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This Biology Teacher Disproved Transphobia With Science
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Sex redefined
“The idea of two sexes is simplistic. Biologists now think there is a wider spectrum than that.”
More on anti-trans arguments as bad science
I’m just stuck on “females can be females because they lost a penis sword fighting contest”
Every horse movie
Sarah aynn: “no one understands me I hate you Mom for making us move out here in the middle of no where there’s not even cute boys” *runs away and finds mysterious farm* Old man wilkinson: “this right here lil lady is a hourisey if yer can tame t it’s yoires if not it’s goin back to the horse factory” Sarsjh: *walks up to horse and starts to pet its nose* “see girl? You and me aren’t so different after all” Old man wonka: “why I don’t believe it she done tamed ol’ misery I reckon she ought to sign her up for the horuse show and save the farm” *cut scene of Sarah sneaking out the house to ride her horse everyday until her mom finds out* Mom: “young lady you are GROUNDED!!!! You are not allowed to compete in the horse show” Staryah: “no Mom please” *runs away and almost gets hit by car but then the horse pushes the car out the way" Mom: “fucjkfidnb maybe that’s a good horse after all”
That moment when you get sick because you drank too much and you get the hiccups mid-barf, also because you drank too much, so you cough while still vomiting and basically sneeze out a mix of alcohol, an iced mocha, stomach acid, and pieces of a partially digested donut.
My best friend is a hair stylist and she usually does my hair, so I was trying to explain how I wanted it. Me: "I need my bangs cut, too. They're the same length as my hair right now." Friend: "Ok. Well, how do you want them?" Me: "I don't know how to explain hair, you know that." Friend: "Yeah, but I need an idea of how you want them styled." Me: "Uh... I guess... I don't know, woman. Make them do the swoosh." She had to put her scissors down because she was laughing so hard. I was just embarrassed. 😶
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self care for when you hit rock bottom
i fucking hate self care posts made by neurotypicals so here’s one from someone who Actually Gets It
-can’t shower or take a bath? me either. dry shampoo can make your hair look and feel cleaner, and baby wipes or makeup wipes work great to get the top layer of grime off your skin.
-can’t wash your sheets and make your bed? i feel you. push your blankets out of the way and shake the crumbs off your sheet. it will at least be a bit more comfortable.
-can’t even change out of your dirty pajamas? been there. hit yourself with some febreeze and a lint roller. if you can, brush your hair. if you can’t, hair ties and bobby pins are fantastic.
-can’t make anything to eat? same. if you can, there’s no shame in ordering food. in fact, it’s probably better you eat something rather than go hungry. if you can’t, try and find something that comes pre-made or takes minimal effort to make. at the very least, drink some water.
can’t respond to messages or reach out for help? yeah, i get that. set an alarm for a few hours from now and respond to any messages you need to once you’ve given yourself time to prepare. if they’re Important Messages that need Professional Responses, you can find fill-in-the-blank format rough drafts on google. as far as personal messages go, don’t feel bad for sending a mass “I’m sorry, I’m in a personal emergency right now. I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.” response to everyone.
-can’t even sleep because it’s so bad? asmr videos always knock me out, personally, but i also watch a lot of bob ross. just try to find something quiet and soothing to use as background noise and take your mind off it, or at least give you a more peaceful environment to think about it.
-can’t go for a walk/drive? try opening the blinds or curtains. you’re still exposing yourself to the outside world. baby steps. (i also play animal crossing or sims; it may be virtual but fuck it. i went on a walk.)
-can’t go into work/school? let people know. let your coworkers or classmates know it’s an emergency and you can’t make it. give yourself up to two days, but then you have to go back. ask to have your work emailed to you so you know what you missed.
-can’t brush your teeth and wash your face? makeup or baby wipes and gum or mouthwash. don’t let yourself physically rot bc you’re rotting emotionally.
-remember that you’ve been here before. if you survived then you can survive now. that’s what this is about- survival. you don’t have to be living your Best Life. right now, it’s more than enough that you’re alive.
When your pad’s on crooked but you don’t realize it until after you leave a public bathroom
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To me, anxiety is like being trapped inside yourself. Like someone has taken over your body, and you can't get away from it. It's being possessed by something that is determined to make you hate yourself and believe everyone else hates you, too. It tells you that everyone you know is scrutinizing your every move and judging you. It makes you push people away because you're not worthy of relationships. You are a broken person. Malfunctioning and irreparable. Fuck anxiety.
That moment when your period is three weeks late, but you haven't had sex in over a year, so you don't really care.
Anxiety for me is sitting in bed before work, convincing myself to walk out of my room and figure out how exactly to speak to my housemates that I've known for years. It's driving to work, thinking about all the things that could go wrong with my car on the way there and the phone call to my supervisors that would steal my breath, telling them I may not be coming in tonight because my vehicle is potentially unreliable, therefore I am unreliable. It's getting to my workstation, even after the nth time doing this, and my hands still shake so bad I drop my pen, the stapler, my paperwork. Can't seem to focus. Where did my pen go? People are watching me. They think I'm stupid. What was I doing? I'm going too slow. Where is that stupid pen? Anxiety for me is being unable to eat in the break room unless I'm sitting in a corner by myself because people might think the way I'm eating is weird. It's desperately needing a cigarette to calm myself down, but people in the smoke room are watching me, I can feel it. My mouth goes dry, and it's hard to swallow. I chew my bottom lip to shreds. It's walking back across the casino floor, trying my hardest to avoid eye contact or, god forbid, a question. It's fidgeting with my clothes, constantly making sure my zipper is up, my pants aren't crooked, my shirt is tucked, my vest is completely buttoned, my socks aren't showing, the fucking tongues of my shoes are straight. People might laugh and talk about me if not. It's being told by my coworker that I "always laugh at everything she does," so I desperately try to balance my laughter with silence for 8 hours, because I get asked if something is wrong when I don't talk at all. Anxiety is going to leave work at night and needing to tell everyone goodbye because leaving people out might make them think I don't like them, but my tone comes out strange with just that one word, so I dwell on it for the whole 35 minute drive home, wondering how their attitudes will change with me the next night. It's when I get home and one of my housemates locks the top bolt that I don't have a key to, but I refuse to knock and wake them up because they will hate me, so I text them, hoping one is awake or I will sit outside for however long it takes. It's being unable to answer the door when someone knocks or the phone when someone calls. It's telling myself in these situations that this is anxiety, just my mind blowing situations out of proportion, but not being able to stop the feelings of dread or worry. It makes me do ridiculous things and stops me from enjoying most of my life, but what else can I really do but just try to get through it one minute at a time? And sometimes anxiety is just sitting alone in my bedroom with not a thing to do, no people around, and my heart just starts going wild, my hands shake and sweat, and the air is barely making it to my lungs, so I have to close my eyes and focus on nothing but trying to breathe.
friend: u high? me: *reacts 10 seconds later* the fuck? no bitch
We should all be so lucky as to be annihilated instantly by something we adore.
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For the record, whole movie trope of kissing a girl mid-sentence makes so little sense to me like I love kissing as much as the next guy but if she’s tryna make a point idc if it’s about some deep emotional shit or her feelings on chicken fajitas let her finish the sentence like damn do you really care that little about what she has to say
I've never had a cashier blatantly look at me like I was stupid until the other day when it was like 20 degrees with some major windchill outside and I put gas at Tobacco Plus and needed cigarettes, so instead of going inside after standing in the fucking freezing cold for 5 minutes, I got into my toasty warm car and went through the drive thru, and the look this woman gave me... Y'all. This woman basically told me to fuck off with her eyes.
