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elixir

Sunset, blue clowds Félix Vallotton — 1918 Oil on canvas

otovx-deactivated20230605

20’s French perfume bottle

almabuc

The Lady and the Unicorn - View

Aquatint, 50x65, 2018

almabuc

The Lady and the Unicorn - Taste

Aquatint, 50x65, 2018

iliothermia

boyfriends who are taking home plants for their new home together !!

pollicinor

Tatsuya Tanaka

heikala

Rhubarb 🥬

millennialsargueback

hugealienpie

Another popular one, especially in wealthier families, was that your son would “move to Europe,” and then a few months later your “niece” would move into town and live in his old bedroom.

Trans isn’t new. We just have to know how to look for it in history.

socialistexan

Just as a reminder: the reason we don’t see a lot of trans history is because it was actively erased. Literally.

Germany had a thriving LGBTQ community in the early 20th century, before the Nazis came around. Germans, specifically Magus Hirshfeld, literally coined the term “transsexual” and performed the first modern SRS in the 1920’s. Then the Nazis came and sent them all to camps and burned their books. One of the first major Nazi book burnings was the library of the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft. We were purposefully erased from history.

We’ve always existed, and the people that oppose our existence need to know who they’re in company with.

great-tweets

We just knew.

awed-frog

As a reminder, this is what she looks like:

yougetsomekisses

larkiethings

Also I hope everyone knows that Miette was fostered before she was adopted, and her foster mom loved that little kitten so much and always hoped she'd gone to a good home. this tweet got so popular that she recognized Miette and reached out to her current mom, and was able to share previously unseen baby pictures

darthmelyanna

You mean, she saw Miette was kicked like the football and did nothing to help put Mother in jail for a thousand years? I am appalled.

tigerses

her!!!

madeofstarsandfairylights

Baby Miette!!!

tanuki-kimono

Cutest sea themed kimono outfit by Gofukuya, featuring a rakko (sea otter) kimono paired with a uni (sea urchin) and kai (shellfish) obi.

forestgreenandgray

Honestly the hardest part for me about figuring out that I’m transmasc was realizing that I didn’t identify as sapphic anymore.

I feel like, in queer spaces especially sapphic love is so romanticized there’s this idea that it’s the most pure, ideal form of love and I think that’s something that ought to be addressed.

This also manifests in bisexuals saying things like “I’m bisexual but have you seen men 🤮”, and in people implying that a man could never love a woman in the same way that another woman could.

Sentiments like these are incredibly harmful to queer men, and contribute to a lot of internalized homophobia and transphobia.

Loving men or being a man isn’t ‘unfortunate’. It’s beautiful and it isn’t any less queer than loving women.

transfaguette

It's pretty violent that people are more concerned with gatekeeping transmasc individuals from accessing vital resources on the basis of ""not misgendering us,"" (despite that often meaning we are left with nothing), rather than actually like, giving a shit about transmasculine health and safety, at all.

ryebreadgf

yall with your ugly celeb man crushes

bramblepatch

This is a powerful child.

thetroublesofbeingtrans

I recently came out to my mother's side of the family who are majority conservative christians and it went much better than I expected. Like, they were weirdly supportive. I only got one comment insinuating that I might possibly be going to hell but it came from my aunt and she's dying soon anyway so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. Anyway, I'm telling them how shocked I am and that I honestly thought that they'd have more of a problem with it when my grandma is like "Well you know we've been through this before with your uncle Nicky" and I'm like "what" and so it turns out that my uncle Nick was born a Natalie, came out as a boy at 19, and my great grandma proceeded to pay for his top surgery and hormone therapy. In 1974. And I just had to process for a bit because my entire life no one has referred to him as anything other than he/him and his chosen name. I ask why no one ever thought to mention this and they're just like "tbh we forgot. It's been so long that he's been a man" This man is married. He has a wife and three kids. I ask my relatives how they went about having kids, whether through adoption or sperm donor or what and none of them know. Apparently he just told everyone that they were gonna be parents and then one day showed up at my grandma's house with a baby. No questions were asked. Just. He and his wife had a baby now and that was that. Three times. Weeks later when I finally talk to my aunt Sarah (Nick's wife) all she tells me is that neither of them have ever been pregnant and, I quote, "sometimes you just come into children". She phrased it like people use the phrase "come into money". Like children are something that just happens to you. I ask my relatives if any of them had a problem with Nick being trans at the time, saying I'd understand if they had negative feelings about it, as it was the 1970s after all. They were like "nope" and i was just like "you didn't think anything of it?" And my grandfather was like "these things happen" while the other adults nodded sagely. So I guess the moral here is that if my conservative christian relatives could accept my uncle as trans in the 1970s then there really isn't any excuse for anyone. And also my family needs to ask more questions because I'm fairly sure my aunt and uncle stole their kids.

I'm laughing my ass off at that last sentence- But I'm so glad your coming out went well! That's one heck of a way to find out you have LGBT relatives.

somecunttookmyurl

i can tell i’m sleep deprived bc i just made myself cry about tutankhamun and i have, like, negative interest in the kid

somecunttookmyurl

have now made the rest of the discord cry about this little boy who had multi-coloured ducks sewn onto a tunic that he loved so much he wore it to a Very Important Event because he was EIGHT and have you SEEN my DUCKS

somecunttookmyurl

sorry no i’m not done i’m gonna make you all cry some more i’m bringing you down with me

there was once a little boy.

he is born disabled. his body hurts, and he can’t walk properly the way the other children do. he doesn’t understand why. he’s a little boy. but he plays with wooden boats and pulls toys on a string.

somebody makes him a tunic. they sew ducks onto it in red and green and yellow and blue. the bright colours of a child.

the little boy is eight years old, and he’s going to be king now. there’s a big ceremony about it. he doesn’t really fully understand what’s going on, because he’s eight, but he wears the tunic with the brightly coloured ducks for the occasion because he loves it. look at his ducks! aren’t they great?

he is a child. the adults around him manipulate and coax him to gain more power for themselves. he still plays with toys.

as a teenager, not yet an adult, he fathers children. they do not survive. he’s not even old enough to have full agency in his job and is still being manipulated, but he had babies and they died.

he does not make it to his twenties. at eighteen or nineteen years old he dies, and is buried. his babies, so tiny, are buried with him.

and so is his tunic with the little ducks that he loved so much he kept it long after it no longer fit.

there was once a little boy.

somecunttookmyurl

yeah i think that like. especially with historical figures in your mind people who were kings and queens or important nobles were adults. even if you know how old they were it doesn’t really click. it doesn’t seem real

but then you get something like a little tunic with brightly coloured ducks on it and it hits you like a fucking truck that this really was a little kid and no matter how far removed you are a little kid is still a little kid. their brains didn’t develop any quicker back then. he was just as developed/mature mentally as any 8 year old now. he had cartoonish animals on his clothes and he played with toy boats and probably terrorised the local cat population.

tutankhamun was a child and he didn’t make it to adulthood because he was unfortunate enough to be a very important child

his dad died when he was 8. he saw his own babies die when he was still just a boy himself.

but he had brightly coloured little ducks on his favourite shirt, and he kept it.

somecunttookmyurl

and he did not just keep the duckie shirt either

tutankhamun had a little pair of sandals with ducks on them. he had earrings decorated with ducks. he kept those, and other items of childhood clothing. some toys. keepsakes. things he loved, and treasured. he kept them all in a little wooden chest. the chest… was carved with ducks.

and that little duck chest, filled with things he kept from his childhood, was buried with him. maybe he was keeping them for the little babies who did not make it. maybe they just reminded him of good days and fun times.

but he was a little boy who thought ducks were just the best

somecunttookmyurl