Seriously, minsan naasar na ako sa mga nag po-post ng mga kung ano ano diyan na may naka tag na #wp or #wd. Example sa mga pictures, grabe hindi naman ako hater pero naasar talaga ako pag may tag na ganun para lang may mag reblog or WAHT, haha basta. Mabait ako pero may insecurities din ako kahit papaano. Saka alam ko nakaka-offend din itong post na ito pero sa totoo lang talaga, wala e. HAIXZT
“I have been a dad for 6 years, a mom for 12, and for a time in between I was both, or neither, like some parental version of the schnoodle or the cockapoo. [...] I understand the reluctance many people have to play down the importance of gender, or for that matter, biology, in parenting; a world in which male and female are not fixed poles but points in a spectrum is a world that feels unstable, unreal. And yet to accept the wondrous scope of gender is to affirm the potential of life, in all its messy beauty. Motherhood and fatherhood are not binaries. And that, I’d argue, is a good thing. [...] All of this gives me great hope for the future of the American family, for our open-mindedness and the great potential of our sons and daughters. But just as I begin to become overly optimistic, I remember seeing some television show featuring transsexual women and their children, back in the 1970s. My grandmother was watching it. “Oh for God’s sake,” she said, sucking on her Kent filter king, “those people aren’t women.” “They’re not?” I said. She had no idea that I was a woman like the ones she was dismissing. How could she have known? I was just a boy then. “Of course not,” said Gammie. “They have children,” I pointed out. “And breasts. And — you know. Vaginas.” She shot me a look. Ladies of her generation didn’t say vagina or vote for Democrats. “That’s not what makes someone a mother,” she said. “Really? What does?” Gammie took a long drag on her cigarette. “Suffering,” she said. For mothers and fathers alike, there are times when the line between suffering and joy can be as vague as the line, for transgender people, between masculine and feminine. But surely it is those moments we feel everything at once — maleness, femaleness, melancholy, ecstasy — that make us most human.”
—Absolutely beautiful essay on what makes a mother by Jennifer Finney Boylan, who used to be James Finney Boylan. Pair with the New Yorker’s heart-warming celebration of gender diversity this Mother’s Day.
Boylan’s fantastic recent book, Stuck in the Middle with You: A Memoir of Parenting in Three Genders, is a must-read.
You don’t need to be perfect to be called beautiful. Perfection and Beauty both differ in spelling and in meaning. Perfection doesn’t mean beauty, and beauty doesn’t mean perfection. Sometimes, what makes a person beautiful is her imperfections. Her flaws, her vulnerability, her insecurities and her awkwardness makes her beautiful. You know why? Because through those imperfections is the genuine, pure self that makes her beautiful. Remember: Nobody’s perfect, but as long as you stay true to who you are, no matter how the society says that you shouldn’t, being you makes you beautiful.
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Yes, women should have the ultimate control of their body- including whether or not they want to have a child. You bitches are right, it’s up to you. But instead of making a baby, and then killing it, how about you keep your legs closed or perhaps use this technology that a lot of people don’t seem to know about, called a condom. Rape, or health complications are different stories when it comes to abortion. But if you can help it, abortion isn’t fucking necessary you liberal smuts.
Listen, guys, Ness is the perfect OTP, arguably out of any that I have ever shipped, and let me tell you why.
- They have an emotionally healthy relationship. Do you know how rare that is on TV? They are not angsting and pining over each other. They do not need each other in order to function normally. They do not torture each other. They laugh and tease each other and they don’t know what they are, but they know they want to be together, so they don’t fight it. They go with it. They drive off into the distance without a destination, bickering about going right or left, and laughing along the way.
- They are friends first and foremost. They are giggly and silly with each other. She inspires him to grow up and take himself more seriously; he brings out her fun side. They love each other, but they don’t make a big deal about it, and the loft chemistry remains intact.
- They are flawed. Nick is grumpy, immature and not good with expressing his feelings. Jess is judgmental, kooky, and sometimes hard to handle. But they complement each other. They make each other happy— but they also make each other better. She has her doubts about him (what sane person wouldn’t?) but she believes in him anyway. And he blossoms because of it.
- Jess brings out Nick’s romantic side. He has the credit score of a homeless ghost, and he doesn’t like to do his laundry (ever), and he drinks too much (and knows it). But for Jess— he will wear Schmidt’s clothes. He will make a reservation at a nice restaurant. He will try to keep Schmidt and Winston in line. He will try to prove everybody wrong. He will sweep her off her feet (literally) and take a chance with her. And I don’t think he’s trying to be someone he’s not— I think he’s trying to be the person he is. Because Nick is a good guy, but he doesn’t know it, he doesn’t believe it. And with Jess, he’s beginning to.
- Jess and Nick’s chemistry is off the charts. Of course, this has a lot to do with Jake and Zooey, who work like a dream together— but the characters just have this spark. You believe them together. They are funny and crazy and sweet and real. They could be your own loftmates. They make magic when they are together.
- Their trajectory has been believable. Jess moved in and she was just weird. She was coming off a bad breakup, and watched Dirty Dancing all day. Nick, who is closed-off and crotchety, thought she was insane and tried to keep his distance— but he was intrigued by her. She wasn’t like anyone he’d ever known. (Not because he hasn’t dated weird girls, because we all know he has, but because she is the kind of weird that is perfect for him, even if he didn’t know it at first.) Even from the start, he was the one she was close to— he was the one who convinced her to get her stuff back from Spencer in ep2. And from there, they relaxed into each other and became really good friends. Platonic, but with sparks. And when the sparks got too big to handle, and of course they started to wonder— well, the show was fearless. The show went with it. Liz Meriwether and the crew really need mad props for their boldness, because some shows would have just dragged out the will-they-won’t-they for seasons to come. But nope. Nick and Jess admitted their feelings for each other, and began the bumpy road to figuring out who they are together. No fuss, no pretention. And it actually made the show better. The New Girl writers were very honest about Nick and Jess and their relationship, which was refreshing and fun to watch.
The finale proved all this and more. Nick and Jess have no idea where this is going— but they know they love each other. They came to that conclusion together. Nick came out to tell her he wanted to “un-call” their earlier decision, and before he could even open his mouth, Jess told him that she wanted the same thing. They are on the same page. They get each other.
Nick is not ideal, in many ways. And Jess— well, she’s not an easy girlfriend either. But both are sunny, lovable people who will try for each other, and that makes for satisfying television, and satisfying shipping.
Heto na naman po tayo sa pagkukumpara ng Tumblr noon sa Tumblr ngayon. Guise kelan kaya mag sisink in sa utak ng bawat isa na iba talaga ang noon sa ngayon. Lahat ng bagay nagbabago, at inevitable yon, there’s nothing we can do about it. Wag nyo namang ipamukha sa mga baguhan dito sa Tumblr na sila ang dahilan kung bakit naging ganito ang site na ito ngayon.
It’s funny that whenever a blogger says that he/she doesn’t really care about the notes or when he/she doesn’t blog for the notes, they get notes. Really guys? Can’t we just keep it to ourselves and try not to impress? I mean, who doesn’t like to get notes? Can’t we just keep quiet about that “I don’t care about the notes chuchu”? ‘Cause if you really don’t care, you wouldn’t even try to make a post about it. But yeah, this is only my opinion and you have other opinions about it. And yeah, I respect that. So yeah, everything’s cool to me.
Dear BOYS
- Kaming mga BABAE, magaling magpretend.
- Kapag nasasaktan kami, nagpapakamanhid kami.
- Kapag may nakitang hindi maganda, nagbubulag bulagan kami.
- Kapag may narinig na mali, nagbibingi bingihan kami.
- Pero kapag mag isa nalang kami, dun kami naglalabas ng sakit.
- Dun kami umiiyak.
- Kaya ang pangarap naming lalake ay yung sensitive sa mga nararamdaman namin.
- Yung kayang i-handle kung anong nararamdaman namin.
