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hello tumblr one piece animation for you. made myself laugh lots with this one
You have to tell that Black "boy" that she can be a girl too.
Black eggs and tgirls are more than any other group relentlessly masculinized. It is a weight, a prison that they must fight to escape. You need to be there for the Black girls in your life.
The idea that I could be a girl was something that I had to build to because of the how heavily the mere thought was an impossibility to me from those around me, especially from white people.
You have to have to let those black eggs know that they can be a girl. I am begging you.
So like. Y’all know that ISFF ain’t from the US or from an anglophone country, right?
I know this site is US and anglophone centric but it’s fascinating seeing people rush to call a post about Black transfemmes also deserving to be let out of their egg young racist bc the juxtaposition of boy/girl was used normally and in the same way as in her other egg cracking/forcefem posts.
More than other transfemmes, Black transfemmes are forcibly matured as part of Transmisogynoir. Black “girlhood” is often out of reach for us even if we transition young, because we have to survive, because the world “matures” Black people so that a 12 year old is a man and not a boy, a woman not a girl. We are only a “girl” when people want to exploit the Black Girl Magic, when they can get something out of us being “girls” and not women, we are systematically and culturally denied access to so much of what we should grow with.
So yeag, let that Black “boy” realize she ain’t a fuckin boy before the world forces her into being a Black Man, let her become a Black girl without having to experience being a Black man first.
Let that “boy” be the girl she’s supposed to be before she’s forced to be a man or a woman.
rich man meme serirei edition AYYEE
Drew Sanji a little something... it's not everyday that you celebrate your 16th 21st birthday !
And the other 21 yo (deceased)
Ukrainian fairytale
Horse jar, 2024. I keep popcorn kernels in it :)
shut up and dance with me 🪩
It's a ship dynamic.
(Post from my old account, which got hacked and deleted.)
This is kinda canon if you think about it
Someone in Glasgow please go see this for me pls. I will be there in spirit 🙏
Brief report from the flute accompaniment:
It went well! At least 100 people attended, families dogs a solid portion of Glasgow's trans community. There was a really lovely atmosphere, nice weather and a very cheerful celebratory vibe.
After short speeches from the ballhaver and the large dyke (my wife), the ballhaver was given a chupa chup and blindfolded (execution style). The balls were then duly kicked; it made a surprisingly loud dull thumping sound. She fell to the ground to loud cheers and there was a moment of silence while Taps played on the flute. The large dyke wore solovair urban hikers.
Account from the Large Dyke.
Arrived early to find the crowd already gathering, so the kick got off to a prompt start. Following some introductions from everybody and some cheery folk music from our flautist (my wife!) we got on with the kick.
I think we got good contact, the top of my boot making a good solid noise on impact. Very good atmosphere all round, people stayed to chat for a while. Were it not January it would have been an excellent opportunity for a picnic.
10/10 queer event, would happily kick anybody in the balls in the name of community.
Account from the ball haver
7am: the pressure is getting to me; I wake up and drink half a bottle of diet iron bru from my bedside table; roll out of bed, and psych myself up in the mirror - "you can do this my little pogchamp" I say to myself over and over until I decend into a stupor.
8am: I play an hour of Okami on steam to replenish my chi levels
9am: I look at my balls for a while
10am: I spend 20 or so minutes trying to decide what to wear before realising it's the subartic in midwinter and I'm going to have to dress for -2C° regardless of what I choose and opt of my trusty black Schott thermal padded winter flight jacket and a pair of loose, warm Uniqlo trousers to give my testicles room to breathe.
11am: crashing out, texting my friends to arange a substitute kickee, an understudy, anybody so I can just become one with the crowd and not go through with it
12am: the homies have arrived, I'm drinking redbush tea in a small cafe by the park; god is in his heaven and all is right with the world
12.15: "you must be here to watch me get kicked in the balls?"
12.40: a circle emerges, from within the circle a palpable energy focuses like a lens down unto me and I feel like I'm gonna pee my pants a little
12.50: cheers begin, several complete families with dogs arrive - more friends appear and assort themselves into a gathering of 'real heads' ready to watch my groin be dessicated by the firm lace of a women for woman woman with a foot loosed through the gates of war as Augustus saw fit the dispatch and return of his troops from far corners through the blessings of Janus.
12.55: I think I left the stove on
1pm: Short introductions are made, grace is shown, beautiful flute music accompanies the gathering
1.03pm: what is left of my dignity disappears up my inguinal canal; I fall to the ground and languish a moment. I can feel it more in my lower chest than I can in my groin but the humour and adrenaline lift me and I'm laughing on my feet again soon. I kneel for the last post.
a lil love letter to this past june
Me: You know how when you were a kid and you’d wish that you’d get sick or injured in a way that would justify why you didn’t live up to your potential?
Everybody, apparently: No?
Run into a cave and break your ankle so that people have to come find you and they see you lying at the bottom of this beautiful cave and maybe there’s a waterfall and the light from the crystals makes you look really beautiful and they say “Are you okay?” and you say “I think so” and they say “oh my God have you been here alone this whole time with a broken ankle” and you say “it’s okay” and they say “you’re so brave” and you are brave and you look so beautiful surrounded by cave crystals and everyone stands over you and says “oh wow” and “you poor beautiful thing” and “I’m so sorry we let you run into the cave but I’m so glad we found you” and let them carry you home and promise to be your best friends forever and that everything’s their fault and also they named the cave after you and you’re prettier than all of your enemies and your enemies all died of jealousy while you were in the cave.
“How to Respond to Criticism” by Danny M. Lavery for The Toast
seems like plenty of people are lacking the Vitamin
for all the sanusoers out there
josuyasu are so funny they should start a podcast