my 6yo piano student: did you KNOW that girls can marry girls and BOYS can marry boys? But they can’t do that romantic dance together when one has a rose in their mouth, because only boys can play the guitar :(
me: 👁️👄👁️well actually, girls can definitely play guitar??
6yo: WAIT REALLY?? :O
it was honestly so fucking adorable because she was SO excited to impart with me the news that gay marriage exists, but then instantly heartbroken that wlw couples were robbed of all romance as they couldn’t possibly do the flamenco together
Everyone told me testosterone would make me angrier. My family has a habit of attributing any anger I feel these days to the testosterone. I didn’t feel any angrier, but my mother would still tell me that no, I am angrier now, and testosterone did make me angrier and *she* could tell.
A week or two ago, I got my proof to the contrary. I’d been having a difficult day, woke up late, and had to rush out the door, ran into minor inconvenience after minor inconvenience, and then the straw broke the camel’s back.
I wrote out the kind of angry vindictive seething text message I used to write constantly. I didn’t send it, of course, I copied it out and pasted it in the folder of my notes where I put all my rage venting.
And then I thought.
Huh, it’s been a little while since I did that. And I checked the time and dates on my previous notes. The last one was a few days before I started testosterone.
And scrolling back, I noticed that they were *constant* at least one a week for *years* I used to get so angry that I would get the serious urge to say cruel hurtful things to or about people I cared about on a near-daily basis. I didn’t realize how big of a problem it was until all of a sudden I hadn’t gotten that angry in Eleven Months. Nearly a YEAR.
And then I realized in my rush to get out the door in the morning, I hadn’t taken my T shot. My testosterone was the lowest it’s been since August.
All of a sudden, I had demonstrable proof that testosterone really did make me less angry. That all that “you may not think you’re any angrier but you are” was bullshit.
I feel like I should be angrier about this than I am. I know how angry I used to get. About everything. I just felt it again for the first time in a while. For once, it would feel justified to be that angry. But I’m not. I’m not mad. I’m just… disappointed, I guess.
“you only feel this way because of hormones in your body” is one of the most dehumanizing thing you could say to another person
does tumblr know about tim misny??? like has the level of tim misny awareness that exists in northeast ohio broken containment and become known online yet???
ok so tim misny is a personal injury lawyer here in ohio.
that’s him. you do not have to remember his face from this image because you’re gonna see it a lot in this post. so mainly i think we all kinda honed in on tim misny because of his slogan
he’s gonna make them pay. he’s gonna get you that money but also it’s a little threatening like he’s gonna fully fuck his legal opponent’s shit up. this sprung tons of local memes. then there were the billboards which were normal at first.
but here’s the thing; we already know what misny does. he makes them pay. so it turns into just saying “you know what i do” which is funny enough if you don’t at all have the context.
but this is not where the absurdity caps out, my friends. no. this is what it has evolved to and they. are. everywhere.
that’s right. no text. just the judging eyes of tim misny, glaring through our skin and into our souls. there is no god. there is no devil. there is just tim misny and he’s gonna make them pay.
idk guys maybe we should try calling the amazon rain forest “sovereign indigenous lands” more often because i’m still seeing people talk about it like some sort of vast terra nullis where there are only animals–you know, like a colonialist
There are lots of indigenous people and tribes here, and their culture is shared a lot in my hometown — I’m from Manaus which is a city literally in the middle of the Amazon rainforest. So, yeah, people need to stop talking like that.
I think we should claim dandelions as trans flowers…. They’re seen as weeds and pests, they withstand a lot, they transform….. What more could you want
Also in Swedish DandelionChild refers to someone that despite hardships in their youth flourish and thrive
you know, one thing that i found extremely refreshing about the Barbie movie is how much it doesn’t hate men or masculinity, and instead positions compulsory masculinity as similarly limiting and imprisoning as femininity when it’s societally enforced
and i’ve been really surprised by how many people who have been going “this movie is anti-men, and that’s GREAT” when like. it’s not anti-men. it’s opposed to patriarchy and toxic masculinity, but it extends a great deal of compassion to individual men
not just to magic ken and sugar daddy ken and allan and the other rejected kens, but even to stereotypical ken, who like. causes a lot of the problems in barbieland and leads it. it extends a great deal of empathy for his sense of powerlessness and loneliness
and it would have been very easy for the film to basically just call him an incel and punish him for what he’s done by disenfranchising him even further, but it doesn’t do that? it says, hey. you need more to your identity than your gender, and there’s more to you than being str8
and that’s exactly the same weight of the message communicated to barbie, that there’s more to her identity than her gender, that there’s more to her than her perfect appearance and performance
neither of them have to just be dolls
idk, i enjoyed it as a well-crafted film without finding it like, hugely artistically impactful on me, but that aspect of its gender commentary was incredibly refreshing, and far more nuanced than i’m used to expecting of cisgender creators
and i think it’s a real shame for people to interpret that very carefully crafted arc for ken and the other kens and allan as “haha, this movie HATES men and thinks they’re STINKY” when like. a lot of work was done to go beyond that sort of very easy reflexive hatred
Tumblr already has a personalization algorithm it’s called my beloved mutuals who have great taste and only wish to psychologically damage me sometimes
i love you nonbinary people named sock and leaf and twig and shoe and fucking microwave for all i care i love you nonbinary people with weird names i love you nonbinaries who can give themselves names they love and put up with people giving them shit for naming themselves frog i love you self confidence i love you
I had an experience in a shop today, which ended in the purchasing of this Crab Bell. Which everyone has either said "what the fuck is that?" Or "CRAB BELL CRAB BELL CRAB BELL" I thought you would enjoy him
