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I think with ozempic what really sets it apart on a marketing level is it’s the first weight loss medication or treatment to really say “we believe you, you’re not fat because you suck and have no willpower you’re fat because you’re genetically inferior but we can fix that now!” and they’re saying this to people who have probably been told since the age of maybe 6 or 7 that having cellulite made them spiritually feeble and morally evil. You can’t reasonably counter that kind of approach by saying “but I love fat butches though” like you need a disability informed approach that actively challenges any notions of health as tied to morality in any way. Otherwise you’re basically just shooting a nerf gun at an armoured tank. Charming as fat butches may be

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#iron lung #blood

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while I am talking to you about something gay and stupid a mosquito lands on my arm and sucks all my blood out in an instant, swelling to the size of a person as my remains flutter cartoonishly down to the ground, and it continues the conversation where I left off in a high pitched approximation of my voice

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Coming out to nii-san

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mid-way pride month check-in

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just saw someone comment under a videoclip of the sylvia rivera interview where she insists on the modern (circa 2001) pride movement being a capitalist smokescreen, a “straight gay” movement that worships the almighty dollar, that:

and this person is likely quite young but this really really really captures the limited imagination of capitalist neoliberal indoctrination around freedom and liberation. radical queerness treated as a paintjob over a prison as opposed to the bulldozer that tears the prison down. we have to dream for so much more and endure the pain of dreaming.

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given the current climate this pride especially i feel i must mention that i love my trans friends, i stand with trans people in the fight against transphobic legislation and those who would enforce it, and this blog is not a good place for you to be if you do not vibe with that

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This Monday, our baby walked for the first time.

He toddled toward his older brother, who was calling his name, and when he finally reached him, his brother hugged him tight. The baby burst into that bright, carefree laughter that only babies seem to have.

At that moment, the song “Melody” by Koji Tamaki was playing from my phone, and I found myself thinking, “Every time I hear this song from now on, I’ll remember this moment.”

Even though it was happening right in front of me, the scene instantly became nostalgic.

It made me feel, once again, that I’m glad to be alive—and that I need to keep living.