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27 | she/they | just vibing

[katebvsh]

A precious assortment of Jellycat birds

[chuckecheeses]

So much color and tone variation just in the simple and humble domestic shorthair black kitty…

[haaarpb]

drawings of my cat(s) (1)

[the-ghost-king]

ocean vuong talking about how he/him pronouns make him feel and how his gender is... literally so fucking true shout out to that guy he gets it

[the-ghost-king]

this from the paris review + his poem "beautiful short loser"

[rockbutchblues]

[Image ID: two screenshots of the linked paris review article titled "Reimagining Masculinity":

Years later, in another life, before giving a reading, the organizer asked me for my preferred pronouns. I never knew I had a choice. “He/him” I said, after a pause, suddenly unsure. But I felt a door had opened—if only slightly—and through it I had glimpsed a path I had not known existed. There was a way out.

But what if I don’t want to leave this room yet, but just make it bigger? Pronouns like they/them are, to my trans friends and family, a refuge—a destination secured through flight and self-agency. They/them pronouns allow an interface where one can quickly code oneself as nonnormative, in the hopes of bypassing the pain and awkwardness of explanation or the labor of legibility when simply existing can be exhausting. Would I, by changing pronouns, appropriate myself into a space others need in order to survive?

As a war refugee, I know how vital a foothold as small as a word can be. And since as a cis-presenting male, I don’t need to flee he-ness in order to be seen as myself, I will stay here. Can the walls of masculinity, set up so long ago through decrees of death and conquest, be breached, broken, recast—even healed? I am, in other words, invested in troubling he-ness. I want to complicate, expand, and change it by being inside it. And I am here for the very reasons why I feel, on bad days, I should leave it altogether: that I don’t recognize myself within its dominant ranks—but I believe it can grow to hold me better. Perhaps one day, masculinity might become so myriad, so malleable, it no longer needs a fixed border to recognize itself. It might not need to be itself at all. I wonder if that, too, is the queering of a space? I wonder if boys can ever bandage each other’s feet, in friendship, without a password...

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[littlestpersimmon]

A tear in the cycle

[littlestpersimmon]

HIDLAWON

[raptorific]

Love when you wake up a cat and they give you an incredulous look like "do I bother YOU when YOU'RE sleeping?" with no self-awareness whatsoever

[sorun-var-deactivated20221025]

Strawberry Hill House—a Gothic Revival villa that was built in Twickenham, London 1749

[smute]

came across this sentence today and now i know what he meant

(x)

[2001hz]

Toshihiko Takamizawa's custom guitars

[nieyao]

if you’re a fan of Shapes it is your lucky day

[nieyao]

your testimonials are increasing her power

[nieyao]

please she is growing too strong

[allygn]

[imissthembutitwasntadisaster]

Well well well if it isn't the consequences (dishes) of my own actions (baking)

[00011122]

[greelin]

bisexual people can and will always be Getting into situations. things will always be happening

[greelin]

whatever scenario you can dream up, they’ve probably done it. they’re probably doing it right now. And you have no clue. but they’re out there. and by god they are doing… something

[mybeingthere]

Vanessa Bowman’s paintings observe the simple beauty of the everyday surroundings of her native Dorset, UK.

http://www.vanessabowman.co.uk/

[paintingses]

At Night by Achille Casanova (1861-1948)

medium unknown, ca. 1894-7

[elethart]

🥦 Grocery clerks 🥦