often i think about how the labor of working classes was presented to me as a child and teen, and my basically complete reversal on how i felt about it after i started actually doing some of the work; i knew i loved working with my hands, but the only outlet available to someone like me seemed to be art, and i don't regret exploring that aspect at all, i sometimes wonder what an alternate life might've looked like for me.
while i didn't end up actually working towards any sort of electrician or welding work like i contemplated at one point (altho the chance is never over until i lay dead in the ground), i often wonder how many other people are kept out of those professions simply because they feel like the kind of spaces they or people who look like them belong. i hope i can help encourage people who are interested in those things to explore them, and i hope one day the false concept of them being antithetical to queers, bookworms, sensitive people, etc (as though the tool cares who wields it) is something that fades with time
