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i saw someone on twitter redesign air shakur to make her resemble 2pac more and i love shakur so i wanted to do my own take on it!!

matchaprince

hot y’shtola summer!! ☀️

sailatina3

Girls I am looking you in the eye and holding you tight. 99% of all things people describe as being female or male puberty is made up bullshit. Sex is not as black and white as you think (nor is it real for that matter.) Please. Dont listen. Jaw sizes and leg lengths and whatever is made up, misogynistic, and sometimes even race science. PLEASE im begging you to not hold yourself to such standards, much less other people.

Happy Pride month apparently staff is flagging every post that contains ‘ Trans Woman ‘ in it, awesome so cool

#transmisogyny

inkskinned

Every day I handle more money than I will ever make. Every day.

At the start of my employment, my boss showed me videos of people stealing, and we both had a chuckle about it. How silly they were! There was a camera overhead, and it’s not to watch the shoppers. See, we can’t actually stop shoplifters. They get away with it maybe nine out of ten times. But we, who are watched and tallied and witnessed? We are always caught.

At first it was hard to hold one hundred dollars bills. An amount I had never seen before. An amount that didn’t exist in my household. It’s normal now. Here is something that is not for me.

“What the hell, I’ll take another,” says the man, pondering our 200 dollar watches. What the hell. Total comes to 580 and not even a flinch in his face. I have been working for 11 hours today and made only 110 dollars. It will go to my rent. Today I work for free, it feels. When I get my check, I will have 35 dollars left for food and saving.

The six hundreds he hands me go into the cash register. For a moment, I imagine having money. Then I put it away, counting out his change.

I know for a fact we sell our products for double what they are worth. That I could be making commission. That they could hand me those 580 dollars and change my life and not even mark the difference in their checkbooks. He’s not the only sale they make today, but I am the reason they made it. He’s not the only one spending 600 dollars, but if I hadn’t spent two hours with him telling me about his life, he wouldn’t have spent any. I go home. I don’t own a watch.

I have watched and rewatched a video on how to make salmon four ways. My shopping list is always the same. Pasta. Rice. Tuna. If I can afford butter it was a good week. I dream of the world I will never walk in, where I can throw the best fish fillet in the cart with a shrug. I hold hundreds in my hand and look up at the camera. I put them under the cash drawer.

I go to work. I scrap together my savings. I eat my bowl of rice slowly. My manager takes a paid week off from work just for his birthday. He owns a yacht.

I’m not worth the cost of a watch.

inkskinned

i wrote this while i was working at orlando’s walt disney world parks.

i was part of their college program. i moved to the state for it. they legally owned the building i was living in and still charged me rent. i ostensibly was being charged to work for them. it was a 2 bedroom apartment and they placed 6 adult women in it in forced triples.

as many as one in ten disney employees have experienced homelessness while working for the company. despite huge efforts to unionize, strike, or otherwise demand fair treatment; disney has refused to increase employee quality of life.

disney admits publicly that a good portion of their success is because the employees (“cast members”) are dedicated, passionate, and selfless. this is never reflected in pay. even “face” characters (ie those that are princesses etc) make barely above a minimum wage.

at the time that i worked there, i made $8.50 an hour. at one point i was asked to create a human shield around a bag because a bomb dog had alerted to it. for eight fucking dollars an hour.

i now work a very cushy office job. i have bought the salmon and cooked it all four ways.

i go to the store. i am nice to the person behind the counter. she looks up at the camera while she counts out my change. there is nothing fundamentally different about her and i.

we are both worth more than the watch, anyway.

#been looking for this for a while

lillie-garden

This is poetry to me

lillie-garden

I'm being serious btw like. There's a really particular transfem horror to this.

lillie-garden

every so often this will get circulated around again and I resist the urge to start telling off the many, many transmascs who comment on it about how scary it was for them going on T because of this so "transmasc here, I totally get it" and its like. you don't. you really dont. the parallel of the lack of agency PAIRED with the ability to call for help is the entire thing. the consistent lack of understanding that estrogen doesn't change our voices. that it's something we just Lose and never get back. it fucks with me & every time I get a wave of Men Insisting They Understand Something That They Clearly Don't it's like. the poems keep writing themselves huh

beehunterkisser

why doesn't the big uma just eat the little uma