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we're not kids anymore.
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Intro post :3
hi hi :3
roll 1d4 for other names (1. Blyss 2. Wish 3. Amber 4. Vixen), I go by she/her or it/its :3
I love loud ass music(mostly hardcore, frenchcore or uptempo but i love a lot of other genres too), >I really wanna learn how to DJ for these genres but im kinda bad at it atm :p
ill probably expand this as i have the time for it :p
DNI if you're mad at me
kinda tempted to start a proper horny blog...
Ok wow that went quicker than expected, so I guess going to move over there now,
That account will probably become my main..
ITS WILSON WEDNESDAY BITCHES
kinda tempted to start a proper horny blog...
me remembering i have a name and body and people know me:
You left us drowning in blood, and now you leave us drowning in cold rain. Nothing has changed for us. We are still fighting to stay alive.
While the world moved on, my family slept in soaked clothes after our tent collapsed. I am in the hospital fighting anemia, slipping between life and death with no medicine and no shelter waiting for me outside.
Please donate if you can. I’m Aboud, a young man trying to survive long enough to save my injured mother, my sick father, and my little siblings. Your help is the only thing standing between us and the end.
Chuffed – PayPal – Verified
Donate if you can, share if you will not 🙏🏾
Please! You can make a difference in the lives of my friend and his family!
thats actually so beautiful im in love with the shapes off trees and how clear of a picture i have of this place existing in nature
one consequence of transmisogyny (but not unique to it) is that it makes you into a paranoiac. take the example of the "degendering they" or like the "backhanded compliment," relatively minor interpersonal interactions that trans women increasingly feel hypervigilant about. it's probably counterproductive to assume everyone who gives you a compliment or refers to you as "they" or "this person" (<- phrase that actually revolts me a little now in this context) is doing so condescendingly, in a malicious or even just incidentally diminishing way. but also, everything about your life as a trans woman encourages you to be on alert for these kinds of cues, because if you're not paying attention to them then when the hammer drops it will hit that much harder.
just because you're paranoid doesn't mean they're not after you.
I’m waiting at a straight bar for this really cute trans guy I have a crush on to show up for a drink. He noted, teasingly, that I was a “fancy bitch,” and so picked a craft cocktail bar that billed itself as a “whiskey and bitters emporium.” Unfortunately, the only mixed drink I tolerate is pineapple juice and spicy tequila. The bartender, a dimpled woman with envious curls, eyed me with curiosity when I ordered it, and then said “on the house” when I began to rummage through my purse for a loose ten. I knew why the drink was free, but just in case I didn’t, the bartender said that she’d seen me around and I was a really interesting person. I thought my crush would understand my irritation at this: like, please, I already know I’m trans, just let me forget it for a second while I try to be a girl on a date with a boy. But when he arrived, he didn’t get it. A free drink was a free drink, and she didn’t give him one. Now he wants to know why all the trans girls in Seattle are so angry, act so traumatized. “It’s not like you’re a bunch of child soldiers. Your parents weren’t killed in front of you.” He asserts that even when something nice happens, like a free drink, trans girls get triggered. Like everything is a wound, everything is trauma. He starts talking about this trans girl he met a few months ago; how all she did was bitch about AFABS and encourage cis scum to die. He wanted to be her friend, but she called trans guys Aidens, and did things like pick up all her meals drive-through, because she was convinced people inside would stare at her or misgender her. He describes the house this girl lives in—a coven of trans women polyamorously fucking each other to biblical levels of drama over the soundtrack of Skyrim on PS3, all the while telling each other how shitty the world was away from each other, until they so confused micro-aggressions for deep violence that they walked around with knives in their boots and canisters of mace dangling from their purses—and I exhale with frustration when I realize exactly which girl he’s talking about. Two feelings rise. I don’t want to be categorized with Lexi. I want to be appealing to my crush. So I tell him I’m not like that. I’m not angry all the time, much less armed. But internally, I’m thinking, of course trans girls all love and fuck each other. Who else will? When I first learned the term brick for those square never-will-be-passable trans women, it was auxiliary to an explanation for another term, masonry: as in brick-on-brick love— only bricks get stuck to other bricks. Except what do you do with the meanness of the word masonry itself—it was other trans women, the only ones that bricks could supposedly trust, who came up with that hilariously cruel slang. Brick-on-brick betrayal. But we have to understand each other well to be so cruel.
Most of the cruelty I’ve experienced has been inadvertant, the kind that comes from getting trampled so often that inevitablely someone steps somewhere sensitive. My first boyfriend after Sidney was a married man who fell in love with me accidentally. He could not see past his own bafflement at his attraction to see me well enough for anything like intentional cruelty. We met in hotels or he came to my studio apartment after work, and his cruelty, like his love, came accidentally. Once, he took me for a weekend in a fancy hotel in Portland—the Nines—where the Los Angeles Lakers were staying. When I came out of the shower, buoyed on a carpet of steam spilling into a hotel room designed in a modern style—no door, only a frosted glass divider between tiled bathroom and lush bedroom—I stood naked with my back to him, combing my hair and heard him murmur, “You’re so beautiful, I feel sick.” I looked at myself, then his reflection in the mirror and saw it was true. I was beautiful and it hurt him. I doubt he ever complimented his wife that way. His wife did not possess the kind of beauty that triggered a desire that made him disgusted with himself. My kind of beauty does not trace a path to stable relationships, a dining room set from Crate and Barrel, a Thanksgiving turkey with his folks. He had no conception of what to do with my beauty other than choke on it. My friends who date women have it just as bad. Once in a queer bar, I heard a cute woman in a leather motorcycle jacket joke about her gold star status—she’d never once touched a penis. My friend Zoe had been drinking G & Ts for an hour before that, working up the nerve to ask this woman out. I found Zoe fifteen minutes later, outside the bar, soaked from hiding in someone’s dew-covered hedge on 15th, where she had cried softly in frustration. “Yeah, that’s transphobia,” my crush agrees, “but not trauma.” He glances at my now finished drink, and I take it as a rebuke. Go pay for the next one of those. The more I try to explain, to list the tiny grievances that added up to an intolerable day in my life, the more I sound unhinged. A man hissed at me on the bus. A bunch of teenagers loudly discussed whether I was really a guy. A girl I only knew on the Internet left a suicide note. The cashier at Whole Foods smirkingly called me “bro.” The TV at the nail salon, playing soundlessly, featured some nonsensical ghoul that I realized, with a shock, was someone’s idea of a trans woman, someone’s idea of me. The guy at the local corner store revealed that he knew where I lived and shrugged when I asked how: everyone around here knows about you. And now, I get irritated at one thing: a free drink, and I sound crazy complaining about that, right? Some total loony acting traumatized ‘cause a bartender tried to be kind. My crush sighs and pulls out an ace. He knows people that have actually been raped, have actually been beaten—hell, half of the trans dudes he knows have been, and they aren’t paralyzed with anger, convinced they’re constantly persecuted. We’re talking real Trauma, not someone whispering about them on the bus, much less the burden of free drinks. To which I know I can probably come up with some of my own friends’ real Trauma, but I’m too affronted, so I just shriek: THE WHOLE WORLD MONITORS AND MOCKS MY EVERY WAKING MOMENT! Needless to say, he and I do not hook up. He leaves me to my free drinks and my tinfoil rage hat. When he’s gone, I miss Lexi for the first time.
— Torrey Peters, Infect Your Friends And Loved Ones, pg 40–45
this reply made me laugh harder than any reply I think I've ever gotten
How did they find the worst audio ever made
Yknow, I watched this without sound. And I saw "I hate you" as a reply, and assumed something awful happened at the end of the video. And then I scrolled down a bit further, and went back up, listened to the audio and I gotta say. I agree with found-sheep.
Watching this without volume and then turning it on is like a sucker punch
This post always disappears for just long enough to make me forget what the audio is and then returns to punch me again
Outraged by the Jan. 6 Capitol riot, a wilderness survival trainer spent years undercover climbing the ranks of right-wing militias. He didn
Outraged by the Jan. 6 Capitol riot, a wilderness survival trainer spent years undercover climbing the ranks of right-wing militias. He didn’t tell police or the FBI. He didn’t tell family or friends. The one person he told was a ProPublica reporter.
This is such a wild story like holy shit dude
“let it be known that homosexuals are not cowards” 🤝 “a faggot is doing this to them”
Holy fuck I just read this whole damn article and it is G R I P P I N G. I strongly recommend giving it a read if you get a chance
You should read this.
"cis women also have this feature!" okay well *i* only have this feature because i was forced to go through a testosterone puberty as a kid so i think i'm still allowed to be upset about changes to my body that were forced on me regardless of how #valid i am
Self-proclaimed poc respecters when the poc is am outspoken trans woman and not the "big black man" they made up to prove they know what racism is
Their whole post boiled down to "i know a guy who has experienced racism therefore I know more than you (a latina)" like what? And I also dont appreciate how all the notes made it about Patricia Taxxon when first and foremost this is about me and my experience. But these are Patricias stalkers we're talking about so what did I expect.
Honestly I regret even responding. I was high at that moment, but now I know I shouldn't feed the kiwifarmers. They are vultures waiting to pounce on anything you say so they can #react and tell you to take #accountability. One of them called "whitey" a slure lmao
Whitey is like. The tamest pejorative possible for them too. Me and my lover be out here on the street putting in work to make reverse racism real and they out here mad over “whitey”.
If they don’t wanna be called a cracker, a honky, a peckerwood, a mayosapian, a yakubian devil, an ape of Yakub, a person of no color, an unmelanated menace, maybe they should stop acting like they’re possessed by the spirit of their confederate great great grandpappy every fucking time they see a normal person living a life greatly improved by their absence instead of a Caucasian Creep.
Here's a thing you whiteys like to do. You minimize racism to only its most obvious form. The only true racism is when you wear a Klan hood or when you say the N word. Addressing more subtle forms of racism? That's just silly! Actually, you're the one who's minimizing it here, because as we know racism is only its most extreme self.
Surely, I have nothing to gain by implying I cant be racist if im just polite enough.
it genuinely hurts my heart how hateful this place is especially towards the trans gals of color whom I've met and befriended, only to be pushed out, harassed, or deleted.
my friends and GIRLFRIEND feeling scared to be on here is fucking upsetting. when you're one of the most looked down upon members of society you deserve a safe place and not hostility at every corner. shit sucks, ILY trans gals. especially the ones that were gone with no outrage.
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