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if i look back, i am lost
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[Image ID: Tweet with identifying information blocked out reading: A little kid at soccer got hit in the face with the ball and all the parents on the sideline clapped and said "wow great stop nice job good defense" before he had a chance to cry, and that kind of gaslighting is what we mean when we say it takes a village. /End ID]
speaking of peeing the bed it's been long enough that i can tell this story publicly. in high school i went to a party at some house with no adults, as you sometimes would, and at the end of the night like 10 people all clonked out together in the same bed. fully clothed, one of those teenage moments where you're like wow heehee how rule-breaking, because sure a lot of our parents wouldn't like us sleeping in a bed with a bunch of other teenagers and no adult supervision blah blah. fond memories. anyway.
i'm an extremely light sleeper, so i barely slept, and sometime around 6 am, i woke up to a girl totally panicking, very quietly, because she peed the bed in her sleep. and listen. this wasn't a group of mean kids by any measure. but there's no level of kindness or understanding in the world that will make peeing the bed when you're 17, surrounded by people you only sort of know, a gentle blow.
so i sat up and she was like "oh my god" and I signaled at her to be absolutely silent and I said I'd be right back. And I crawled over everyone and out of the bed like a stupid cat.
and the thing is, by senior year i wasn't getting bullied much anymore. i was generally pretty well liked by my peers, but, if this makes sense, people still didn't always expect very much from me. i was still figuring out how to mask (autistic) and i still often said or did something that made everyone remember i'm weird and they'd just be like "well. that's story for you. i guess." and for the most part i'd become pretty secure in that.
so what i'm saying is i had nothing to lose and this girl had everything to lose.
so i went downstairs and i made tomato soup. and by "made" i mean i put a whole can of tomato soup in a too-small mug and microwaved it until it was lukewarm so as to be convincingly "made" but not so hot to burn someone.
and then i walked back upstairs, and no longer like a cat, i clumsily "attempted" to crawl back into bed, loudly lost my balance, and spilled tomato soup all over the girl and her lap and several other people's laps and heads and the mattress.
everyone woke up confused and anguished and i was like, "oh my god, I'm so sorry. I just got really hungry and it's all i could find."
and everyone immediately accepted with absolutely no further questions that I would go downstairs, make tomato soup at 6 am,and bring it back to bed. everyone just begrudgingly climbed onto the floor and went back to sleep while I put the bedding right into the laundry.
i don't even know this girl's name. i only remembered this story recently because i'm in my hometown for a few months and recently a high school acquaintance said, "hey. do you remember spilling soup on everyone after prom? why did you do that?" and for a moment i genuinely did not and i stared at them completely dumbfounded while the memory loaded and then i started laughing too hard to answer for 2 minutes.
the best part is i can tell this story, and even if it reaches the people who were there, none of them will know which one of them peed the bed. thanks to tomato soup.
people keep pointing out how bewildering this must have been from her point of view and it's making me laugh to tears. i never considered it. i had such a solid plan in my head. i went downstairs to find something to dump on the bed and when i saw the tomato soup i knew it was perfect because it has a distinct smell that would cover anything else and a color which would do the same.
i was so focused on my mission that in the 14 years since i've never once considered what it must have been like for her to decide to trust me because she had no other options, sit there in anguish for three minutes, and then watch me walk back into the room and dump soup on everyone.
kids deserve so much more respect and it turns out that saying that is a great way to locate the horrible people in any community <3
you'll say something as simple as "no child deserves to be hit" and people will crawl out of the woodwork to explain why they should be allowed to beat a 6 year old for spilling some water
you'll say "i think it's weird that adults literally have control over when children are allowed to use the bathroom" and up pops a teacher to say that when they're not shouting at the kids they teach, they're trying to stop them from hiding in the bathrooms
you'll say "i think children shouldn't be forced to eat food they hate" and here comes someone who feeds their kids plain rice and boiled chicken (while eating a nicely seasoned stirfry) claiming that it's okay actually and kids shouldn't be allowed to taste things
you'll say "i think kids should have bodily autonomy" and in comes someone who pierced their babies ears before it was even 24 hours old, frothing at the mouth because their kid wanted a haircut and thats somehow an insult
children are an oppressed class and everyone should be looking back at their own childhoods and making sure they don't ever make a child feel the same way they felt.
So apparently Tumblr ate my original post about this but:
A couple weeks ago I’m going to get lunch and as I open the fridge, my mother attempts to communicate to me that any chicken currently in the fridge is ok for people to eat, because the chicken that was intended for the dog to eat has been used up.
What she actually says is, “That’s human chicken.”
After taking a minute to process all horrible implications of the phrase “human chicken”, I decide to go a different route and hold the tupperware of chicken out to my sister, saying, “Behold, a man!”
This was evidently the wrong choice, as it meant I had to explain to my parents who Diogenes was, thereby cementing the incident in their minds and leading to me, just now, opening the fridge to see the following incredibly cursed image:
This is the funniest post I have ever read on Tumblr for so many…many reasons.
A couple weeks ago I’m going to get lunch and as I open the fridge, my mother attempts to communicate to me that any chicken currently in the fridge is ok for people to eat, because the chicken that was intended for the dog to eat has been used up.
dragons
DRAGONS LOCATED
[Image ID: a picture of the inside of a fridge. A glass container of shredded meat is labeled as "Human." End ID]
I'm recovering from a tonsillectomy and I felt well enough yesterday to go to the makerspace (had to take 2 breaks on the 10 minute walk home but I made it!).
I made a bat bag! I just drew out some shapes on scrap packing paper, cut out the materials, went to the space and essentially zoned out for 3 hours.
I expected it to be big enough for my phone but I didn't bother measure it so it is wide enough but it sticks out by nearly 2 inches. It is the perfect size for my prescription bottles and the head is also a pocket for cough drops (which don't seem to do much for the mouth pain but do help keep my mouth from tasting like something died in it).
Here's my little medic on call:
I did the oval body piece twice with black fleece and once with cheap maroon fabric to have a second inside pocket.
The head I did twice so it could be a pocket. I ended up shaving a bit off the top corners where the ears go.
I did the wings as one set with the edge on the fold. I just did a stitch along the outline and down the nodes for structure and aesthetic.
The ears I did twice in black and twice in maroon.
I free styled the feet nubs so no pattern for that.
I'm planning an armadillo drawstring bag for next time I have energy.
[Image IDs:
Image 1: a black, bat shaped bag with a pink button nose.
Image 2: the same bag with the head shaped flap open.
Image 3: the bat bag across a person's chest with the wings folded over the bat's torso.
Image 4 wrinkled packing paper cut into a sewing pattern: an body, wing, head, and ear. End ID]
Listening to a podcast
"Let's take a word from our sponsor."
*Skip ahead a minute* "You can-"
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*Skip ahead a minute* "300,000-"
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*Skip ahead a minute* "T-shirts-"
*Skip ahead a minute* "Motherfuck-"
*Go back 15 seconds*
does anyone know how to make a desicion
never mind i figured it out it's like when tracy chapman said leave tonight or live and die this way
Some reptiles shed their outer layer in one full piece.
my pet Plastic Bag
[Image ID: an intact reptile skin on a wooden floor with the arms and legs outstretched. End ID]
Dungeon meshi is about taking care of yourself physically so you can be fucking insane at full capacity
eat a good meal and get plenty of rest so that you can reach new levels of autism and faggotry
[ID: A list of 11 points titled “Characteristics of Pseudoscience” that are as follows:
Is unfalsifiable (can’t be proven wrong): Makes vague or unobservable claims
Relies heavily on anecdotes, personal experiences and testimonials
Cherry picks confirming evidence while ignoring/minimizing disconfirming evidence
Uses technobabble: Words that sound scientific but don’t make sense
Lacks plausible mechanism: No way to explain it based on existing knowledge
Is unchanging: Doesn’t self-correct or progress
Makes extraordinary/exaggerated claims with insufficient evidence
Professes certainty: Talks of “proof” with great confidence
Commits logical fallacies: Arguments contain errors in reasoning
Lacks peer review: Goes directly to the public, avoiding scientific scrutiny
Claims there’s a conspiracy to suppress their ideas
A logo in the corner shows a smiling cartoon brain lifting a weight and says "Thinking Is Power." /End ID.]
i mean this in the nicest way possible but some of you need to learn how to be annoyed
people are going to annoy you and that’s not a reason to burn bridges or blow up relationships
some people will even annoy you often! some people aren’t good at social cues and will therefore be frequently annoying! still not a reason to blow everything up!
part of developing your sense of community is learning how to tolerate people being annoying to you
it’s no great hardship to include even the people you find a bit irritating in your community
this post is about everyone who’s kind of annoying (which. everyone is annoying sometimes) but it’s also specifically about neurodivergent people who are just trying to exist in their communities without being ostracized for not doing every social interaction perfectly
“I don’t take the bus because children annoy me” is the most “I’ve never ridden the bus before” take. it’s almost never kids “causing issues” on the public bus. it’s almost always a 60 year old white person who is inexplicably enraged at everyone around them and also hopelessly lost
Luckily where I'm at, I get more variation of loud bus passengers. There is a lot of noise that I do have to take a second to regulate my response. The first thing I do is ask myself, "would I be doing the same think with less of a filter?" That question is usually enough. Bit the second question that covers just about anything else is "is it hurting me or someone else?" Luckily for me the answer has only been no once.
Kid crying? Like op said, rare, but when it happens? Yeah kid, I feel that. Life is rough and the bus is not a a calming experience for everybody.
Guy singing to himself? I did that in public when I was 15 and I probably annoyed people without me realizing. Now it's his turn. Who cares if he's 30.
Someone's playing a video with no headphones? I wouldn't do it but I've definitely wanted to when I found myself without. Cue fantasy where I'm rich and keep a bunch of headphones on me to pass out to commuters like its Halloween. One instance it was clearly a kids movie and I was like "is the sound of a distant kids movie better that the sound of a kid crying? Yes" I'm not gonna expect a 2-3 year old to wear headphones.
Woman in the chair next to me swaying occasionally bumping into me? I have no right to assume what's up with her and she's not hurting me. When I pulled for my stop she noticed and got up to let me pass no problem.
I felt a frantic and forceful tap on my shoulder on the bus the other day. As I was turning around the guy who did it was already apologizing then asked if I "saw that" and would not clarify what "that" was was. It was jarring for sure, but he did apologize immediately. No way of telling if he's fucking with me, mentally I'll, just has trouble communicating, or if I'm a normie character in a modern fantasy novel, but I'm wasn't hurt, only startled, so I went back to minding my business.
The only time I really felt had to intervene was when the bus driver wasn't letting wheelchair users on because the accessible seating was "full". Luckily the two (2) passenger sitting there adjusted as soon as I started talking to the "I can't tell people to move" driver. The woman with the walker folded it and put it away and her friend sitting across from her moved herself and her bags to the middle of the bus. I didn't even have to ask, they did it as soon as they noticed what the driver was doing.
This was longer than I expected when I started, so sorry about that, but, like, people around you are allowed to make noise and take up space and the sooner people practice being okay with that, the less annoyed they will be.
Nurse checking me in: when was your last period?
Me, genderqueerly: May. I'm on Testosterone.
Nurse: yas girl! ....*quieter* yes...dude...?
Image ID: meme captioned "He a little confused, but he got the spirit"
the thing with D20 On A Bus is that having an absolute newbie DM a bunch of experts could actually be a really cool concept if done genuinely. having someone just Try their Best and occasionally mess up while experts try to work with what they get is something I'd actually watch
i feel like if i'd seen brennan's video out of context i would've clocked it was a bit, not necessarily because "i'm quitting hosting dimension 20 to make american girl doll shoes" is on its face absurd, but because while i believe there is a universe where brennan is that fixated on american girl dolls and characters, there is absolutely no universe in which brennan lee mulligan is fixated on american girl and pronounces josefina's name wrong
"men don't need to be afraid walking around at night"
Unless they're black
"men make more than women in jobs"
Black men make less than white women on average
"men don't get followed around by people who mean them harm"
Black men are heavily policed and regularly jumped and killed for just walking down the street
"no one tells a man what he can and cannot do with his own body"
Black men are repeatedly assaulted and have their hair forcibly shaved or cut for wearing their hair natural and in culturally important styles. Black men who choose body modifications like tattoos or piercings are branded as thugs. Black men who have children and black men who don't have children are both regarded as players, hounddogs, absent fathers, and baby daddies, as if the logical answer is that no one's first choice of partner and father of their children would ever be a black man.
"no one judges a man's worth based on his clothes"/"a man isn't ever in danger no matter what he wears"
Black men are required to look presentable and professional according to eurocentric standards, push themselves into clothes not made for their bodies, and be highly uncomfortable in their daily lives or else risk 'fitting the profile' or 'matching the description' and getting detained by police AT BEST for the crime of existing in public. Black men wearing comfortable clothes are seen as sloppy, thugs, gangsters, street rats, hood and ghetto.
"no man fears rape"
The rape and sexual assault of black men ties directly to black buck stereotypes and black fetishization to the point where liking a black person or having your dating pool be open to black people is treated like a sexuality much like being gay. People are both threatened by and aroused by our bodies and that leads them to perform extreme acts of violence on us, including rape, SA, coercion, trafficking, and more. Much like how "tranny" and "lesbian" is a porn category, so is Big Black Cock. Sometimes with us featured as the rapist. Sometimes with us featured as the victim. Almost never with us featured as intimate, passionate, loving, tender. Black men are either to be feared and reviled, or to be broken and forced to submit. Direct ties to slavery with white people still getting off to our suffering.
Just say you don't care as much about black people's suffering and go, jesus.
I have privilege because I sometimes pass as a man? Try walking in my shoes for a while. Turns out being a black man vs being a black woman isn't always so different.
I do think it's really interesting that I have a lot of black butches and trans mascs on this post verifying in their tags that yes they've lived both as 'black woman' and as 'black man' and 'black man' is really not the improvement it's advertised to be and in the mean time I have also a bunch of nonblack people and especially white europeans saying this post is stupid and no one who agrees knows anything about what it's like to be a black woman and I'm just wondering out of the two options who do you think is more knowledgeable about what black people go through? 🤔
My nephew was 6 years old when his mother sat him down and explained to him very plainly what happens to black boys and black men who are out at night.
Both of my parents worked in education. My white (passing) mother was a special ed teacher in a middle school. My father was her district's administrator. She was paid more than him. Significantly. They both have Master's Degrees.
My nephew was 13 when Trayvon Martin was killed. His mother asked him to please make sure he came home before the streetlights came on, and if he couldn't make it to not wear a hoodie and certainly don't wear it up. No matter how cold.
My nephew and my father were both pinned down and had their afros shaved/ruined by teachers, people they should have been able to trust. My nephew, my cousins, and more than one of my uncles have had the same happen to their locs. When my mother became pregnant very early in my parents' marriage, no one believed that she actually *wanted* to marry my dad but that she'd accidentally become pregnant and married him to not be ashamed. When my parents adopted my sister who is much darker skinned than my other sister or myself, the assumption was that she was a child from one of dad's previous marriages (he's only ever been married to one woman: my mom) and that my sister was only there because of a custody battle. The first time my dad came to pick me up from school, the office refused to let him in the building and called the police on him for trying to abduct me, because everyone knew my mom was white and the logical conclusion of a black man picking up his black/mixed kid from school was that he was a kidnapper and not that he was my fucking father.
My father arrived home late one night after flying in from Japan and was understandably in comfortable clothes after being exclusively in suits in Japan in the middle of summer for 6 months. Our neighbor saw him pull into the driveway, let himself in the back door... and called the police saying a black man in a hoodie was breaking into our house. We'd lived there at that point for more than a decade. My nephew and I have been followed around in stores for wearing beaters and basketball shorts in the middle of summer. My cousin was harassed by cops while sitting at the bus stop because he had his hood up and was listening to music on his ipod. My uncle was cornered by airport security and ended up missing his flight because someone gave a 'tip' that he 'looked suspicious' in his jeans and a t-shirt.
Every single one of my older black relatives, male and female, have been raped. Every single one. Some of the younger ones too.
This is not a 'what if' post. This is not a 'higher discussion of systemic violence' post. This is a 'stop erasing the experiences of black men because you think there is no way on earth a black man can suffer outside of [just racism]' post.
two years ago I posted this and two years later this still rings true, but I want to draw attention to something:
This is the post that netted me my "reputation" for saying that black women have it better than black men or that black women caused these problems.
This post was made in specifically because of radfem talking points, in direct response to a radfem post I saw and was mad about. Two years later I am seeing white radfems say the same about F1nn5ter. My response is still the same. A: trans women aren't men, B: that's not even true of cis men because marginalized cis men experience all of these things on a regular basis.
No where in this post does this blame black women for anything or say that black women don't experience this- in fact I specifically mention black butches in multiple reblogs and in other posts discussing this exact topic. Black women are frequently forcibly degendered and masculinized, and God forbid a black woman actually be GNC and masculine or transgender because then her risk of violence to be enacted upon her is at an absurd height.
This is a critique of white, radical feminism and how it actively perpetuates racism. Don't get it twisted.
Anyway when I bring up these points with this post, this is the sort of attitude I'm talking about. ALL of these are from a recent post where I am talking about my specific experience as a black trans man and ALL of these are nonblack people taking it upon themselves to give lip service to acknowledging black people are oppressed and then IMMEDIATELY following up with not including black men in their idea of what counts as oppressed.
When I say white radical feminism leaves racially marginalized men out of discussions of their own oppression, this is what I'm talking about.
This was from a post where I said people talk over me frequently and tell me my voice as a black person doesn't matter and I was taught not to tolerate it as a girl and I'm certainly not going to start tolerating it as a man. That people have regarded my presence as a black person as a threat just existing in an area my entire life and I didn't think it was a good thing when I was a black girl and I still don't think it's a good thing as a black man. This was a post about antiblack racism and how it affects me, an entire ass black trans man.
And nonblack people STILL sought to completely erase my perspective off my own post.
Does it hurt, when I point out your racism? Is it uncomfortable to realize that you're not innocent in spreading and perpetuating the same racism that's caused black people to die to violence at astronomical rates? Is it a hard pill to swallow?
Good. Choke.
Just spent 20 minutes making this cus it came to my mind and made me laugh and I need someone to see it
[Image ID: series of screenshots of Paul Robalino with Captions underneath over a yellow background.
1: Headshot of Paul Robalino. A man with wavy hair and a slight mustache, grey blazer, and red button up look confidently at the camera. Image Caption: Paul Robalino
2: Paul smiling while presenting for the Smartypants Society, closed captions say, "are you gonna like my presentation today? Probably no." Image Caption: Probably no.
3: Paul on Game Changer wearing a referee outfit. An intro card overlayed reads: Paul Refereeno, he/him, instagram @psrobalino. Image Caption: Paul Refereeno
4: Shirtless Paul having glue pulled of his waxed shoulders arms and torso while he looks suggestively at the peeler (shows only the hands of peeler Mike Trapp). Image Caption: Peel Robalino.
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