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This poem is from the August 15, 2017 Poetry Fishbowl. It was inspired by a prompt from [personal profile] djbluejay (Jay). It also fills the "dark alley" square in my 4-19-16 card for the [community profile] genprompt_bingo fest. This poem has been sponsored by [personal profile] mama_kestrel. It belongs to the Damask thread of the Polychrome Heroics series.

Warning: This poem contains some touchy topics. Highlight to read the warnings, some of which are spoilers. It includes self-defense training, brief mentions of why people want to learn such things, mental-mystical tactics of deception, Simon wandering into a bad neighborhood, calculation of appropriate force and tactics, harsh language, a boss beating up his thugs for displeasing him, urban decay, and other challenges. If these are sensitive issues for you, please consider your tastes and headspace before reading onward.


"Pixy-Led"


Simon enjoyed spending time
with all the girls in the house
where Maisie and Mallory lived.

He and Tolliver both showed them
techniques for self-defense,
or preferably, escape.

Walden excelled at the latter.

She was small and slim and
surprisingly difficult to catch
or hold onto in sparring.

Simon finally prevailed on her
to show him a few new tricks.

"You have to think, with your body,"
she said slowly, in the way that Tolli did
when he translated from Gaelic to English,
"like mist, or wind, or water, so you flow away
from a blow when someone attacks you,
slip through their fingers, run free."

The way she moved as she said it
was fluid and graceful, and Simon was
pretty sure that he couldn't do it.

"I'm not a little willow slip like you,
Walden," he reminded her, patting
the arm of his combat wheelchair. "Do
you have anything I might be able to use?"

"Well, there's other stuff, but it gets
harder from here," said Walden.

"Try me," Simon suggested.

"How good is your situational awareness?"
Walden asked, looking around at the yard.

"Pretty good," Simon said, without
going into the soldier-lore he'd learned.

"Okay, so first you take a baseline
of where you are, and you pull that into
your head, down through your center,
and out into your body language,"
Walden said. As she did so, she
seemed to become part of the yard.

"I see what you're saying," Simon agreed.
"Now how does that trick help me if I
need to deal with hooligans?"

"That's just the first part," she said.
"So then you need an imprint of
some other place to switch."

"Not sure I'm following you,"
Simon admitted.

Walden snickered. "No,
the idea is to get them
to follow you, and then
you ditch them."

"Go over it again?"
Simon said. He was
starting to get a headache,
and they'd hardly started.

"First, you make yourself a part
of the place you are," Walden said.
"Anyone following you will focus on that,
make it part of how they identify you, see?"

"That makes sense," Simon said,
thinking about how to identify
people by body language.

"So then if you want to slip them,
you take another place and put that
into your head instead, and push it out
through your body, so you change," she said.
"Then they can't recognize you anymore."

As Walden spoke, her whole bearing
shifted suddenly. It was quite creepy.

"Will my chair make a difference?"
Simon said. "It doesn't change."

"Do you think of it as part of you?"
Walden said. "You move like you do,
but I don't know, not everyone feels
the same about their wheels."

"I have round legs," Simon said
with a wink. "You should see me race."

"Then it should work for you," Walden said.
"Think like ... you'd use it differently on
a smooth floor than on grass or
a sloped dirt track, right?"

"Yes, and I have a different chair
for sand travel now," Simon said.

"Okay then, use that, think about how
you use your body in different ways,
how you sit or lean in your chair on
different surfaces," Walden said.

Simon tried making a mental shift
from the grassy yard to a smooth mall
to the gentle tilt of the track-and-field loop.

"Yeah, you got the gist of it," Walden said.
"Now you just need to practice it some.
It works even better if you can duck around
a corner right as you make the switch."

"And that's all there is to it?" Simon said.

She looked away, then looked back.
"There's more, a little more I can show you,
but it's ... people think it's pretty weird."

"Walden, have you met my family?"
Simon said dryly. "We put six spoons
of weird on our breakfast cereal."

"You win," she said, giggling.

"So give me some other ideas, and
I'll see what pans out," Simon said.

"The other thing is, you can think of
a third place and put it on an object --
like a coin or a bit of grass or an herb,
tormentil is best -- then you throw it down
for your follower to step on," Walden said.
"You really do have to get them to touch it
or it just doesn't have much of an effect."

"And this is an ordinary thing, not gizmology
or a superpower?" Simon said, bemused.

"It's like ... you have something in your head,
and you put it in someone else's head, because
they see you being it and then they're standing right
where you were, so they pick it up. It's not with
a superpower, just ... influence," Walden said.
"You know, like moving all the stuff in their room
to drive them nuts because they don't understand
why everything suddenly feels a little bit wrong?"

"That's pushing it on ethics," Simon warned.

"Not if they're planning to beat the crap
out of you when they catch you," Walden said.

Simon's eyebrows went up. "Is that
a problem you're having?" he said.

"Not anymore, because I learned how
to handle it," Walden said. "Bullies can't
follow you if they can't sort out all the places
you were thinking of and the one that they're
actually in. If you're really good at it, then
they don't just lose you, they get lost too."

Simon wished that he had known
how to do this back in his army days.
It could've saved him a lot of grief.

Well, there was no time like the present
to start practicing a new skill. Given his life,
he was liable to need it sooner or later.

It turned out to be sooner.

Simon went shopping for
a pair of fighting gloves for Shiv,
something to protect his hands a bit
that would still leave his fingertips free
for manipulating bits of metal.

There were all-fingerless biker gloves,
but Simon didn't think those would be enough;
and there were work gloves with just the thumb
and forefingers free, but those were awful heavy.

Finally the owner of a seedy little martial arts joint
gave him a sly look and said, "If you're after
something special, I could show you more."

A nod brought out a tray of half-fingered gloves
made from dexflan reinforced with krevel, which
was perfect. Simon bought the smallest pair
in black-and-gray for Shiv's dainty hands.

Only afterward did Simon realized that
he had wandered into a rougher part of town
than he usually traveled, and two guys were
tailing him with some serious intent.

And their bodyguard Alex was currently
on Tolli over at the metalworking shop.

Simon mulled over his options as he
strolled down the street, keeping
his hands on his wheels at
the same lazy pace.

He could, of course, just stop
and break those boys in half, but
that would be excessive force.

Calling the cops would work,
but it would probably be overkill too,
and it would also take enough time
that somebody might still get hurt.

That left creative problem-solving.

Simon remembered what Walden
had taught him, and so he focused on
the dingy storefronts and cracked sidewalk.
Casually he reached out and snagged a bit
of grass that grew through the pavement,
wadding it one-handed into a little tuft.

He called up the desert that was
never far from his mind, let it paint him
with sweat and the memory of smoke,
how the taste got into everything,
squeezed all of that into the grass
and flicked it behind him.

Then he concentrated on
the Maldives and the sweet smell
of tropical flowers and the sound of
surf swishing against the shore.

At the same time, Simon
grabbed one wheel and pivoted
his chair smartly into a dark alley
just short of the corner store.

The two guys who had been
tailing him walked right past.

Simon wondered if they had
stepped on the little landmine
that he left for them, or if they
just weren't very good at this.

Then he overheard one saying,
"The fuck he just go, man?"

"I dunno, nigga done disappear!"
the other said. "Hell, we gonna get it
from the boss if we lose him for real."

Oh, yeah. They hit it.

"I'll go this way, you go that way,
and we betta find his ass!"
the first hoodlum said.

Simon knew better than to leave
his hiding place too soon, so he
let go of the Maldives and instead
made himself one with the shadows.

The two men crossed back and forth
a few times, casing the nearby area with
mediocre skill but real determination.

Idly Simon snapped pictures of both men
just in case that might be useful, and
sent those to his bodyguard.

"How in the sam-hell you lose
a nigga in a wheelchair?!"

Ah, that must be the boss.
He had a voice that could cut tin.

"I swear, boss, we was right on him,
and he just fuckin' vanish in thin air!"

The sound of fist meeting flesh
carried clearly over idle street noise,
but nobody seemed disturbed by it.

This was followed by a metallic noise
that Simon identified as someone
being slammed against a car.

No wonder those boys had worried
about screwing up the assignment.

Simon was glad that he had declined
their implicit invitation to meet their boss.
Let them deal with that hot temper.

When the sounds of supervisory outrage
finally faded, Simon trundled down the dark alley,
nimbly avoiding the broken bottles on the way.

He slipped out the back entrance,
then headed toward the bus stop
that he had spotted earlier.

Checking his smartphone for
the schedule, he realized that in
this part of town, he'd have to wait
twenty minutes or more, and even then
it was even odds whether that bus would
happen to have a lift on it or not.

That was okay, though.
The map showed a music store
cleverly located beside the bus stop.

Simon could just duck in there
and do a little more shopping.

He owed Walden a thank-you gift anyhow.

* * *

Notes:

[Character concept by Dialecticdreamer]
Simon -- He has milk chocolate skin, brown eyes, and short nappy black hair. Although he still has some use of his legs, he's more mobile in a wheelchair than on foot. Simon is homosexual, and the partner of Tolliver Finn. They live in North Carolina, about an hour from the Blue Ridge Mountains. Simon spends a lot of time outdoors, so his skin rarely gets lighter even in winter. His wilderness skills span both recreation and survival aspects. His favorite sports include wheelchair racing and bobsled. He also has a lever wheelchair for hiking. He enjoys teaching his skills to other people. He still has some boundary issues from people not respecting him because of his disability, though.
Qualities: Master (+6) Activity Scout, Master (+6) Paralympic Martial Arts, Master (+6) Veteran, Expert (+4) Gamer, Expert (+4) Paralympic Track & Field, Good (+2) Family Values, Good (+2) Insightful, Good (+2) Sniper, Good (+2) Wilderness Skills
Poor (-2) Boundary Issues

Walden Hollingberry -- She has pale skin, blue eyes, and long slightly wavy black hair. Her shoulders are wider than her hips and she has small breasts. Her heritage is Pictish. She speaks at least English and Pictish. She is an only child. She is quiet, sometimes emo, and into the goth scene on weekends. She is a night owl, definitely not a morning person. She moves silently and often startles people without even meaning to. Walden lives in the same house with Damask. She's majoring in Literature with a minor in Creative Writing.
Qualities: Good (+2) Graceful, Good (+2) Liberal Arts, Good (+2) Mysterious, Good (+2) Self-Reliant
Poor (-2) Dealing with Popular People

* * *

"Pixy-led" is a particular term for getting lost, with the implication of fae involvement. It also ties back to the Picts, who are associated with pixies, and some people believe the two are related or even the same.

Nobody knows for sure what happened to the Picts in local-Earth, and even the knowledge of their tribes is patchy. In Terramagne, some of the Picts have survived as cohesive clans hidden within the larger Scottish society. Walden's people are the Selgovae, which can mean 'scout' or 'guide' as well as 'hunter' -- the translation is imprecise due to cultural differences. A closer parallel may be found in the braves of Native American tribes.

Stray sod is a type of faery that, if stepped on, causes the person to get lost. It works even if the path was formerly obvious. Tormentil is an herb used to cause discord and disorientation in curses.




Controlling your own body language can make it possible to mislead and manipulate other people. Regarding the ethics of such techniques, consider the spectrum of influence, persuasion, manipulation, and coercion. Both Simon's point that it's wrong to do things to other people without their consent, and Walden's point that it's right to defend yourself, are valid. This form of misdirection has the advantage of being nonviolent, but the disadvantage of being very intrusive into another person's perception.

This leads to the considerations of appropriate force in self-defense. The spectrum of force moves from nonviolent through violent to lethal methods. Ideally, one should aim for the probable logical control mode: just enough to meet the goal.

See Shiv's krevel fighting gloves.

(These links are controversial.)



English dialects derive from many sources. Here you can hear a confluence of Black English, Southern English, and Lower-Class English.

(These links contain touchy racial stuff.)



Nigga is a variation of nigger. While nigger remains almost wholly derogatory, nigga isn't always; it can mean "one of my people" or -- especially in the context of one black man saying it about another black man in a mostly-black neighborhood -- simply "person." There are arguments that only black people can say nigga, that anyone can say it, and that nobody should say it. I'm a fair-skinned, mixed-heritage, metalinguist writing about two black thugs and their boss bothering a much more aware black veteran eluding them using techniques learned from a stealth Pict. Make of that what you will. I don't think nigga is a good word to use, and nigger is even worse, but I prefer to write the way people talk.

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Date: 2017-09-27 04:10 am (UTC)
across_space_and_time: A nebula shifting in rainbow hues from red to blue (Rainbow Galaxy)
From: [personal profile] across_space_and_time
Adding those to the toolbox. They hadn't occurred to anyone here. When somebody here wants to avoid attention they usually throw up a shadow/wall, or "become" part of the landscape - trees or grass or sidewalk, whatever's around - like a chameleon color-matching its branch.

Now I really want to see Simon's racing chair in action. Excuse me while I search Youtube...

- Sg

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Date: 2017-09-27 04:32 am (UTC)
technoshaman: Tux (Default)
From: [personal profile] technoshaman
There's more than one way to do it. If I'm in a really bad neighbourhood? I'm not. There's this seven-foot walking carpet with a bandoleer. Do not FUCK with the Wookie.

Never had a problem since I learnt to do that... ;)

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Date: 2017-09-27 05:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] technoshaman
♫ It's not the woods you're walking in;
That was a foolish thing to do:
There's worse than big bad wolves tonight
Who prey on little girls like you.
He says he'll kill you, makes you kneel;
There's just one chance that you can snatch:
Squeeze, twist, and pull with all your might;
Nobody told you they detach.
And in the station, safe at last,
The laughter slowly calms your fears.
They'll tell their daughters what you did,
A legend growing through the years. ♪

[personal profile] mdlbear says in the notes for the song that they never did find the rest of him... *feral grin*

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Date: 2017-09-27 09:32 am (UTC)
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Heh. I walked around in nose to toes black, including a pair of plain black boots, plus a medieval style cloak, with body language like I was hyper-crazy looking for an ass to kick. People crossed the street to avoid me - after dark. This was when my school was nicknamed "rape state".

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Date: 2017-09-27 01:49 pm (UTC)
alatefeline: Painting of a cat asleep on a book. (Default)
From: [personal profile] alatefeline
I *can* project Scary but have trouble sustaining it for long, same for Confident-but-Calm and anything that radiates energy. As long as I'm not freaking out myself, though, I can project Too Weird To Bother With indefinitely, and also anything lower-energy like Receptive Listening or Part Of The Wall. I can't talk while I'm doing the trickier ones, though.

The variation that got be through elementary school was 'willing to break the implicit social contract and retaliate AT ANY COST, so don't start anything; leave me alone physically and nothing you say will be more interesting than my book'. I WOULD bite people, so I rarely had to; TELLING people 'if you touch me, I WILL hurt you' worked well, but at the cost of any opportunity to de-escalate without disengaging and connect instead, which at the time didn't bother me. The one time I ended up in the principal's office in the upper grades was when I *tried* to use a social gesture I didn't quite grok yet - spitting on the floor. I got in trouble younger than that for lashing out, but not so much for the threats or the payback - except at home with sibling, since we could *always* start something with each other and we *did* care about each other. It helped that I did my classwork and followed directions and read the rest of the time and had a 'nice' family, so the teachers didn't automatically hate me.

The variation I use when walking alone at night is a work in progress, but I try to project like a predatory animal. On the alert, prefers to slip away from interference if possible, if cornered will do serious damage, and also, sharper of fang than thou and regardless of size, you could be dinner; a stare of limpid self-awareness and no concern for what you think, only whether you are tasty or spiky.

If there are people around I know, but the setting is worrisome, I try for 'casual group where they have every right to be' instead, while keeping situational awareness up.

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Date: 2017-09-27 02:51 pm (UTC)
technoshaman: Tux (Default)
From: [personal profile] technoshaman
"Are you tasty or spiky"?

Hee hee... *chomp*

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Date: 2017-09-27 04:30 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] technoshaman
*looks at Simon's pic*

Right. TOLLI's the Irishman. Simon is decidedly *not*. Just the same, that's one baaaaaaad mutha- (hush yo' mouf!) yeah. (you hear funk in the distance --more--)

Between your heritage and your Bardship, Milady, you are allowed to use whatever language is needful. (I suspect you could peel the paint off a battleship with your vocabulary as well or better than any sailor... and use more languages doing it!) And enunciate clearly, like a fucking lady! ;)

I'm reminded of a sequence from Frank Miller's _Dark Knight_... Bats is hiding, watching these two punks prep for their next mark... within the thought balloons as he sneaks towards them, over several frames: "There are seven working defenses from this position. Three of them disarm with minimal contact. Three of them kill. The other - [BATS kneecaps the perps] - HURTS."

Simon... is taking the other approach. I could sic the cops on'em, and this being T-America, they'll probably live. I could beat the snot out of them myself, but that wouldn't do either of us any good. Or I can throw a Somebody Else's Problem field at it. *poof*

Poor sods. Hmmmmmmm. Maybe somebody needs to drop a Kraken agent their way. Might improve both their manners and their chances of survival.

Ysabet? You're evil. In the best of ways. You've got me *cheering* for the supervillains.

But seriously. These punks ain't gonna man up (their kind of lingo, not mine) and go legit. Ever. Kraken will make sure they're well cared for, and that they don't do *gratuitous* harm. Like was just done them.

The world needs more good bad guys.

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Date: 2017-09-27 02:49 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mama_kestrel
Are these guys supervillains? Or are they nary thugs who got unlucky when they found a boss? Might make a difference in whether Kraken would take an interest in them.

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Date: 2017-09-27 05:51 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] we_are_spc
Like Wreck It Ralph? ;p

-Fallon~

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LOVE THIS!

Date: 2017-09-27 05:36 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] dialecticdreamer
You have Simon's attitude down PAT! He's happy to learn, DELIGHTED to learn, and while he is pretty much old enough to be tiny little Walden's father, he gives her the respect she is DUE-- because she has him six ways from Sunday within her own skill set, and he knows it. There's no -ism getting in the way of learning something valuable, period!

The "six spoons of weird on our breakfast cereal" nearly woke the house with my chortling!

As for the slang used, I 'read' it with several different implied inflections/emotions, and had no trouble parsing it as 'this is typical for this demographic in this neighborhood,' while Simon prefers to use /creative/ insults for people he dislikes, and saves obscenities for things like spilling hot coffee on himself.

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Date: 2017-09-27 09:58 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] siliconshaman
I *LIKE* Walden! I hope we see more of her, or at least her handy work. [Nobody sees the Picts unless they want you to, but it's hard to mistake their work: to paraphrase a certain Roman general who had a wall named after him.]

oh..and as if Simon needs to be even MORE bad-ass!

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Date: 2017-09-27 01:35 pm (UTC)
alatefeline: Painting of a cat asleep on a book. (Default)
From: [personal profile] alatefeline
I LIKE Walden. I LIKE Simon. I enjoyed this poem.

And I tend to allow for a 'journalism' exception for any rules on foul language that includes realistic fiction, frex, non-gratuitous detail in settings drawn in part or whole from local reality. To me this read like a 'drawn from life' moment. Not that my opinion is the key one here - it's often more relevant to consult people who might have had that particular language used at them - and ultimately, the writer is in charge of what they decide to say.

Now, if it was students, even fictional ones, I'd have an Opinion. Though, sadly, they could be - sometimes the traumatized kids and the young criminals are the same people, or more broadly, the same people separated by a few years and a few missed opportunities. Fuck community trauma, it's bad for everyone; even the people who get out don't need that drag of simmering misery, and as for staying in, staying connected to your people and your past, and not getting hurt...no. You will get hurt.

Sorry for the rant.

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Date: 2017-09-27 02:54 pm (UTC)
technoshaman: Tux (Default)
From: [personal profile] technoshaman
Don't apologize for being real. I like that about you.

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Date: 2017-09-27 02:51 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] mama_kestrel
<3

More when the dish returns the spoons she ran away with.

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Date: 2017-09-27 05:46 pm (UTC)
we_are_spc: (Default)
From: [personal profile] we_are_spc
Weeeeee! :d :d :d

Jay is...grinning like an idiot (And is busy fussing over new dragon people so is throwing that over his shoulder).

Also reading this again was sooo damn awesome. :d :d :d

-Fallon~

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Date: 2017-09-27 06:11 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] we_are_spc
Yep. :d

They have three heads, no arms, 2 tails and a set of wings. Cookies if you know what species out of media they belong with. :d (I won't say the lead one's name; it'll give it away.) but outside of that media he's got a clutch and about four of them showed up here after another system coneected to us by clan dealt with some nasty business. Jay's making sure they know the basics and are getting them settled in. He's a fire mage tiger shifter, as you know, so he's in his element right now. :) I'm not sure all of them will stay (The eldest will, but I'm not sure about the other four) but if they do they're quite welcome. :)

It's damn good to say my boy like this. It's not often that he gets to enjoy himself with setting up quarters for newbies. :d I love it when my collective members get to enjoy themselves this way. It helps all of us out and stuffs.

-Fallon~

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Thoughts and Critique

Date: 2017-09-30 03:51 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Hi,

I am a new reader of your threads and I am interested in keeping up with your writing. A friend linked me to your self-help threads and I find them really useful.

I am not black but I am a PoC (person of colour) and I have a few grievances with your choice of vocabulary in your poem.

I am strongly uncomfortable with your use of the n-word in both variations, as I'm assuming you are not black. Even if you are attempting to write from the perspective of someone who is black or assuming the character, you do NOT have the privilege of writing it. I am not going to address your use of AAVE even though it makes me uneasy but I would just suggest to be aware that you are not equating a "rough part of town" with predominately "black".

Also, this is actually something I personally feel really strongly about and since I want to continue to support your poetry, I hope that you will address.

Using food and especially words like "chocolate" to describe the colour of people's skin is extremely fetishistic and not okay. I don't want to just put you on the spot because I understand we all make mistakes so I want to link you to a few posts that can help you improve your knowledge about writing about PoC and give you alternatives when describing about characters of colour.
I find these links very helpful for my own writing and I would sincerely appreciate it if you took the time to read and understand the information presented in them yourself. Thank you for reading my post!

Describing skin tones of PoC:

PART 1: http://writingwithcolor.tumblr.com/post/95955707903/skin-writing-with-color-has-received-several

PART 2: http://writingwithcolor.tumblr.com/post/96830966357/writing-with-color-description-guide-words-for


Re: Thoughts and Critique

Date: 2017-10-02 07:46 am (UTC)
ravan: by Ravan (Default)
From: [personal profile] ravan
Of course no one ever describes white people having a "peaches and cream complexion", ever... because only PoC are described by food. And an acne scarred person is never described as a "pizza face". /s

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