Autistic, aroace (I think), and some sort of trans woman. Old enough to drink, even in Nanny America, though my percise age is none of your god damned business. Writer, Musician, Artist, Streamer or Software developer depending on what I have the energy for at the time.
This is genuinely one of the most vile posts I've ever seen on here.
The idea that transmascs (or any marginalized person, really) are excited about the idea of getting to be "higher" on the social ladder than someone else. This is just plain bigotry with literally no basis in reality.
This post already has hundreds of uncrtical reblogs. Knowing that, at minimum, hundreds of people think this of transmascs makes me sick to my stomach. When history looks back on your hatred I will not be forgiving any of you.
Actually the transmasc in the comic reminds me of myself. When I was 14. And when I realized that's what I was doing I had an existential crisis about it
Weird how cis white men can literally get away with rape but a trans woman’s life can be totally vilified for all eternity if she corrects someone’s misgendering too angrily
i think some people need to learn that transfem and transmasc are terms specifically for nonbinaries and genderqueer people and you have to mention transgender/transsexual/transsex men and women too if what you're saying applies to us as well
Huh. You know broadly I consider myself a trans woman but… well I wouldn't say I'm not binary trans but I also don't actually get gender on a fundamental level. Like I'm working off patterns of my own behaviour to make that call more so than any instinctual connection to the concepts of masculinity or femininity. Is calling myself a transfem stolen valor?
me: "have they tried not being fucking ignorant religious bigots?"
article: “I suspect that a bit of the steam has gone out of the LGBT thing,” Backman told the right-wing outlet, staying ahead of the issue. “There may be the odd protester, but if they have got armies of PR people laser-focused on that then I suspect it may be OK.”
The thing that pisses me off the most though is the fact I know so many LGBTQ+ individuals that still go there, and they are surprised when I actually don't. It's literally like that tweet.
Do you think tumblr will ever learn the difference between “I’m defending this person because I agree with them wholeheartedly and I am also like this person” and “I’m defending this person because your behavior is dangerous and you need to stop”
IMO, blurring the lines between “I’m defending them because they’re right” and “I’m defending them because you’re taking this too far” is step numero uno to cutting down the very existence of fair trial and democracy–even in places where saying that might seem a little dramatic.
Mob mentality is extremely strong in humans and it’s also extremely dangerous. Mobs don’t think things through. Mobs kill and they destroy and they can’t be reasoned with. Someone trying to calm a mob down isn’t someone defending the ~problematic party~ It’s time we re-learn that.
Do y'all mind if I post less comics while I work on an animation project? I always feel like I'm letting people down when I don't post but I promise, this will be worth it!
Your comics look like one of the surreal spongebob episodes. Like the gorilla or stuff like that. I don't know what you're animating but I'm pretty sure its about to permanently alter some brain chemistries
redditors insisting why it's ok to he/him Jax and why it's actually better to than to call a trans woman she/her while also they/them-ing me despite my pronouns being front and center
"Masculinity is always rewarded in society!!" In the 1900s, women could get lobotomized for anything that was deemed as "masculine behaviour", you dared to even wear pants? lobotomy. In many of these cases doctors recognized that lobotomies would result in either the woman dying or becoming a vegetable, enough that they would be refered to as "a veritable household pet". Lobotomies were done for multiple reasons, but one of them was for being masculine.
If by "rewarded" you mean "getting your entire functions reduced to nothing because you were forced to recieve a nail through your eye to destroy your frontal lobe and most likely dying in the process" then yes, masculinity is "rewarded"
Twenty years into the future, everything is dying. Faced with revolutionary change or death, the world's leaders had chosen to march into Armageddon.
The third subnuclear scuffle of the month had resolved without too many deaths, the next Democrat nominee claims. As the people of the world cry out under bayonets and bullets and bombs, louder grow the voices to stay the course.
Cast onto the street by precarity, you still find yourself glued to your phonescreen, along with the other fifty percent of the population, sitting under the baking sunlight and shivering stars beside you. The news matters as much to you as your next meal, even if it turns your stomach.
In the line, between metal crowd-control barriers (the last thing the government still made in decent quality) someone starts screaming. A tall man, wild-eyed, shrieking at you. He raises a tattooed arm and grabs you (the smell of cigarette clinging to your clothing the rest of the day) and pushes you to the ground, spinning his head to shout bloody spittle to the others that you are secretly a man. They avoid his gaze uncomfortably and the line continues on.
One day, you rouse slowly. The sunset's warm rays pour through the papered-over windows of the stuffy building you slept in. You've been avoiding the midday heat and moving during the night.
You get ready with the usual haste, washing wherever you can, shaving your face, changing. As you start to pack, you notice the quiet.
Everything is quiet.
Usually, at this time, there's the rush of cars outside and the distant rumble of more cars in the distance. The whine of a helicopter or the squeal of a train fail to punctuate the silence.
You peel back newspaper from a window and find stillness. Serenity.
Then you pick out the smoke on the horizon.
You pack more quickly, pulling your bag onto your shoulder and pushing out a side-door into an alleyway.
The street is packed with cars, unmoving. You pull out your phone. Still have battery. You make for the nearest free wifi you can remember and stumble.
Corpses line the sidewalk. Every so often, piles of them, clumped.
A rumble of thunder in the distance. The streetlights flicker.
As you would find out, more than 85% of the world's population had died while you slept.
In the coming weeks, as you met the other survivors - trans girls, like you - you would come to learn the leading theories. Some sort of noösphere phenomenon, simultaneous cult rituals by American and Russian girls, an infohazard or escaped AI. Whatever it was, anyone whose mental model wasn't transfem was zapped.
Things were hectic at first, but as far as things could have gone, it wasn't that bad.
There was an even distribution of survivors in every nation on Earth, though for safety's sake everyone consolated into regional capitals. There weren't that many girls who knew how to operate power plants, so everyone ended up clustered around them.
Anyone with a trade skill ended up with a half-dozen apprentices, so you ended up doing scut work for some bitch who had managed to get a biochemistry degree before things went to shit. It wasn't the worst, you were forced to admit, she was undeniably a good teacher (and when you got high together she'd scratch your head and call you a good girl).
Things were rough sometimes. Internet infrastructure went down in one region or another, your own city lost it for half a year. It wasn't surprising that computer science was one field that didn't suffer much personnel loss. Entire regions went dark and never appeared again. A fault in the power, water, wastewater, agricultural, medical, or whatever sector without the ability to consult or call for help would leave no trace of a city except the refugees appearing in the cities around it.
More or less, everyone stuck together. There were more than enough resources, the only problem was the ability to distribute them and produce more. Small-scale banditry and larger-scale warlordism led to a brief period of militarisation and a longer period of consolidation.
After five years, most former nations had only one city or two cities remaining. After ten, every continent converged to a single metropolis.
In the corpse of humanity, wildlife and vegetation had overtaken the rest of the world. You sat around a table debating the location for the world-capital, where everyone would finally retreat to, together.
Um… okay I wouldn't go that far. Like many cis woman would survive. A few cis men. Most trans men I think. I'm not sure I would. I'm not sure if my experiences count as transmisogyny.
Okay, maybe I got some reflecting to do but my broader point is we're still going to be burying cis men until pride month because while transmisogyny effects a lot of people who aren't trans women, the idea that Donald Trump could ever be negatively effected by transmisogyny is so intellecutally deficient, I'm pretty sure we could use it to make a clanker's head explode.
A lot of "TME" people are actually very much negatively effected by transmisogyny. But all of them? Nah fam. Nah
I will mention I am not physically disabled before I share this story, this was a one time thing.
About a year ago, I had a time period when walking hurt EXTREMELY bad because my hips were, for some reason, hurting. This time was two days long, and during two days, I went through. So. Much. Shit.
My mom made me go to two events where I would have to stand or walk around, the first of which being hours long with zero sitting and I only got my mom to let me sit on the grass after practically begging because walking hurt so bad I couldn’t force myself to continue following my completely healthy family.
I was told I shouldn’t complain because it wasn’t a disability and “just a bit of pain” when I told my dad walking hurt and I didn’t want to attend the Passover dinner, not only am I not Christian but there were parts where I had to force myself to stand up out of a chair with zero help or else it would ruin the ceremony.
I got not a single doctors appointment about this, and I know my family has the money to get me one, I did not go once. I was told it would go away, and thankfully it did.
The pain eventually went away and I haven’t had an incident since but I do currently have an injured knee that will decide to stop being a good knee and start hurting and locking up on me, though this was a sports injury and not a random thing.
So. Happy disability pride month, they fucking DESERVE a month.
Being a teen is crazy because wdym I can tell my parents “I hate the use of AI people should just learn how to make music/do art/code/etc” and then. They design me up for. Guess what. Ai. Vibe. Coding. Camp. Os I either have to go against how much I HATE Ai or my parents can yell at me and ground me for not doing something I’m very vocal about not wanting to do.
When I was a lot younger than a teenager, my parents signed me up for some stuff where I super didn't want to be there. Sensible stuff like the scouts and kickboxing I might have liked in my 20s but felt like the end of the world back then. So I got myself kicked out by being a screaming menace who attacked other children and my parents were informed I wasn't welcome back. And I'm sure they got mad at me but the bridge had already been burned so nothing they could do about it would put me back in that situation
Now you probably don't need to go as far as biting anybody. Smashing every piece of electronics set in front of you should suffice. Can't be included in camp activities if you endanger their bottom line.
Or if you want to play it more conservatively, download free-robux.exe onto camp computers and then claim genuine inconpetence. It won't take the conputers permanently out of comission but reimaging will waste someone's afternoon every time you do it. Assuming anyone running a vibe coding camp knows how to reimage a PC.
"Trans men will never understand what it's like to have thousands of nazis attack you" Girl has no interest in the oppression of anyone but people like herself like
You look up Elliot Page and it's like the second thing that pops up
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