Anti-hoarding poster seen in Melbourne in April 2020

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Anti-hoarding poster seen in Melbourne in April 2020
Don’t let them bury me as someone I’m not.
Hey, I reblogged this yesterday and at the time Ithought the work was really important to just let be on it’s own as a piece of art... But since then some of the notes I saw were bleak and I just want to say that I’m not an expert by any means, I’m just a person whose watched a youtube video or two but as a trans person you don’t have no options when you die.
What you need is something called an advanced directive - a will is not going to cut it because that won’t some into play until after you’re buried. The youtuber and mortician Caitlin Doughty has a video about it, specifically as it relates to trans people: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PVgumSUZQRI
You need to make sure the right people look after you after death.
GOD MADE TRANS PEOPLE FOR THE SAME REASON HE MADE GRAPES BUT NOT WINE WHO ARE WE TO DENY THIS DIVINE ALCHEMY OF THE SELF?
daniel lavery, “something that may shock and discredit you”
In the early second century, in response to the question "Why has God not made man just as He wanted him to be?" Rabbi Akiva said "For the very reason, the duty of man is to perfect himself."
I wrote this nearly a year ago, at the time I had never read the work of Daniel Lavery, Rabbi Akiva, or other queer writers who has written similar things.
In fact, a few people accused me of plagiarizing, but it didn't bother me.
It didn't bother me because it was proof that it was real. It was proof that throughout history there has always been fruit and wine, there had always been bread and wheat, that there had always been people like me who looked at the magical transformation of one to the other and said "there I am, just as God intended"
chasing cars by snow patrol really hits harder everytime i listen to it like,, what if i DID just lay here???? would u lie with me and just forget the world??????? please???????????
me being ignored (now that i am mature): this is fine i suppose
this is a lie im on the verge of tears
*cups my own face tenderly* its gonna be okay babe
I had a dream that the king and the queen of a small country had a daughter. They needed a son, a first-born son, so in secret, without telling anyone of their child’s gender, they travelled to the nearby woods that were rumoured to house a witch.
They made a deal with that witch. They wanted a son, and they got one. A son, one made out of clay and wood, flexible enough to grow but sturdy enough to withstand its destined path, enchanted to look like a human child. The witch asked for only one thing, and that was for their daughter.
They left the girl readily.
The witch raised her as her own, and called her Thyme. The princess grew up unknowing of her heritage, grew up calling the witch Mama, and the witch did her very best to earn that title.
She was taught magic, and how to forage in the woods, how to build sturdy wooden structures and how to make the most delicious stews. The girl had a good life, and the witch was pleased.
The girl grew into a woman, and learned more and more powerful magics, grew stronger from hauling wood and stones and animals to cook, grew smarter as the witch taught her more.
She learned to deal with the people in the villages nearby, learned how to brew remedies and medicines and how to treat illness and injury, and learned how to tell when someone was lying.
Every time the pair went into town, the people would remark at just how similar Thyme was to her mother.
(Thyme does not know who and what she is. She does not know that she was born a princess, that she was sold. She only knows that one night after her mother read her a story about princesses and dragons, her mother had asked her if she ever wanted to be a princess.)
((Thyme only knows that she very quickly answered no. She likes being a witch, thank you very much, she likes the power that comes with it and the way that she can look at things and know their true nature.))
The witch starts preparing the ritual early, starts collecting the necessities in the winter so they can be ready by the fall equinox. Her daughter helps, and does not ask what this is for, just knows that it is important.
The witch looks at Thyme, both their hands raised into the air over a complicated array of plants, tended carefully to grow into a circle, and says, sorry.
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me trying to communicate that i am also gay through my eyeballs whenever I think the cashier is gay not to hit on them obviously just to let them know we are the same
Me, a cashier trying to communicate to the customer that i think is gay that im not hitting on them but that i am also gay
do you ever have a conversation and think “I am not heterosexual enough for this”
The trump news has been slow, so instead here’s a boneheaded tweet about marijuana overdoses from republican senator Amanda Chase, and the resulting hilarity the internet provided
Guys I’m sorry but I was wrong, marijuana overdoses do happen and they can be lethal. It only took one weed to kill this cop
i only accept 1 form of catcalling
If you think like that, please don’t ever have children.
Listen, my parents installed a lock on my door so I could lock everyone out of my room if I wanted to at sometime around 8 years old. They had a key of course for safety but they’ve never had to use it and they’ve never used it when they didn’t have to.
I was allowed full access to any books, movies, and internet I wanted fully informed about our family beliefs and practices but I was given no supervision once I reached about 13 because my parents trusted me to stick to the rules or not as I felt and come to them if there was anything that I had questions about.
As long as I said where I was going, who I was with, and when I was going to be back and then phone if anything changed I was allowed to do pretty much as I pleased from 13 onward.
I moved back in with my parents after university and the first conversation we had was my dad telling me that if I felt like they were treating me like a child to please tell them because they had no intention of doing so.
I still live with them and I’m comfortable here as an adult. When I eventually move out again, which I feel no rush to do because I feel respected and given more than enough elbow room, I will probably talk to them often if not everyday. Because they’ve always respected my privacy and my autonomy both physically and emotionally. If you want an independent and fictional child trusting them and giving them their space will do you many more favours than not.
meanwhile, my parents…
password protected my computer so i had to get permission every time i wanted to use it
put a passcode lock on our pantry so we couldn’t eat without permission
regularly checked our internet browsing history
shut off the internet at regular intervals, including when i needed it for university homework
did monthly checks of our bank statements and would confiscate money if they didn’t approve of our activities
in response, i went behind their backs and opened a new bank account, got a secret job, bought my own groceries, and used the wifi from the school across the street. they didn’t succeed in disciplining me. all they did was force me to distance myself from them.
your children are not your property. they are human beings, and they deserve basic human rights.
nothing in this world teaches you to lie and sneak around like a parent who doesn’t believe you should have privacy
I’m always amazed at the double standard.
The customer shamed her for being in porn… but… how exactly did that customer *find* her videos in the first place?
These people are perfectly happy to consume the content but refuse to respect those that make it.
Also?
Just in case anybody tries to make a case that sex work is illegal:
I work at Taco Bell.
We are a felon-friendly company.
One of the best workers on my team is on parole for transporting drugs and we literally had a party for him when he graduated from his halfway house. (Well, “party.” Because of COVID it was more like “we brought you a cake and you can control the aux cord tonight,” but the thought was there.) I’ve worked with multiple addicts and trained a former gang member to become a shift leader. We don’t give a shit if you have a less-than-pure-as-the-driven-snow past. Porn is hardly a blip on the radar.
There is no reason that “this is illegal/legally gray work” should count against her. This is ENTIRELY about optics and “the customer is always right” gone insane.
Reason #35675324678 sex work needs to be made unequivocally legal.
ıt has come to my attention that both washroom and kelsey’s are canadian terms and that is the reason this post didnt reach a wider audience
ok attempt number #2 for my american followers:
me: i need to use the Bathroom
waiter: baby you at an applebee’s, shit anywhere
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