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Nothing's here Nothing's there At least nothing that I can bare Everything's to much
For those of you with anxiety
hereās a website that translates the time into hexidecimal colours,
here is a website where you can create your own galaxies
here is a website where you can play flow
here you can interact with organisms in different environments to see how to music changes
here you can play silk which is an interactive generative art designing website.
Here is a website where you can travel along a 3D line into the infinite unkown
here is a website where you can listen to rain with or without music
I donāt have anxiety but some of my followers might
he boot just right for he gotdam feet :)
fight me in space. me standing on my asteroid. you standing on your asteroid. every 600 million years when their orbits just barely intersect we attempt to smack each other
me: *does a Not Normal thing*
me: *looks at my mental illnesses, who are all huddled together in a corner* alright, which one of you fuckers was it this time?
Watch: George Takei has a vital message for those misusing and misremembering Japanese internment.
I literally want this framed
The most beautiful thing I have Ā heard all day and you have the opportunity to hear it too.
Well now that was just outright wonderful.Ā
does anyone elseās vision get rly fucked up when dissociating?? like i canāt tell if i need new glasses or if itās my head messing with me. everything seems sort of 2d and flat, as if i was watching a movie but my hands were visible in the lower corner⦠idk??
This happens to me all the time for me it feels more like an interactive video game but my depth perception gets screwed all to hell
Exactly! My depth perception is shit, which makes reading peopleās facial expressions almost impossible, bc i also canāt focus properly. Like, when i look at things i can only focus on details and i canāt see everything at once. ughh
Same I get so that when I look at something its really detailed but everything else is sorta fuzzy
Everything gets blurry for me but just slightly enough that i notice but not enough to mess up like walking its like my eyes are a camera and im set to auto focus on one thing and everything else gets super blurry but also my lens is a teensy bit dirty so what im focusing on is still a little blurry but not as bad
That analogy makes perfect sense to me, like holy shit i feel you
Every time! It's like someone just squished my filed of vision flat. Great analogy :)
Please spread this itās fantastic
My math binders are always red every year I feel like math is just a red subject
Math is a blue subject and Iām prepared to fight you over this
Actually yellow is the correct math color
(Some old art cause I haven't posted anything. Sorry schools just a lot right now)
āAlso Iām Not a Girlā -an autobiography
Hey, cis people and CAFAB trans folks: a discussion on a friendās Facebook wall has reminded me of something you usually seem not to realize even remotely about the lives of trans women.
People take pictures of us without permission ALL THE TIME. They do it on the train when weāre just commuting. They do it from sidewalks when they think weāre not looking. They do it in coffee shops where weāre trying to relax and get away from the stress of all the other crap people pull on us daily. And if we catch them at it, they donāt look away. They donāt pretend. They grin and leer at us, confident that thereās nothing we can do about it, because honestly? There usually isnāt. We spend most of our public time surrounded by people who think weāre just as hilarious and hideous as that douchebag pointing his iPhone at us does. Thatās why heās taking the picture.
Some of you know me. Some of you followed me like ten minutes ago. I am going to go wayyyy out on a limb, however, and say every single one of my followers cares about trans women, even if youāre still learning. Now imagine the humiliation of that moment for me. The knowledge that, just sitting quietly in plain clothes, and without consent, I am enough of an object of ridicule to be decorated with emoticons on a strangerās instagram. And if I refuse to be ridiculed, if I walk up and slap that iPhone to the ground, I could get seriously hurt.
This microaggression happens a LOT for us, and especially for women who are larger than me, who have had less access to transitional care than me, who feel their best dressing less femme than me. And Iām not going to throw CAMAB non-binary people under the bus by failing to mention that they are also, even especially, constant targets of random public humiliation.
If you care about me, start looking for people doing this. And if you see it happening, say something. Do something. Itās like that suspicious package in the airport that the posters warn you about, except it actually exists. You have the ability to intervene without facing potentially life-threatening violence. We donāt. *I* donāt. Even if that smug piece of shit still walks away with his picture, we will have witnessed someone actually stand up for us. You may think that trans women starting to be marginally accepted in popular media means weāre doing great, but I have never, ever seen a cis person physically stand up for me, in that situation or any like it.
Have the guts to be different. We do.
No, I wasnāt born male or female
I was assigned male or female
I was assigned based on the fact thatĀ the majority of the people with my genitalia identified as male or female
I am not my assigned gender
I am not my genitalia
I am not my reproductive organs
I am me
So, no, you do not need to ask whatās in my pants to find out what my gender is
You do not need to assume that because I wear blue or pink I am a male or female
You can ask me like Iām a person with thought and awareness what my gender is and with my mouth and mind
I can tell you
please! read, boost this. I know you see a lot of these so, pls take the time to read.
as y'all know, Iāve been in desperate need of fixing my car to continue my work as a fssw with no public transit to speak of in my area. I was getting really close from donations when a bunch of medical bills set me back; Iām poor & disabled and tbh should get an award for the amount of medical debt Iāve accrued by this age. anyway, please help me if you can. paypal donate button is on my blog, or you can use my paypal email ([email protected]) to send thru mobile. please, I canāt work/pay my bills until my car is usable and I can take appointments again. thank you all so much for your help and support; y'all are my heroes. :)