want to be.

So when xenogenders came to life, I found... Peace. With my identity.

As I dove into 2020 Tumblr, I found me.

I found who I am.

I don't care if you think I'm weird.

I don't care if you won't use neopronouns on me.

It's me.

It's always been me.

I found what defined me.

I found it, after so long.

This euphoria is so addicting.

Holiday movies are often especially horrible, tired with flat characters forcing appropriate happy endings…sequels to film even more so. I was never such a fan of A Christmas Story set in the 1950’s after seeing it featured on 24-hour marathons so when I saw the original actors had made a sequel shot in Bulgaria, I was skeptical…but a free 7 day trail for HBO+ found me watching it last night with great pleasure and honest emotion.

It is a writers story. Ralphie taking off a year from his job in Chicago to write the great American novel, set in the Christmas season of the early 1970s, waiting for his parents to join his young family when he receives a call that his father has passed away. On arriving back to his childhood home Ralphie finds his mother’s wish is for him to produce the Christmas that year in memory of a holiday his old man so loved…and to write his father’s obituary. Sounds corny and stupid…but, using almost all the original characters, it unfolds as a heartwarming, laugh out loud funny new story of writer’s block and the role of authenticity of emotion in finding success unexpected.

I give it an A+ for newness, honesty, keeping the best of the old film while making this story brand new. Loved it…a must for writters struggling to be published.

I don’t know if this view will be met with disapproval, but I feel like I’m in the minority when I say, I want good character descriptions. The trend in modern day fiction is to be sparse with the descriptions, if you use any at all. But that method always leaves me a bit dissatisfied. It’s not like I want big long descriptions done via mirror cliché. But I want enough that to be able to picture the characters. Enough so that each character doesn’t just end up looking the same as any other in my mind. A good description will help me remember a character. Good descriptions will help me see a group of distinct and unique characters, instead of a group that all look kind of the same in my mind.

I don’t want grey characters who are essentially a blank canvas for me to fill in. I want unique and quirky characters with memorable looks. I think, sometimes, writers leave descriptions sparse so that the reader can insert themselves into the main character. It goes hand in hand with the bland main character trend. But I don’t want to insert myself into the main character, I want to read about a character that is distinct and unique. They don’t have to be like me to be interesting. They don’t have to be like me to be relatable. Describing a character gives them life. Leaving them a blank canvas, makes them boring.

A silent conversation screaming to be heard.

A gesture of warmth

but not a word.

I love you, but I don't

Floats through the air.

Never touch me again is performed in a stare.

Whatever Angel that put you two together before...

Has broken wings and

is now laying on the floor.