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36 | they/them

[dreemmachine]

making a pinned post because apparently it’s the new tumblr way~

they/them. 16 years on tumblr & counting. if you recognize me from IG, pls don’t blow up my spot.

artist / organizer. plant parent / garden guy. aging diy punk lifer.

doing too many things in the pnw.

still wearing a goddamn mask 😷

some useful tags are tagged on this post.

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digitalxbathx ✷ follows come from this blog (if you know me irl pls ask before following, ignore this and/or don’t be weird about it 🙃).

[dreemmachine]

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blueberries :)

[dreemmachine]

this song is so perfect

the perfume of her hangs in the air

like an atmosphere promising thunderstorms

the window is cracked, letting november in

but her body beneath these blankets warms me

her hair in wet feathers, pressed to her head

the washed-out splendor of macy's day parade

glitter and tinsel are clogging the drains

causing a runoff that's flooding the city...

she gives me a red rhinestone ring

that fits only my thumb

and i wonder--

was it her ex-husband's, or father's,

or someone's cheap souvenir

from a somewhere he took her ?

i decide i won't be a gift-horse-mouth-looker

so i wear it for awhile

till' it gives me a rash

i am not sentimental

i toss it in the trash

cuz i don't care

if she likes me

or not

if she likes me

or not

i don't care if she likes me or not

she was marching in the macy's day parade

in a row of dancers decked out in the rain

women in heels executing military drills

goosestepping in lynchpin six-inch stilettos

towards central park

where the mud from its meadows

runs into the gutters

all glutted

with pink ostrich feather

the plumage that falls

from a macy's day dancer

answer me...

it's raining

crowds run for cover

shoving, complaining

streets full of women

that beg you to praise them all

lower their lashes

and then slowly raise them

they'll stare you down

and then turn away

but when they're hunting you

can't you hear their eyes say,

'do you like me

or not ?

do you like me

or not ?

hey...

do you like me or not ?'

camera crews leave with rain on their lenses

we leave with the first ones to befriend us

i followed the holes her heels left in the mud

while behind us the city was starting to flood

her hair in wet feathers

blue, blonde and red

the washed out splendor of macy's day parade

hair in wet feathers pressed to her head

the washed out splendor of the nest unmade

with sheets strewn over with sequins and trash

cast off by parades that have already passed

and i'm not the first

this role gets recast

the macy's day bird

calls out from her nest--

'do you like me ?...

hey--

do you like me

or not ?

hey--

do you like me

or not ?

hey--

do you like me ?'

[dreemmachine]

poppy spam

[persbaderse]

before my egg cracked, i had noticed that trans people were often pro-accessibility and up-to-date on the needs of disabled people, but i hadn’t seen any inherent connection between the two (other than the obvious minority-looking-out-for-other-minority thing). but now that i’m trans and medically transitioning, and i have to constantly repeat myself while talking to doctors and nurses, and explain things about my own anatomy to medical staff who should already know this, and having every single problem i might have blamed on my “condition” so nothing i say is taken seriously, all of the sudden i have a little sneak peak into the life of someone who has to deal with this all the time. like shit bro, being disabled probably sucks ass, someone should do something about this

[persbaderse]

happy disability pride month, we all deserve autonomy and respect and access to medication

[powerchairpunk]

made a backpatch for my powerchair. hand studded, sewn, and stencil is my original art.

[agentcooperspinup]

if you see this, I hope something nice happens for you today.

[dreemmachine]

good luck be upon ye

[valtsv]

sorry for romanticizing the mundane but the fact that laughter is infectious is so incredible to me. like yeah it's just a reaction to stimuli but the way it feels to hear someone laugh and feel yourself compelled to share that joy is really something. and it's so simple and requires no skill but it's so special and important to me.

[gendercensus]

The 2026 Gender Census is now open!

[ survey.gendercensus.com ]

The 13th annual international gender census, collecting information about the language we use to refer to ourselves and each other, is now open until 13th August 2026.

It’s short and easy, for most participants it takes 5 minutes or less.

After the survey is closed I’ll process the results and publish a spreadsheet of the data and a report summarising the main findings. Then anyone can use them for academic or business purposes, self-advocacy, tracking the popularity of language over time, and just feeling like we’re part of a huge and diverse community.

If you think you might have friends and followers who’d be interested, please do reblog this blog post, and share the survey URL by email or at AFK social groups or on other social networks. Every share is extremely helpful!

Survey URL: https://survey.gendercensus.com

The survey is open to anyone anywhere who speaks English and feels that the gender binary doesn’t fully describe their experience of themselves and their gender(s) or lack thereof.

Thank you so much!

[ Link to survey ]

PS: You can see some regularly-updated statistics about incoming data here, with lots of demography and graphs to peruse!

PPS: Image credits, bark and grass.

[inthetags]

Reblog and put in the tags what you think of as “your” emoji(s)

[seabeck]

Ridges

[chick-it-out]

[seabeck]

Attack my chicken army!

[lexsreadingcorner]

So many people hate their own body so much and are so casually fatphobia toward themself and the thing is, when you're not, when you've healed yourself enough that you can look at yourself and say "my body is just a body that does body things" it becomes nearly impossible to be around people who openly hate their bodies. It feels like they're flinging their muck all over you, and you gotta shake yourself out so it doesn't stick. And misery really does love company. They'll talk about how fat they are and how they can't eat this or that or wear certain clothes or cut their hair short, and they want you to lament with them. And you gotta not, okay? You gotta not. You gotta walk away from that shit.

And you HAVE to pay attention to the things you say about your own body in front of other people, lest you become the person flinging your muck onto others.

[escuerzoresucitado]

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illustrations by @vincentrose_art on instagram