The introductory “Hate” monologue from I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream, with AM voiced by the TikTok TTS

Andulka
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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hello vonnie
Peter Solarz
$LAYYYTER

Janaina Medeiros
Cosmic Funnies

shark vs the universe
YOU ARE THE REASON

JBB: An Artblog!
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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The introductory “Hate” monologue from I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream, with AM voiced by the TikTok TTS
slavoj zizek email is a mood
me: “yeah I dated a guy in high school who came out as gay. it was before i knew i was a boy so needless to say it didn’t work out”
coworker: “damn dude was preordering”
other things this coworker (who is a cis guy) has done/said:
—got confused about why I’d never been a boy scout because he forgot i was trans
—told me he was gonna get top surgery scar tattoos to match me after i get mine
—laughs at all my trans jokes, even if they’re supremely unfunny
—calls me big dog (and him little dog) even though he is about as tall as two of me
— “I can’t believe she would say that transphobic thing to you. In June? Pride month?”
Once I said "My gender is whatever's funniest at the time" and my coworker stops dead in his tracks, turns slowly and says "So are your pronouns honk/honk?" killing me instantly
what a beautiful thing, to be queer. how lovely it is to be strange, to have edges that spill out over the lines, to be undefinable. the oddity of our hearts is something to be treasured. never change for anyone.
i’m just. very frustrated as an adult on a 17+ app being treated like i’m a little baby who can’t handle adult content or curate my own experience. it’s fucking stupid
take a jacket just in case
[image description: a digital painting of hands on an abstract laptop, all colored in oranges, reds, and yellows. There is text above and below that consists of a mixture of capitalized and lower case black letters against white banners say, 'Even thought we don't talk anymore, I still call you "My friend" in stories. I still check the weather forecast in your town.' At the very bottom of the image are 5 abstract weather icons, all against small blue backgrounds. From left to right there is: a white cloud with four blue raindrops, a yellow sun partially hidden behind a cloud, a yellow sun, a yellow sun half hidden behind a cloud again, and the yellow sun alone again. /end description]
puppy want a treat?
puppy want a fucking break from it all
you may be tempted to look at person of interest and say 'this show is clearly a crime drama explicitly about the post-9/11 surveillance state' and that's true it is that. but more importantly it's a yuri about two sociopath women finding love with the help of a supercomputer, who is also a girl.
Alleviating gender dysphoria, not with binding or packing, but a secret third thing (padding your waist and ribs until they are the same size as your breasts)
I’m sorry but this comment is sending me
Half of the fun of drinking hot tea is holding the warm cup in your freezing hands. Lizard on a rock moment.
one thing you won't know until you experience it for yourself when you create art out of love is how it feels when people receive it with love. when you post a doodle and someone keeps it as their lockscreen, or when you write a story and someone tells you they were thinking about it all day, or when you post a poem and someone shares it with a touching caption. doesn't matter if it was objectively good or not. matters that someone spent time with it, that someone really, really liked it, and you made it. this kind of interaction, i think, it can really sustain you for weeks. it can sustain you through a lot of terrible things. its confirmation that you exist, and that (however briefly) your existence was appreciated by someone else through your art.
Here’s the thing. If a friend, coworker, or loved one comes out as transgender and you are supportive to neutral about it, your relationship with them will actually likely not change much. They’re still the same idiot you knew before, just with a different gender now. But if you reject them, your relationship is strained or over now. Forever.
My relationship with most people in my life didn’t change much when I came out. If they were normal about it. If they weren’t, being around them stopped being pleasant and I started distancing myself from them almost involuntarily. Because when someone is suddenly awful to be around it’s genuinely difficult to maintain a relationship with them. Even if you want to.
Another person coming out as trans will usually have a very small impact on your life. Much smaller than you think it will. If you’re normal about it.
If a person refuses to accept you, they’ve made the calculations and have decided that a small inconvenience in learning new pronouns is more important than their entire relationship with you. Because even as a trans person, when a person in my life comes out as trans my relationship with them has never changed much. Whether you understand someone’s choice to transition or not, you’re not the one being most affected by this. No matter what your relationship is to the person. The person who is transitioning is always the one going through the most because of this situation. Using their name correctly is the least you can do to not make things actively worse for them.
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being a childless hag who lives alone is literally a blessing and a privilege not given to most
I talked to a woman in her 80s yesterday and she asked me if I had kids to which I replied "no" and she responded "good for you" which is the usual response I get from old women btw. They're all like "good, having children is the end of your life, the minute they are born it becomes all about feeding them, cleaning them... If I could go back in time... Young women nowadays are smart, they want to enjoy their lives before having kids, they want to have a stable life and only then decide if it's what they want. Good for them, good for you."
leave my loneliness u n b r o k e n The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe
We’re really sorry… For your loss.
two things
buenos dias