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It's my 15 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳
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It drives me bonkers when people say they wanted to see the science behind advice given during the pandemic BECAUSE THE SCIENCE WAS BEING SHARED. You just didn’t understand it or pay attention!
My TA was like, “masks were stupid because they didn’t work since not everyone was wearing them and then at one point they told us fabric masks weren’t effective all of a sudden.” And I was like… dude, come ON. It’s not the “science’s” fault people were refusing to mask properly. And it’s not the “science’s” fault that you didn’t understand that omicron or delta variants (I forget which one) became so communicable that medical masks were better protection.
This week has been exhausting from all the stupid shit people (especially students and fellow teachers) have been arguing with me about.
ideal ways for me to die
1. old age, peacefully in my sleep
2. after a long and illustrious career i am at a rooftop gala hosted in my honor. i am wearing a beautiful gown, holding a glass of red wine, standing by the railing. a scorned lover approaches and, after a passionate spat, they push me over the edge of the building. the wine glass goes flying, splattering their outfit in red as a visual metaphor for the blood on their hands. as i descend my gown flies around me like two beautiful wings, a bird in flight. a photographer on the street manages to take a photo before i hit the ground and that photo wins the pulitzer. a new york times think piece is released regarding whether or not it's moral to profit off a photo of someone's death. the think piece also wins a pulitzer.
3. sex accident.
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so does anyone even like AB blood or…?
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i’ll drink it if there’s nothing else but it kinda blows
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guys there is literally no discernible difference between blood types. blood is blood its all the same
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you don’t even know how wrong you are
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Umm. I like AB? Maybe it has something to do with me being type AB before dying but it’s my favourite.
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omg. OMG. GUYS. WHAT IF YOUR FAVORITE BLOOD TYPE IS JUST WHAT WOULDVE BEEN COMPATIBLE WITH YOUR BLOOD TYPE BEFORE VAMPIRIFICATION?????
THATS WHY WE ALL LOVE O NEGATIVE. IT ALL MAKES SENSE!!!!
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hate to ruin your theory but i don’t like o neg
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what the fuck is wrong with you
already october. that'd freak me out if any year since 2019 had been real. luckily they haven't
The Bluey Instagram account is personally thanking my eldest daughter for enhancing their streaming minutes during the past week.
Feeling so hashtagBlessed right now.
I am definitely not cut out for being a full-time stay at home mom.  This morning my older daughter fell face first off the bed. She’s usually really good about staying away from the edges but she was trying to reach into the bassinet, which was pushed away. Then this afternoon, I accidentally shut her hand in the drawer.
 Wee Bab has been crying all day long unless I’m holding her which means Big Bab is bored and feeling neglected and getting into trouble like sitting on the glass, top side tables that we’ve been meaning to replace for a long time. We have different side tables, but I haven’t finished assembling them yet. It’s a little hard to find the time.
Also, I am super sweaty this summer. Is anyone else super sweaty? Even inside with the AC on, I’m just sweating all the time. 
Another frustration of mine is that I have the will to accomplish a bunch of things that we’ve been meaning to do for a while - AND I technically have the time to do them because it’s still summer break - but because of the girls and my husband working, I don’t actually have any free time to do any of it.
Taking care of my kids doesn’t feel quite as “productive” as being able to check of a bunch of chores from a list.
Motherhood is such a joy…
Nah, I do love being a mother, I just think I’m better as a working mom. Not to mention it’s a hell of an adjustment to going for one kid to kids and both of them being under the age of 2. 
Yes!!! The daycare I wanted has an open spot! I am very essite.
And… gross… it costs more than our mortgage…
We can afford it (mostly because we have a really small mortgage due to my husband’s smart real estate decisions during 2009 after living at home until the age of 25) but that still sucks. And we’re not even doing a full week! Just 3 days!
But I’m really hopeful this is a turning point for my daughter’s speech development. She will be 22 months at the end of August and still no words. We’ve tried teaching more signs but she still only knows “more” and she’s not always great about using it. I really don’t understand what the block is. Speech therapy doesn’t seem to be helping much. My husband didn’t learn to speak until he was 3 and then developed speech just fine from there, so maybe she’s just an outlier?
The speech therapist believes it’s autism but I disagree. I also wouldn’t trust any testing done before age 2 at the earliest and even before age 3, I’d be skeptical. I think the other things that the therapist is interpreting as ASD are either ADHD, willfulness (just. like. her mutha!) or standard toddler fare. For example, we realized my daughter stopped responding to her name most of the time so I googled how to get a toddler to respond to their name and within two days of me and my husband implementing the tricks, she was responding more. Basically, if you’re mostly saying your kid’s name when she’s doing something wrong, she’ll start ignoring you when you call her name. Imagine that!
Although… I did find the article on a website for parents of autistic children, so maybe…
My hair has reached the length where it can get caught in my armpits, which is super frustrating because then the ends of my hair sometimes smell like armpits.
I didn’t want to reblog the long commentary chain after this and the second poster deleted so I couldn’t reblog directly but JFC am I sick of this shit. “Oh okay I’ll just never [X] again.” Fucking emotional manipulation bullshit.
Proper response: “Good.”
🎶 turning the Hatch up so I can eat chips I’m bed while Wee Bab sleeps in her bassinet 🎶
I was trying to find my old tumblr but I think it’s gone. Did tumblr do a purge? Or did I completely delete it? I can’t remember.
Also, it’s 1.30 am and I should not be awake.
I drank an “orange” wine tonight because I thought it was a rosé and didn’t realize until the cashier mentioned it but decided to try it anyway…
It’s been five hours and I am still offended by what happened to my mouth.
I graduated high school in 99.
There was a student at our school named Wayne.
Wayne was gay. It was obvious. He was unable to stay in the closet even if he wanted to. To make matters worse, he was also Black. From a bullying standpoint, that was not a great combo. Both Black and white students made fun of him relentlessly. He was ostracized from the only community that may have given him protection. Only us theater kids stuck up for him, but not to significant effect.
Wayne was bullied so much that at one point he finally snapped and attacked his bullies with a lunch tray. I was actually seated in perfect line of sight and just sat there chewing my soggy fries in stunned silence. It didn't even seem real as I was witnessing it. The image of him wailing on his main bully as the food on his tray flew off is permanently logged into my long term memory.
The bully he attacked had blood all over his face and went straight to the nurse. Other than superficial cuts, he was not injured.
Before the attack, Wayne went to teachers for help. He went to guidance counselors for help. He went to the principals for help.
He did all of the things you were supposed to do. No one helped him. They wagged a finger at the bullies and warned them to stop.
Wayne's lunch tray melee was the only thing that worked. His bullies stayed far away from him. But a week later Wayne was expelled and the bullies were given no punishment.
So... no.
No one in my school talked about being trans.
Because the only way to survive being openly queer was to bash people with a lunch tray.
Graduated high school in 1990. There was one guy in my class who was bullied and called gay because... he liked wearing eyeliner. That's it. he had a girlfriend. He's still, afaik, straight and cis. But he wore one item of makeup and had a fashion sense and that was enough. I left my small town and went to college at an extremely liberal private college and immediately met trans and gay and bisexual and lesbian people and started considering my own identity, which it had not been safe to do AT ALL in high school.
And later learned that a number of people I'd known in high school were queer. By later, I mean 20 years later when we all found each other on facebook.
Kids started calling me a "lesbo" on the playground and beating me up for it while I was in elementary school. I became "boy crazy" as a form of self defense. If I was a slut, at least I wasn't a dyke.
It was a joke in my family that my youngest sibling hated dresses, which of course were mandatory for "girls." Ha ha, it's funny, ha ha. Because of course we just have to put up with wearing dresses.
That's my brother. Jake. He graduated from HS in 2001.
Fuck that asshole. We broke ourselves trying to survive. Some of us didn't.
If you were in the UK, there was a little thing called Section 28 that made it illegal for schools to discuss "homosexually" (which was the catch all for any non-het, non-cis identity) in a positive light. Three internet wasn't an easily accessible thing yet, and positive representation in the media vanishingly rare. Many of us who have grown up to be some variety of queer literally did not know there were options beyond Gay Man (predatory or tragic, will be dead from AIDS by 30), Lesbian (ugly and shrill, always predatory) or Transvestite (see Gay Man but more laughable).
Aside from similar experiencing similar levels of violence and ostracisation to those described by previous posters, would my mental health been better had I known I was bisexual and genderqueer at 15 (rather than 28 and 39 respectively) instead of being keenly aware that I was Doing Woman Wrong despite trying Really Hard to be normal and not sure how I was still failing? Almost certainly.
Do I remember Eddie Izzard describing herself in the mid 90s as "a lesbian with a man's body" and feeling a strong sense of kinship, albeit the other way around, and then immediately dismissing it because female "transvestites" didn't exist, so I guess I couldn't feel like that? Painfully.
So why didn't you get kids coming out at trans prior to 2000? Because if we weren't getting any non-conformity beaten out of us by peers/teachers/parents, we were beating it out of ourselves thinking we were the only ones who felt like this so it could be real.
Yall are talking 2000 and earlier but ik kids at my fucking school who are too terrfied to come out bc they're in a bad class.
I spent middle school clutching my identity in secret because if it came out I was more then a emo girl with funky colored hair we'd be fucking dead. Litterly.
We went to a good school, in a big-ish city. Our current school is considred one of the queerest, and yet we can still point out each and every closeted person we only know to be trans because they've confided in us.
Its still like this. It's better, but it's never been the time. It's been that if we come out, we're fucking dead.
Graduated high school in 1996. One of the first people I met in the school who wasn't awful to me was a splendid, but awkward individual who took me home and handed me off to their big sister as a more suitable mentor for a weird, loud, mouthy little baby lesbian.
Said person was several grades ahead of me, and graduated long before I did, but I remained very close with the sister.
Said person fully transitioned the minute we were all out of high school, and he was my manager at my first full-time office job. No, he never talked about being trans on campus. He would have been beaten to death by the other students. But he was trans, and the minute he could live his truth, he did.
The secret to writing relatable characters is to picture yourself in their circumstances, carefully fix in your mind exactly what information would be available to you in that situation, and figure out what the worst possible decision you can imagine yourself honestly thinking seemed like a good idea at the time is.
When people say “don’t write idiot plots”, that doesn’t mean never have characters make stupid decisions: it means don’t have them make decisions that are stupid simply because they’re convenient for the plot. Your characters’ choices should be well reasoned and well justified from their own perspective, and at the same time, from a hypothetical omniscient observer’s perspective the dumbest fucking thing you’ve ever heard.