Having a trans partner isn’t always easy. I get a lot a lot of questions that people are often too shy to ask Kale himself, correct pronouns and misgendering on days when dysphoria takes over, and rub out the leftover binder marks. What I do for my partner is in no comparison to what he does for me. Kale, often a man of few words, speaks through his actions and presence every single day. I have learned to love deeper and with more confidence since meeting Kale, and have also learned how to be a better ally to the trans community. My partner’s strength and resilience are why I choose to honor him today (and everyday). Nobody should be afraid to live their life authentically and everyone deserves the right to be able to unapologetically celebrate themselves.

I’m so thankful to have such an amazing partner in my life. Thank you for being so supportive, love. 💜

This is my son, Chester, who is nearly 4. He was invited to his friend Chloe’s birthday party today, the theme was prince and princesses. He asked if he could go as Sleeping Beauty, so I bought him a dress and put a cute little clip in his hair.

We arrived at the party to the following comments from the adults present: “Oh that is just cruel.”

“Why did you make him wear a dress?”

“Poor little man, what’s your mummy playing at?”

“He’s going to hate you when he grows up.”

“No way I’d let my son dress like a girl.”

The fact is, Chester is almost completely gender neutral. I let him wear what he wants, be it boys or girls clothes, and he plays with whatever toys he likes. This usually involves him holding tea parties while wearing his pink Minnie Mouse top, jeans and a tiara. The guests are more often than not a mixture of Winnie The Pooh characters, dinosaurs, Barbie, Dora and solders, and they’re usually transported in his favorite fire engine.

When my husband arrived at the party later on, he was subjected to endless ridicule from the other dad’s present about how I must keep his balls in my back pocket because otherwise he would have put his foot down and not allowed Chester out like that. Oh, and by the way, our other son dressed as Ariel. When my husband pointed out that the boys were happy, and the mother of the birthday child made a point of saying how wonderful she thought it was that we allowed them freedom of choice and expression, they then stopped talking about it to our faces and started muttering about us behind our backs.

Interestingly enough, not a single child said a word about their choice of costumes, other than to compliment Chester on his new dress.

not a single child made a negative comment

not a single child made a negative comment

not a single child made a negative comment

Proof that hatred is taught

And who do they learn it from? Those muttering ass parents who “would’ve put their foot down” . Foot down on what exactly? Your childs imagination? Shame..

Sex tip: If he’s pressuring you to do anal, buy a dildo the same size as his dick, and ask him to do it first. If he’s scared of the pain- case closed. There’s absolutely no reason that he should expect it to feel any differently for you. If he says that it would be emasculating, belittling or ‘gay’, then that man is a misogynistic homophobe, and you better run for the hills as fast as your legs can take you.

OH MY GOD

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Accidentally falling for someone you have absolutely no chance with:

Are You Dissociating?

Dissociating is one of the most common responses to abuse and trauma. It involves feeling numb, detached or unreal and (while it happens to everyone once in a while) is experienced more frequently and severely in survivors. Dissociating people vary widely in symptoms and may experience any or all of the things from the following list.

You may be dissociating if you:

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“suddenly cover your face or react as if you’re about to be hurt for no reason”

Oh thank gosh I thought I was the only one!! Always been embarassed when it happens, but now at least I know it’s normal. Bless this post <3

A piece of the abundance of graffiti on the walls of my favourite place.

Procrastinators are able to do 30 minutes of work in 8 hours and 8 hours of work in the 30 minutes before it’s due

It’s caption “The First Angel To Greet You In Heaven” 😂😂😂😂

This was oddly comforting lol

Fast-motion version {obviously}:

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Someone just sent me this and I’ll never forget it (via kristennjade)

Yo daddy

Oh my god look at this beautiful boy