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ValKree Some peeps have no idea that a secretarial job can be nice 5-figure salary if they are a PA to a CEO. This opens opportunities to 6-figure salary and business class trips.

Cleaners can drive sports cars from profits they may gain from being a sub contractor. BTW, most people need to complete a certification to be able to be a cleaner. It's a profession after all. I heard of one guy who ran a cleaning business as a partnership for schools across a region. He did so well he was able to invest in real estate and now a multi millionaire.

So, yeah, think peeps need to think twice before dissing or snobbing on a role.

Regardless. Respecting others is being the decent human.

ValKree Sadly, it's just how society is. However, science is not helping their case. Many people cite studies where they say that Janitors and other people in that job type have the lowest IQs. Despite that, I still feel they could be treated better tbh. People are People.

ValKree When I was younger, I was always told that it was fine to not clean up after myself at places where there were janitors; the adults would say, “it’s their job,” or “they’re paid to clean things up.”

I couldn’t quite understand why that equated to the mindset that it was fine to leave a mess, until I came across a quote in my teen years that goes like this: ‘first class facilities, third class mentalities,’ which perfectly described those people who think it’s fine to be unhygienic assholes at public places. Additionally, these assholes were also the ones who would always remind their kids to study hard so they won’t end up having to do a “low-class job” like being janitors or any jobs in the service industry.

Didn’t realise I grew up with toxic adults. Good thing the internet existed so I wasn’t led astray, lol.

Veronica8 Yeah, it seems that society is built on stereotypes and ignorance but that's how it's always been? The thing that bothers me is that even if janitors are dumb as students think, they think they can be rude to their faces. Putting someone down who tries to make a living by serving snobby kids every day...pathetic.
I would understand if the janitors I know are lazy, but the men I know are not. If anyone deserves to be looked down on, it's not them.
I respect people until they do something grave enough to become someone in the background. It sucks to see I'm one of the few people in my community who entertains this thought. I can't wait to see future generations (nope).

CautiousTitan Society has always been sad, I've realized this since a child. Yeah, studies about IQ is probably what fuels the mentality. I wonder how society would react if it was different, if sanitary workers all have a decent IQ. I don't even know my IQ but I wouldn't want to be judged because of a number. Sucks, I'll be judged by numbers anyway...perhaps we're only a number.
I don't know, I think everyone can be treated better if they don't harm anyone. People around me seem to love harming others who haven't touched them. Unfortunately, nothing would change. The change would be buried by the sheer numbers.

ihateyounot I've been told that too! Also, it's pointless to recycle and sort items but I did it anyway. I cleaned after myself because I like leaving things clean.
Dang, that quote is something. I agree with your second paragraph so much. I'm tearing up because all my life, I've been the one judged for cleaning after myself. I never understood the odd part about cleaning in public spaces.
It's great that you realized though. I've known since I was a small child who still believed in unicorns. Yeah, I was that young and a Negative Nancy. My parents aren't very toxic, but the adults who were around us were barrels of acid and bitterness. shudders

Seriously, I love you all. Not because we share similar sentiments, but because you showed me that although many are f*****, there are some gems.

Forty-Seventh Thought: What people think when I tell them I write a BL novel (long rant that may be insignificant)

I rarely get positive responses although I do see progress in accepting the LGBTQ+ community in an ever-changing society. First off, I would say that I'm proud of writing BL but the prejudice against it is overwhelming. My peers would ask about what I write and when I list A Warrior's Love, I know I have to warn them.
"Oh, that one is a BL. You know, boy x boy or contains homosexuality..."
I have collected different views and I try to not feel discouraged every single time. I've been asked whether the male characters kiss a lot or do the deed every chapter. I always reply with a straight face "I'm not a p••• writer."
Apparently, it's also more acceptable if the characters don't show their love through skin contact. I call that bullshit. I always wonder if they would also read a heterosexual romance book without seeing intimacy.
They also ask if there is a top or bottom. More feminine one? I mean, seriously! Why can't two men full of tostesterone and insecurities be versatile when heterosexual couples can? Why does one have to be weaker? Why can't they both be weak for each other? Or strong for each other?
Most questions about the novel are based on sex which I do not like to discuss because my novel is more than two men having a••• sex! Besides, I haven't written such scenes yet. I might never.
Anyway, I am an author who is secretly a romantic in this harsh world. I put what I wish for in my novels so my characters can live the life I can't have.
I want all my lovers to be open and trusting with each other. They learn to feel comfortable around their SO, that they can share their experiences without feeling shame. They are patient with each other, never forceful or rushed. Sure, there may be episodes full of angst and blood, but communication is key. Trust is key. Knowing that they are enough for their SO is what I want to write. I would try to avoid fits of tremendous jealousy although that is common. Characters will refrain from using violence on their partner. They think twice before speaking because they are afraid to lose their source of happiness and strength. Both parties help each other, they walk together, cry together, perhaps even die together! (Totally not a spoiler for any novel). This is what I want to write between hetero couples, gay couples, lesbian couples...
I hate reading smut every two chapters. When sex scenes take up more than actual storytelling, I'm out. I hate reading about aggressive behaviour towards the person you should cherish like your life. If a character always lets the abuser back into their life, I'm out. I hate reading excessive drama that could be solved by one sentence that would come out if it wasn't for pride. Can't say "sorry" or "I love you because..."? My best friend is the door right there. I hate reading characters who prance around a bush or do unecessary things to 'win' their partner. I don't like reading about constantly treating SOs as objects. It doesn't matter either if they're male or female.
I do write about these things, but I don't glorify it as 'love' or 'proof' of love. Perhaps my vision of love is too out of reach. My type of love has been described as easy love, but it really isn't.
Love should promote growth. Lovers grow together after growing alone for so long. They grow to their graves and their love helps grow trees. Love should not be a burden or obligation. It shouldn't be for entertainment or for periodical satisfaction.
Love is not only what happens in a bed. It's what happens when one fails, when the other reacts to momentary solitude, when one is sick, when the other is stressed, it's what happens between the two every second of the day and night. How lovers are affected by each other.
I'm going off on a long and boring rant, but I don't appreciate being seen as a perverted author just because I write BL. I put so much thought into the relationships I want to see and read more often. I'm a broken person, but my ideas of healthy relationships are too boring or too childish? Listening to someone you love is childish? Sharing true feelings is childish! Oh, I think my eyes will roll back soon.
I put so much emotions into creating real, but healthy relationships just to be judged by two letters: BL. BL isn't bad. BL is also a broad genre. Toxic relationships are probably bad.
I've been single for so long and I've been called picky or my standards are too high. I'm trying to live a dream or whatnot. I just don't want to be killed for something that should revive me. If a good novel and relationship these days is the opposite of what I envision, I want no part in it.
I was never one to follow the crowd. I'm probably going to regret posting this, but I wanted to take this load off my chest for a bit. I apologize for repeating so much and if you read the whole thing...what made you do it?

ValKree There're pros and cons to any genre. LGBTQ characters or components in stories tend to have a typical response, which you've pointed out here. Especially for fantasy fiction. Somehow, I get the response from peeps I know that when I say I'm writing a fantasy with a gay protagonist, they instantly think Roman Gladiators. Like where did that askew perception come from?

I guess it comes down to most readers generalized perception of Yaoi/gay romance content. I do admit that a lot of the gay romance can amount to smut. Similar to a lot of hetero porn/hentai. So, unfortunately, a stigma exists that gay romance or elements are akin to nothing but porn. You and I know that's not necessarily true.

It's a constant battle I've faced for many years. I've been rejected by a large publication house, in my early years of writing, because they didn't want to invest in the risk of selling a high fantasy story with a gay protagonist. It was kind of unthinkable until the popularity of boys love had opened the way for LGBTQ stories and protagonists into mainstream categories.

LGBTQ+ fiction/protagonists has only really been inducted into mainstream categories in the last 10 years, as I've seen it. There's still a lot of old school thinking that takes some time to see beyond the stereotype.

I think the only way to bridge the gap of perception is to ensure more quality stories and content are made to make a difference.

It's cool I've found a fellow BL writer on here. :grin:

Forty-Ninth Thought: I'm Confused, Am I a Mom or Dad and Why are Titles Getting Longer?

Alright, another cute storytime with ValKree. So, when I was still in elementary school, I was very close with a small boy who used to be bullied because of his size. I wonder how hes doing now...
Anyway, one day that I thought was a normal day, he found me during recess. Why? To give me a pink card with my name on it. Well, half of my name because he couldn't spell past "Chris". I asked him what the card was. I didn't think it was my birthday.
I opened it up to see it was for Mother's Day. I didn't know what to say because im not his mother and he spent time to make me a card. I asked him why he gave me the card. He said it had my name on it, duhh.
I asked why he wouldn't give it to his real mom. He says that I spent more time with him every day which was about two hours a day. I found that bit a little sad, but he still loved his mom.
Alright, so I asked why the card was pink. He got upset and started waving his arms around. "I know, right? You like blue and I was about to choose blue paper but they said it's for dads! They're so annoying." I suddenly realized that I may have been influencing him. I was a proud momma bird but I hoped his mother wouldn't cause me trouble for what I did. She never did.
Then, he has an idea to remedy the pink cards. "For Father's Day, I will make two cards. One for daddy and one for you!"
To this day, I'm not sure if I'm a mom or dad. I have gotten past getting a son in name, but what was I?

Dang...my life has been crazy. So many odd situations I found myself in. This is only one of a tonne.

Fiftieth Thought: Childhood Lovers (hehe, is this clickbait? Let's see)

When I was in kindergarten, I was close friends with two boys and one of them was named Chris, which is similar to my real name. Chris was my first friend and we connected for so many reasons. We had similar names, we couldn't speak English and we were bullied for our stupidity.
The other kid was Dan. He came later than us, from another country. We were the class' three Musketeers. Yeah, we did risky business every other day.
One day, when we were calmer we sat at the kitchen set and pretended to be a family. The boys took turns being my boyfriend. They were so different, but adorable.
Chris saw me 'making' food and offered to make macaroni and cheese. That's my favorite food. He told me that if I'm ever his girlfriend, he would want to help cook. He knows I'm clumsy so he would be afraid for my hands.
Dan and Chris started arguing about who would make a better boyfriend. Then, they asked me but I was too young to understand what a boyfriend is. I thought they meant a friend who is a boy...so I said both can be my boyfriend.
Chris said he would fight anyone for me. He would even beg my parents "when we're all growed up." We also lived in the same block so our families see each other often. Now that I'm older, that sentence got a bit awkward.
Then, Dan rolled up his sleeves and loomed over Chris. Dang, was he tall for little me. He looked angry and said, "well, I would want her to be happy." He had a face that said 'Take that, brother!'
Baby me just laughed along with their shenanigans and now, I really miss them. I heard one of them has a girlfriend now and I only hope he is the dream boyfriend he vowed to be so long ago.
The other boy, I lost all contact with and his grandmother moved before I could ask for his contact information. At that time, I had my own phone and I had a feeling he did too.
Being with the boys was the best memory during the dark years of elementary school. Our relationships lasted for only three years, but I cherish them even today. If I hadn't met them in kindergarten, I don't know if I'd be slightly happy in school.