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Reblog to give yourself bigger tits.
I haven't seen this version anywhere so I made one!
Reblog to give yourself bigger tits.
also if we're talking about intersexism then lets talk about afab/amab. these terms were coined by the intersex community to put a name to our experiences of being incorrectly, nonconsensually, and often violently assigned a sex at birth. all afab/amab are SUPPOSED to mean is that the doctor looked at your external genitalia when you were born and decided you were male or female. ASAB TERMINOLOGY DOES NOT MEAN OR EVEN IMPLY THAT SOMEONE IS "BORN" OR "BIOLOGICALLY" A SEX. and we dont mind when perisex trans people use those terms! they were also incorrectly, nonconsensually, and often violently assigned a sex at birth and for most of their lives! the issue is that perisex trans and queer people have now changed the definition of afab/amab to mean "biologically/born female/male," which was not EVER the point of those terms. you can be afab and be born with xy chromosomes and no uterus, you can be afab and be born with a penis, you can be amab and be born with xx chromosomes, because all that afab and amab mean is that your doctor either looked at your external genitalia or forcibly surgically altered your external genitalia at the time of your birth and assigned you male or female based off of that. which is that, while i was technically afab in the sense that a doctor looked at my external genitalia and decided that i was female, i was not "born" female, i was born intersex. and you FUCKING PEOPLE have made this bastardized definition so mainstream that im having to fill out a referral for bottom surgery and it asks, "what is your assigned gender at birth" and i dont know WHAT to put because they are almost definitely using it as a "woke" way to ask if you were born male or female, but that question for me has two different answers depending on what the question actually means, cause i WAS assigned female at birth, but im biologically intersex and have ambiguous genitalia
ultimately, if you want to talk about being born a male or female, growing up a boy or girl, going through testosterone or estrogen based puberty, experiences as someone with a uterus, just say those things outright. and also, lets renormalize NOT asking trans people what sex they were "born as" by asking if theyre afab/amab. theres just no need. like i want to be charitable but im so over it
Sex isn't binary, nor is it static. Taking HRT fundamentally changes your secondary (and hell, your primary) sex characteristics. If you call me AMAB or "male bodied", I am stealing your wallet.
Oh, you were diagnosed with an autism spectrum disorder by a psychiatrist using the criteria in the DSM-V? That's cute.
I was diagnosed with autism by my Spotify wrapped.
Had a dream where Johnny from “The Devil Went Down To Georgia” came out as a trans woman and the response was so unanimously positive it reversed nearly all of the transphobic bills in the South. She played live in Georgia to an audience of about a third of the US.
Happy late pride month to Joanie, the best that’s ever been 🏳️⚧️
Joanie recently changed her name to Jolene because “it’s funnier”, she says
FRIENDS IN AMERICA: DO NOT SIGN UP FOR ANY LGBTQIA+ STUDIES OR SURVEYS. chances are they’re fake/being monitored and your real/legal name will be recorded
would you guys like it if I uploaded some comedy clips here
the news media isn't doing my design justice. Bask in the glory of my child, Laserham Lincoln.
Which Illinois flag proposal is better?
Option 1
Option 2
Flag Wars Bonus Round
Laserham Lincoln is my child. Thank you for all the love.
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Thinking about the Limp Bizkit edition Sega Dreamcast today
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is the world really such a terrible place? yesterday i asked if oat milk was extra and the barista said yes so i said ok just regular milk then and when she gave me my chai latte she whispered “i used oat milk ;)” doesnt that make u want to live another day?
here is my life philosophy: next week there might be someone ahead of you in line at the store who’s short a quarter and you have a quarter and you can give it to them. if you weren’t there, they’d have to put something back. the week after that you could be getting lunch and the waiter might ask if you want some pancakes someone else ordered and never picked up. you could find someone’s lost cat. you could watch someone’s bag while they go to the restroom. there are so many ways you are going to touch other people’s lives and they are going to touch yours and there’s no way to know when it’s going to happen. so you have to keep living!!! i wouldn’t want to die knowing that tomorrow the barista will give me free oat milk just to be nice.
When I was 11 years old - we went to Sea World for my birthday. This was to avoid the realization I had no friends, and no one to come to a birthday party and probably because someone gave my mother free tickets at work. It was kinda a shitty day despite being at a theme park full of cute animals. There was a new roller coaster there that had just opened so we decided to go on. I was nervous. I’d never been on a roller coaster.
A group of 6 college kids were ahead of us in line and started chatting with me. Full on just having a fun conversation with someone literally going through the beginning of a very awkward middle school period. I was so shocked they wanted to talk to me. I think my mom mentioned it was my birthday. They were very nice about it. When we got on the ride they told us to go ahead of them so we could sit at the front of the car since it held 8 people.
Now the ride (called Journey to Atlantis - I believe it is sadly no longer there) started with a slow ride of beautiful visuals of dolphins and oceans and computerized images of this imaginary Atlantis before going up the hill to the beginning of the coaster, where it paused for about 30 seconds, and then the ride started. The college kids must have known there would be a pause. Maybe they’d ridden it before I’m not sure.
But as we sat there on that peak, 6 people I’ve never known, and will never know again, sang a very very lonely 11 year old happy birthday. Loudly. And with gusto. They were happy and laughing and joyful. And it made me feel less alone in the world.
I am 29 years old this year, and I still remember them. I still remember that kindness. It is so important. It doesn’t go into a vacuum. It exists beside me in my daily life. And I love the idea that I have been that person to someone else too.
It’s stunningly lovely to be human when we’re kind to each other.
OH THIS CAN’T BE LEFT IN THE NOTES
the rumors of my death were greatly exaggerated
redownloaded this so I have another app to scroll when I'm bored