seeing a black and white cow is always so damn awesome it’s like Hey i know that guy.from my kindergarten abcs

a little personal response / tribute to "here's the life i've always longed for" by Anna Haifisch. the original means so much to me, and even though it's hard, I feel like every day i'm making more steps toward finally being on the other side of that fence <:)

Every time i think about this tweet i start crying

let me eat this grass and chill the fuck out

Sunday Coffee with Henry

(via jibryant)

the DNC frantically trying to stop Bernie:

Happy valentine's day to the two trucks

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Having sensory processing issues is like if every app on your phone was sending unnecessary notifications including apps you never installed & you don't have permission to change the settings. Do Not Disturb is a myth made up by neurotypicals

straight ppl dont get to call us pillow biters and rug munchers and ass bandits and sodomites and faggot and d*** and every other disgusting name you can think of for a lesbian or gay person—for literal decades—and then try to call themselves tops and bottoms just cuz they like pegging like. im not doing it. im not allowing it

Louder for the straights trying to ignore this

I’m a cis-gender man which basically means that, when I was born, the doctor went “It’s a boy!” and when I was old enough to understand I agreed with him.

The thing is, I don’t know why I feel like a man.  I was teased and bullied for it a lot when I was little.  I’ve never had stereotypically American male interests.  I never cared about sports or cars or guns.  I was more interested in music and cooking and the arts.  I’ve always been emotionally in tune and sensitive, even when I did my best to suppress my emotions to survive a childhood of abuse from other children.

It’s not physical either.  I don’t feel like a man because I have a penis or a beard.  If you put my brain in a robot body or any other body, my essence would still feel male (I assume).  I literally can’t imagine what being any other gender would feel like, since I feel so acutely male.

I think that’s why the concept of being transgender always made sense to me.  I’m a man.  I don’t have any bloody clue why I feel like a man, but I don’t feel that it’s tied to my body or my interests or the way that I’ve been treated.  I feel like a man because of something beyond that.  Something ephemeral.  So, why couldn’t others feel the same?  Why couldn’t a person who’s been misidentified as a girl feel like a boy for the exact same nebulous reasons that I do?

And, since gender really doesn’t make any sense to me anyway, why couldn’t there also be people who feel as if they don’t have one?  Or who flow across genders like a ship on a map?

Are there people out there whose sense of their own gender is inseparable from their physical form?  If you put those people into robot bodies or, simply, other physically different bodies, would their gender identity also swap?  If so, why?  Are they actually more lost in their gender identity than I am and they need to hone in on the physical in order to anchor themselves?

Why do people feel like they are the gender that they are?

This is very soul filling to read. Thank you

This is the only good type of cis take on trans/gnc tbh.

panels from the AIDS Memorial Quilt on display in Asheville

messy thing just to get my thoughts down

‘We The Youth’, Philadelphia, 1987.

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