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Tasia Janai Scales. AkA Glo. 29 years old. Openmind. Freedom and Free Spirited. Dance. Music. Pro-Black Foodie. And weird shit. Follow me on ig/sc/telegram: minii_tu/tais_ju18/tasia_janai

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OP theaverycottage on TikTok ♡

[ruinedchildhood]

My hidden room as a child

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austin, tx | oct. 9 2022

[churrotowns]

since it’s pride month, throwback to this beautiful cover and this wholesome interaction between two icons

[miseducatedmelanicmuse]

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[coquettelust]

wearing no bra and oversized clothes is self care at it’s finest

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[ruinedchildhood]

[natalieironside]

Shout out to trans women who aren’t computer scientists or musicians or avant-garde artists or whatever.

Shout-out to tgirls who work at Taco Bell. Thank u queen, society would collapse without you

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Over twenty years ago my big brother got me a job at a Taco Bell in the St. Louis suburbs-West County. He warned me that it was the “gay Taco Bell”, but since I was coming from the “gay Howard Johnson’s” I wasn’t shocked. It turns out it was the black trans women Taco Bell complete with black trans women in management. And they’d worked out an arrangement with the local teen Narcotics Anonymous group so that twice a week we would shut down the drive thru and the dining room and exclusively serve 60+ teens in various stages of recovery. And many of the women I worked with were in various stages of being out or transitioning and they were from all generations from teens to over 50. One woman I worked with had a regular corporate job presenting as a man 9-5 Mon-Fri and then came to Taco Bell and worked 6pm -2am Friday and Saturday night so she could be herself surrounded by other black transwomen in those stolen weekends. And we had customers come from all over the metro area because they knew they could be themselves in the dining room. I only worked there from 1999-2001 but for young me, this was a vital, formative experience. Some of the girls came from north city all the way out to the “gay Taco Bell” on Manchester in west county because they heard it was safe to work there. Like- I know times have changed but they haven’t changed much in 20 years. I’m still convinced that for lgbt youth, finding a job at your city’s version of the “gay Taco Bell” is key to survival.

[natalieironside]

Thank u for sharing this with us

[goth-queen]

I made a battle axe out of monster cans

[ruinedchildhood]

Pretty fun weapon to draw

[ruxbennett]

mood

[peruvian-princess-deactivated20]

reblog if you dont have a bra on

[theambitiouswoman]

I notice a lot of people have very low standards for themselves and others. Of course, you’ll say standards are subjective… but are they?

Because when it comes to the things that actually shape your life. How you’re treated, how you show up, what you tolerate. There’s a clear difference between preference and self respect

A good trick here that everyone should incorporate is this: whatever your ceiling is, it’s now your floor. That should be your standard for yourself and for others. Romantic relationships included, especially since that’s where we tend to make the most excuses

If someone once showed you what consistency looks like, inconsistency is no longer acceptable. If you’ve experienced effort, you don’t downgrade to bare minimum. If you’ve seen what it feels like to be chosen, you don’t entertain confusion

Your past “best” isn’t something to reminisce on but something to uphold. The problem is, people experience something good once, then spend the rest of their lives tolerating less while calling it “being understanding” “being patient” or “not expecting too much”. But standards aren’t about demanding perfection from others. They’re about no longer negotiating on what you already know is possible

You don’t need to chase higher standards because you’ve already seen them. You just need to stop lowering them because this says I know there’s better but I’m going to settle for less. And this goes back to the things (excuses) we tell ourselves about compassion and understanding. Because the real issue comes back to what we think we deserve and not the other person

[theambitiouswoman]

Suffering is not proof of effort. We’ve been taught that if it’s not hard, if it doesn’t hurt, if we’re not struggling for it then it must not be valuable. That’s conditioning. You don’t earn your desires through suffering. You allow them through belief. Wanting something is not the same as believing you deserve it

You can want love and still accept less

You can want success and still sabotage ease

You can want more and still feel like it’s not meant for you

The moment you stop tying your worth to how much you’ve struggled, you create space for things to come to you without resistance because you no longer require pain as proof that you’re worthy of receiving it

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