Based on actual events

Once again @everyone: REBLOG stuff you like!

And DONT REPOST stuff that’s already here! WHY do we even have to go through this again huh? DON’T. DO. IT.

And if you share something from a different platform that isn’t on tumblr already you ASK the creator for permission and then give CREDIT!

reblog, don’t repost, this

Terminology reminder: reblogging is Tumblr’s in-site sharing system but REPOSTING is saving a picture from a post and then making your own post

I have seen genuine confusion about this in the past (largely from ppl more used to other sites that don’t have a reblog system) that’s the only reason I’m adding the explanation

mr sandman

man me a sand

Make it the cutest man car door hook hand

i cannot begin to explain the emotions i feel every day knowing that this post i made in the middle of playing tf2 when i was 16 is going to be the one thing of mine that has made the largest impact on the world by a fucking mile

The booping may be over but just know I am still booping every single one of you in my heart. If you see this post consider yourself booped

"The trannies should be able to piss in whatever toilet they want and change their bodies however they want. Why is it my business if some chick has a dick or a guy has a pie? I'm not a trannie or a fag so I don't care, just give 'em the medicine they need."

"This is an LGBT safe space. Of COURSE I fully support individuals who identify as transgender and their right to self-determination! I just think that transitioning is a very serious choice and should be heavily regulated. And there could be a lot of harm in exposing cis children to such topics, so we should be really careful about when it is appropriate to mention trans issues or have too much trans visibility."

One of the above statements is Problematic and the other is slightly annoying. If we disagree on which is which then working together for a better future is going to get really fucking difficult.

Someone who says they don't care if dudes wear dresses and makeup is a better ally than someone who says they're a safe space for women and non-binary people. I am not joking.

yeah I went to a gay bar recently with my husband tumblr user beemovieerotica, and a VERY confused capital S Southerner straight man in cargo shorts and a trucker hat showed up

apparently he (who through my drunken memory I remember only as Earl) liked some woman, and she told him that he wasn't cultured enough and needed to attend his first drag show (she also flaked on him)

Now I'm reasonably androgynous and was wearing makeup, a short leather skirt, and black heeled boots, but still when this guy came up to me when I was standing off alone and asked "So. Do you come here often?" with a very earnest expression, I thought. Surely not. This guy doesn't think I'm a straight woman does he????

Anyway I start talking with this guy and he has no idea what the fuck is going on but he is just a very kind and earnest dude and asked a lot of questions (while asking if it was alright if he asked those questions). I track down my husband and friends and I'm like y'all. We need to make sure that Earl has a Good Fucking Time tonight.

Man was completely out of his depth. At one point they put on a puppy auction to raise money for Pride, that started with a 6 ft drag queen in all her glory leading a leather pup out on a leash to the tune of that damned RSPCA "in the arms of the angels" song

We look at Earl. Nervous. He squints, laughs, and then goes "I was wondering why people were dressed like that!" He turned to me and asked "So they're like dogs?" And I said yeah pretty much. And he just chuckled and went "Yeah I thought so with the tails! Never seen this before!"

When the first drag king came out, Earl looked at me wide eyed and went "There's a dude version too?!" And I said yeah they're called drag kings. And he said, low, "Drag kings."

During one of the queens performances, he frowned, shook his head and told me, "Your legs are better than hers." in a tone that implied he thought there was some travesty taking place and I should also be getting paid

When he found out I was there with my husband (and that I am not a woman) he profusely apologized and said "I'm so sorry, it's dark in here and I thought you were a hot chick! I wouldn't have said nothing if I knew you had a husband, I'm so sorry about that."

When beemovie invited me to the dance floor with him later and I still had a drink in my hand, Earl said "Oh don't worry about that I can hold your drink, you get on out there and shake your ass with your husband!" Then before we left, Earl bought me drinks for "Putting up with me all night and answering everything. Y'all helped me have a great time tonight."

like. You gotta recognize there's going to people who have never had interacted outside of their of their own community. This includes you. And just because your community is familiar with all the right vocabulary and how to correctly say something, it doesn't mean they're actually going to support you. If someone like Earl shows up, confused and out of their depth but kind and curious and earnest, you gotta have patience and truck through the small things, so when he goes back to his friends and his coworkers and they snicker asking how the drag show was, he can genuinely talk about how included we tried to make him feel and that he had a great time

The person matters more than the language

I will reblog this EVERY TIME.

Sanitized language is a tool of oppression, always has been and always will be.

And yes, I get being pissed off by slurs. I do. But in the times we are living in right now, we really need to all pivot our priorities to safety.

"Earl" will talk to all his Busch drinking, tractor-pulling, gun toting, conservative voting friends about the nice and friendly and harmless trannies he met, and they will understand him.

They do not know what gender non-conforming, trans-femme/masc, demiboy, agender genderqueer bisexual lesbians are, and quite frankly, they do not need to.

What we need from Earl and his friends is for them to feel neutrally enough about us to not become violent with us, and to spread the idea that violence against us is not necessary or warranted. They are simply not going to do that in a language that is not their own.

Every group is going to have a level of complexity that takes significant experience or study or both to be cognizant with, and as such is too much to expect random outsiders to develop expertise on.

Treating anyone as failures or hostiles for failure to fully understand the local complexities of your group is a sucker's game and will eat up the goodwill and cannibalize the basic-level familiarity which are, when things go bad, the foundation of your safety.

I don't know what model that tractor is, or the benefits of triticale for cattle pastures, or what those pliers are for, and I don't need to. Somebody else doesn't need to be up on the latest understanding of "demiboy" and the difference between agender and enby to prove they're not an enemy.

Expertise and kindness are not the same thing.

my biggest 3h brainworm rn is marianne accepting dimitri's marriage proposal on the condition that he kill her if her crest ever does turn her into a beast, bc even with all she's worked through the new level of closeness is terrifying to her.

after a minute he very seriously assures her that he will (and means it, knowing damn well it would send him hurtling into a far worse place than the timeskip and probably destroy the entire country) but only if she promises the same in turn. if he ever strays off the path of a good king again, she will find some way to kill him or remove him from power so he can't hurt anyone.

she hesitantly agrees (she wants nothing less but fair is fair) and they promise to do everything they can to live and never fall into that. and have a lovely wedding with a soft pastel color scheme that no one knows also contains a fucked up death pact but no one else would understand anyway.

Happy Anniversary. This is the original post. On this day in 2011 I was doing a charity drive for the natural disasters in Tōhoku and drew this. A few hours later I turned it into a gif and posted it here.

Here’s the original doodle before I drew it into a GIF

bonus:

Ah, my favorite day of the year, because I can share this image again. Happy Trans Day of Visibility!

Tell me a soft memory

I didn’t think a typical transaction would take such a turn for my life. “Have a good day,” I said, my usual, every day wish.

“Have an easier day,” he said. “You wanna know why I say that instead of have a good day?”

There was no one else in line. It was a slow evening, and the man had been so kind as I helped him get his dog food, I didn’t think much of it. “Sure,” I said.

“Because you can’t make someone have a good day. But you can always make your day a little easier. Put off that one chore. Don’t be the person who rushes to do all the heavy lifting. Ask for help. You can always make your day a little easier.” And he tilted his head, as if to tip his hat, and headed out the door.

I started saying that at work instead. “Have an easier day.”

Customers smiled more, surprised by this verbiage.

I took his advice. I started making easier days.

I asked for help when my depression started to get more severe on days that I felt like getting up was worthless. It became an easier day.

I put off getting the mail one day because it was hard to get out of bed, but I was able to shower that night instead.

I started graduate school and my dad got cancer in the midst of the pandemic.

I needed easier days.

My mom and I helped each other.

I told my zoom students to have an easier day.

When my dad beat cancer, and I started teaching in person, while still working towards my MA degree, I would tell that class of 11th graders “Have an easier day.”

One day, my student asked me why I would say that. I told them the story of the big bearded trucker guy who said that to me while lugging a 40lb bag of dog food over his shoulder.

I told them all I ever wanted for everyone was to have an easier day. Because not all days will be easy. But they will get easier. And you can always make your day easier. You can’t make a good day. They’re gifts to be cherished.

I wish I had gotten his name. I wish I could tell him thank you.

He truly did change my life. My days are easier. They’re not always good. But they are easier.

So, thank you, sir. I thank you for making my days easier.

💯🙏💛🟨👍

Worst part about this is I've only ever used that yellow square emoji once and it was just to see how it looked. This isn't who I am. However, in retrospect, I suppose it is

Reading through the notes is a surreal experience please keep adding more to fuel my effervescent consumption of non descriptive emojis

If only there were some sort of facility where teenagers could be taught new skills.

Anyway, here's a helpful diagram. When I was hit on the temple this was one of the harder things I had to reteach myself. Don't be shamed into not asking questions, and it's alright if it takes you a while to figure it out. Don't let someone make you feel bad for learning new things, or relearning old ones.

Sometimes, unfortunately, you have to teach yourself. YouTube is a valid option.

yeah okay ill reblog that :]

nope it's untrue

kids during high intensity exams in the UK were struggling to figure out how much time they had left on the exam using analog clocks (something I would also have trouble with under those circumstances) and had to stop and ask how much time was left, disrupting the test for themselves and others, so they switched to digital clocks to make it easier on kids taking important tests and make one aspect of it simpler and less disruptive to everybody.

the kids are fine.

this is an extremely reasonable test accommodation that benefits everybody.

as a general rule, anytime something goes around with a 'kids these days are x' that's probably something worth examining closer before uncritically reblogging.

favorite character from any media BUT it has to be a woman. in the tags now go (pls talk to me about your favorite fictional women pls pls pls pls)

$50,000 immediately dropped into my bank account wouldn't improve EVERYTHING but boy it sure would be a grand, sexy little start to a good, happy life path, don't you think

Reblog for unexpected $$$ dropping into your Bank account.

uhh did i forget how time works or was the first post in december 2018 and the second in august 2018

Reblog for time travelling $$$ dropping into your Bank account.

"did you know this media that brings you joy has actually been deemed Objectively Bad and Cringe by the Twitter-and-Amateur-Youtube-Critic Council?" yeah i did i just simply don't let other people's opinions dictate my own. it's one of your mother's favorite things about me

I recently had surgery, and at the time I came home, I had both my cat and one of my grandma's cats staying with me.

- Within hours of surgery, I wake up from a nap to my cat gently sniffing at my incisions with great alarm.

- I was not allowed to shower the first day after surgery, and the cats, seeing that The Large Cat is not observing its cleaning ritual, decided I must be gravely disabled and compensated by licking all the exposed skin on my arms, face, and legs.

- I currently have to sleep with a pillow over my abdomen because my cat insists on climbing on top of me and covering my incisions with her body while I sleep (which is very sweet but not exactly comfortable without the pillow). She also lays across me facing my bedroom door, presumably on guard for attackers who may try to harm me while I'm sleeping and injured.

That's love. 🐈‍⬛🐈❤️

cats are so very unclear on what is wrong with us but they want to help

fat trans people. you agree. reblog

based on real life events😔

I found the greatest reaction set:

@cousin-possum-kc you get back here and share with the class