got a crick in my neck and a frog in my throat and a chip on my shoulder and a stick up my ass and now you're gonna stand there puttin words in my mouth? haven't I been through enough?
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got a crick in my neck and a frog in my throat and a chip on my shoulder and a stick up my ass and now you're gonna stand there puttin words in my mouth? haven't I been through enough?
"If you weave in your ends correctly you shouldn't ever have to tie a knot when you break your working yarn, the tension and friction of the woven-in yarn going back and forth will hold it in place securely enough you don't have to add a big bulky knot" I KNOW!!!!! I know that!!! I don't care, it doesn't FEEL secure enough!!! That's my emotional support knot I need it to feel safe!!!!!!!!!!
Can't believe you left these glorious pieces in the tags!
im just so happy i live in a time period where actual meaningful biological transition is possible. even if we lose rights or the ability to exist in public, nothing can turn back the clock on that, and just by having any sort of access to that our lives are made immensely better. millions of our sisters throughout history would never have dreamed of a day where they could have what HRT does for us.
please don't lose the plot of this. if you're a trans person on HRT you're a living miracle, the dream of hundreds of millions of your ancestors. your lives are all deeply meaningful no matter what anyone says.
A prayer by Kalonymus b. Kalonymus ben Meir that appears in his poem ספר אבן בוחן, יג Sefer Even Boḥan (§13), describing the author's wish t
Cursed be the one who announced to my father: “It’s a boy!"... ...How could he twist the course of the stars so much? How could he have erred so in his astrology? A lying tongue, a fool’s mouth it had given him For he foolishly transformed justice to poison He altered the law and transposed the lines
Oh, but had the artisan who made me created me instead – a worthy woman... ...I would say "how lucky am I"
Father in heaven who did miracles for our ancestors with fire and water... ...Who would then transform me from a man to woman? Were I only to have merited this being so graced by goodness...
What shall I say? why cry or be bitter? If my father in heaven has decreed upon me and has maimed me with an immutable deformity then I do not wish to remove it. the sorrow of the impossible is a human pain that nothing will cure and for which no comfort can be found. So, I will bear and suffer until I die and wither in the ground. Since I have learned from our tradition that we bless both, the good and the bitter I will bless in a voice hushed and weak: blessed are you [HaShem] who has not made me a woman.
I think I'm gonna go lay down for a little while.
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And all of this at once.
“Why don’t you use ai” idk man beyond the obvious environmental and “this machine causes psychosis and encourages people to kill themselves” thing I think asking the equivalent of a solid D student who is also a pathological liar if they can answer my question/do the work for me seems pretty fucking stupid
The largest mass shooting in American history was a hate crime against gay people. Don’t ever forget that.
June 12, 2016. Putting a date on this for when it gets reblogged months from now by people who think the post is about something from 30, 40 years ago.
I am a survivor of the Pulse nightclub shooting, having grown up in Orlando and just turned 20 a month prior. If you didn’t know, there were several families who refused to claim the bodies of their relatives due to their sexuality. One family even had their relative’s name removed from the memorial. Murdered by the same hate with which their families reject them in both life and death.
Many, many people celebrated Pulse. We were told we deserved it. That it was God’s punishment for our sin of loving the same sex. We are sent messages like these I received in 2018:
We in the community often call the victim count 49+ to include the survivors who couldn’t live with the pain.
The event was never officially declared a hate crime or targeted homophobic attack and is rarely listed as one in databases.
At our vigils for those slaughtered, Extremist Christian groups showed up to protest, holding signs like this:
ID: Me kissing a woman I was casually seeing in front of an angry looking man with a “Sodomy is Sin” sign.
Please understand how much more than just a mass shooting this was. We are still to this day harassed and told we deserved it by some.
This year was the sixth anniversary. The first couple years I received dozens of messages checking in on me on 6/12. Year 5 got enough news coverage for people to think to reach out to me. This year it was my therapist, the woman I kissed in that photo, and a couple of other gun violence survivor friends. People are forgetting already.
With the 7 year anniversary <2 weeks away, I figured I’d reblog this
affirmations they will not kill me at work today. it is not in my job description to get killed. if they did kill me at work that would be weird and probably not worth it for them
why do men have this eternal fear of being used for money they don’t have lol
favorite finds: victorian photography
I've been working on an art project lately that has me trawling through Pinterest for old photos, and I've found some really wonderful stuff I wanted to share. Some of these are dated and location marked, but some are sadly unattributed, due to the nature of Pinterest :( Either way, I'm fairly sure these are all either Victorian or early Edwardian. (I've done my best to make sure there's no AI here either!)
(C.1895.) Two librarians. Glad to see I'm not the only or the first person to resort to climbing on the shelves to reach a high book.
(New Athens, Ohio. Photographer: J.E. Williams. C.late 1800s.) You can tell this has to be late 1800s because they're getting silly with it; as camera tech gets better, both the camera's exposure time and the cost to get your picture taken have gone down, meaning more informal photos towards the end of the century.
(No info.) A lady getting her measurements taken. This is still done today! This is probably a wealthy woman having a dress custom-made for her. The tape basically creates a 3D model of her body that the dressmaker can take very exact measurements from. I especially love the dressmaker's chatelaine and hair; judging off those, I think it's safe to say this is around mid-century.
(1904.) A wedding reception! Toasting to the new bride and groom. I think they must be in some sort of greenhouse, or else they converted the parlor into one for the reception. You can see the structure of the bride's bodice really well here.
(1880.) I looove this photo. Look at that huge grin! I feel like he's imitating some older family member here. Although the banjo itself might be his, it looks the right size for him. A new present, maybe?
(South Carolina, USA. 1912) Made mom laugh. I wonder what situation this photo was being taken in? Is it a family member behind the camera, an older child maybe?
(C.1800s) This one is from an old Buzzfeed article, but no citation :( I wonder if she's a debutante. All-white isn't unusual, but the fur stole (?) she's wearing speaks to a special occasion of some kind.
(No info.) Caught napping, with her shoes on and her hair still up! I love how you can see the weight and texture of the fabric in the way her skirt folds.
(1915.) All dressed up for their first communion, as you can see from the white arm-bands on the left arms.
And finally, for this post at least:
(C.1855-60) What I assume to be somebody's pet, because the Victorians were all about bringing undomesticated animals into their homes. Somebody must have loved this raccoon a lot to get an ambrotype done of it in the '50s!
I made a repeating pattern inspired by this is how you lose the time war. alt colourways to come!
I took your skull off display because my guests kept saying it looked noticeably gayer than the other skulls