Not For You

And that’s okay

What if a major piece of art or entertainment wasn’t made for you? (you=straight white guys, like me, for which most everything is made.)

Can you accept that art can be made for someone other than people like you (or me)?


Let’s be honest. Some of you are having a hard time with this. I haven’t had a big problem with it, myself. Not because I am some beta, soy boy, simp (and I don’t care if I am). It’s simple. I already know those stories.

I know Peter’s story. I know Bruce’s, Clark’s, Steve’s, Tony’s, et al.(weird how white, male those names are 🤔).

You know what I don’t know? I don’t know Kamala’s story. I don’t know Miles’, Shuri’s, Nubia’s, Keshana’s.

Beside’s, it’s not like all those Clints and Dicks aren’t still having amazing adventures.


Not all art is made for you (or me). Really. It isn’t. You don’t have to care about those other voices if you don’t want to. Those voices will speak whether you (or I) listen or not.

But I think those voices are too busy to care. Maybe, they don’t need you (or me) to listen. Maybe, they don’t worry about it at all.

Maybe you shouldn’t either.

Published by Just j

Author, photographer, music nerd and just this guy, you know.

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