most convincing Tumblr ad I've ever received. almost made me download whatever shitass dating app that is
"We go from store to store, trying to things on and inspecting them. I give my opinions on dresses and shoes, blouses and lipstick colors. Sometimes I say things that make the other women look at me, agape, as though my mouth has been possessed by that flighty queen from Queer Eye even while the rest of my body still looks like any other big dumb boy's. I say that I like a skirt but I wish it were bias-cut instead of A-line, or that I am not fond of the fashion for surplice tops, or that the post-WWII idiom in shoes this season is amusing but rarely looks good on actual feet, or that I like the look of a bolero jacket. I know the names of colors, heliotrope and coral and Nile blue, and I can say without hesitation whether a lipstick might look better matte with a bit of powder.
These other women look at me with wonder, their boyfriends and husbands having made a fetish out of refusing to learn such words under any circumstances, as though merely pronouncing the word "periwinkle" or "princess seam" could easily turn a strong man gay as a box of birds. They say to her, "That's your husband?" in voices that loiter between admiring and disgusted, as though they know that there's no force on earth that could make their men or boys take such interest in their clothing and they think they might really prefer that to the spectacle of me, filling an armchair, legs crossed ankle over knee, looking just right until I say "tea length."
The point is that she wants other girls to see what it looks like to have a boy so cracy in love with you, as I am, that he will spend an afternoon talking about capri pants to have a boy so delighted by you that he never calls you by your name, but addresses you always as "beautiful girl," or "my love" or occasionally and with great fondness, "boss." To have a boy who will happily fetch your next-size-down and carry your bags and charm the salesclerks at the register without flirting overmuch and just generally try to make himself as useful as possible, all for the dizzy and undying pleasure of making you happy. And even though I am not a boy, I look like one, and so I can be complicit with her in this kind of wonderful afternoon, part indulgence of her great beauty and style, part guerilla feminist activism.
Later, when we walk through the mall or down the sidewalk, me laden with packages that are clearly hers, I watch the eyes of the people we pass: the women who look at me with a certain longing, wishing they had their own boys to carry the bags. The men who look at her with an unmistakable hunger, wishing that they had the honor of schlepping for a girl like her, and then look at me with a certain edge of disbelief, not quite clear about why I get to squire this marvelous example of femininity around when they are clearly wealthier, more handsome, better hung. I have learned to meet all of these gazes with a calm kind of sweetness. There's no point in defensiveness or sheepishness or challenge. I'm the one holding her bags."
"Being a Shopping Switch” Butch is a Noun essays by S. Bear Bergman (2006)
This is for all you ladies out there.
the struggle is real
im-just-a-lucky-boy
I have a trans man story about this.
Since I’m pre-t I still have my period but since I’m socially out as trans I use men’s bathrooms. One time at the college the family bathroom was taken and so I went into the men’s room to do my business. I tried opening the little pad as quietly as I could manage, but the rustling and ripping sound still happened. I froze in silence because I didn’t know if the other guy in the men’s room heard it or not.
Then after a little bit of silence I hear…
“Who has a bag of chips?”
And in a panic I just whisper back to him “I’m not sharing.”
Then I hear a huff before he finished his business and left.
doxxing myself
House
he lives over there 🫵
what the hell man
Hi! I just wanted to confirm something, because roaming around the internet has taught me to be wary of any request. But I received a message request on instagram from a Sharon Grey saying she was your online manager and I just wanted to confirm if she is or not. And if not, please be aware of this person making requests on your behalf.
This person is a liar and a scumbag. I don't have an "online manager" and I 've never heard the name "Sharon Grey" before today.
I will never directly contact anyone using social media. I have no private accounts that you can have secret access to. I have no secret anything that I am using a secret account to DM you about. Those are all scumbag scammers who can die in a fire.
Please block and report this account, and any others that try to pull this scam on you.
Thanks for asking me, and giving me an opportunity to answer in public. This happens a couple times a year, and it's happening now.
This image hurts my brain more than the original debate ever did. Brains are dumb.
i wanted to like make sure this was legit and stuff so i took a section of the left and stretched it over to the right and jesus fuck
rb for the last pic being the best demonstration by far
“This is why I draw in black and white” was all my sleepy, horrified boyfriend could say.
[ID: the Supernatural "I love you" meme. The 2nd box reads: "Wayne Brady just came out as pan." End ID.]
Here's the video he posted on tiktok:
[ID: a 32-second tiktok of Wayne Brady, accompanied by 3 dancers, lipsyncing and dancing to "It's All Coming Back To Me Now." He starts the video in a pink bathrobe, then reappears in a pink suit and a long wig. The other dancers wave a rainbow flag. End ID.]
the video description (which doesn't appear with the video outside the tiktok app, annoyingly) says:
As someone who gets to bring joy to others daily on tv, it's been ironic that I don't experience it as much as I'd like. I advocate mental health for all and a part of that is self transparency. In doing my work, I've come to see a few truths, one of them being that I want to be free to l love whomever I want. This truth makes me pan and part of the lgbtq+ family. It's scary as hell to say it out loud but here it is. The people I admire most are the ones brave enough to be themselves unapologetically. This shouldn't shake anyone's world, but if it bothers you at all, that's your business:) I was so afraid of having my manhood questioned, but screw that. A "real man" in my eyes, isn't afraid to be honest and happy. From now on, I'll be over here living my best life. I love you @Mandietaketa @Maile Masako @Jason
We celebrate the purported geniuses who discovered the cure--but we don't acknowledge that discovering a cure means nothing unless and until we get the cure to the people who need it--an enterprise we've failed at to a remarkable degree over the last 70 years.
constantly devastated by the world we lost due to aids
The battles that rose out of the AIDs epidemic were access to marriage and military service. When once the Queer community was focused on creating the best art and living lives worth telling stories about, the 1990's brought on a new goal: How to best fit in. As the brilliant Fran Bebowitz has said many times, the first people who died of AIDS were the interesting ones. The artists. There's a reason that arts became Ghostbusters and Cats in the 1990s. Because all of the really talented artists were dying. The rule-breakers. The ones who weren't afraid to shake things up. And the audience died with them. "Now we don't have any kind of discerning audience. When that audience died- and that audience died in five minutes. Literally people didn't die faster in war. And it allowed of course, like the second, third, fourth tier to rise up to the front. Because of course, the first people who died of AIDS were the people who… I don't know how top put this… got laid a lot. OK. Now imagine who didn't get AIDS. That's who was then lauded as like - the great artists." - Fran Lebowitz So many of the gays left alive once the Clinton Administration came into being were, to be frank, the boring ones. Gays who knew nobody and who nobody knew, and they rose to the top of the community and therefore their priorities rose to the top of the community as well. And what did they want? Apparently, they wanted to join the army and have big gay weddings. General employment non-discrimination wasn't all that important to them. Making sexuality and gender identity a protected class, along with sex, race, and religion, wasn't that important to them. They wanted marriage and military. Because they were the good gays. Not the naughty gays who were sleeping around and dying of AIDS. Not the poor gays who couldn't make political contributions. They were the gays with families and commitment ceremonies and office jobs and houses. They were the good ones. The ones who would look fantastic and incredibily marketable when they were interviewed by CNN. They were the gays who straight people would look at and say to themselves: "Maybe they're not so bad after all. I still don't want my kid to be gay. But maybe it's okay if Bob and Henry got married." The gay rights movement shifted from 'Accept us for who we are' to 'We'll be whatever you want us to be if you accept us.' And it's kind of remained that way over the last thirty years. We've been trained to be offended by queers who step too far out of the mainstream. Plenty, and I mean plenty, of gays online were on edge when Billy Porter started showing up to awards shows in dresses. Lots, and I mean lots, of gays were unnerved and worried when trans people started coming out of their own closets. Some going so far as to disavow the T from LGBT because they were worried people who don't like trans people would lop in the gay men and women in with them. Who needs community when you've already got your house in the suburbs, right?
This is to pride discourse like when a new guy comes into the wrestling ring w a chair. Absolute mayhem to the discursive ecology
Y'all have got to stop spreading fake news via the destiel meme, that shit needs to be an accredited source
nihilism is not punk. doomerism is not punk. quitting is not punk.
the stark reality is that if they announced there was 24 hours before a giant comet hit the earth, i would find reason to fight and advocate and celebrate in the ensuing chaos up to the final seconds.
punk is walking into every situation and punching it in the mouth regardless of how big it is or the dominion it holds over your existence.
punk is hope and growth and love and fury and anger and passion and spit in the face of hostile forces.
punk is community and mutual aid and soup kitchens and block parties and festivals and little libraries and clothes drop boxes.
punk is dancing on the deck of a sinking ship because hey you motherfuckers i didn’t hear the music stop.
punk is having the hope for something better on behalf of those who can’t see it right now.
punk is not dead. punk is not dead. punk is not dead. punk is not dead. punk is not dead. punk is not dead.
One thing that really sucks about dealing with and talking about antitransmasculinity is that a supreme function of it is instilling within transmascs / men the concept that talking about the things that harm them directly, attempting to create language based around their experiences, that any mention of the intense and dire circumstance that many transmasculine people have suffered from or are currently suffering in — is actually an act of harm toward other queer and trans people, particularly, toward transfems + trans women.
It really sucks because I’ll see transmascs have intense reactions to another transmasc saying something like “it really sucks that people are constantly talking about my transmasculinity in reference to male privilege while I’m also being inundated with news about hate crimes and suicides of transmasc people” one that’s like “no, we have it tough but trans women undoubtedly have it harder. It’s not taking anything from you to acknowledge that trans women have it harder!!! We as transmascs have to admit it’s hard for us but it’s always harder for trans women!! You have to admit you aren’t the most oppressed™️!!!” And it just hurts so bad cause I know for a fact they’re doing it because they believe that’s the way to be an ally to trans women. That dismissing and devaluing their pain and advising other transmascs to stop advocating for themselves is how you show that you care. I can’t even be mad because that was literally me for a long time. I was rewarded vehemently for upholding antitransmasculinity via blatantly denying it and punishing other transmascs who spoke about it via shunning them as one who doesn’t care about transfems or transmisogyny. It’s not true!!!! These things are not in conflict with one another. I care for transfems even more than I did in those days. I actually push back against transmisogyny/noir in ways that matter now. These things aren’t in conflict.
Combatting antitransmasculinity and combatting transmisogyny/noir are intertwined struggles!!!! They reinforce each other in a constant loop!!!! I am so desperate to stop watching people be convinced that doing antitransmasculinity is actually fighting transmisogyny. It’s not fighting transmisogyny to help cis people keep burying more of us by upholding the blatant lie that they don’t target transmasculine people, and tagging on “oh I mean they don’t target us as much” and pretending like that makes it better in a world where trans people are a third more likely to be killed by a stranger than cis people are. I am so fucking sorry so many people are being taught that it is. That how you fight for trans women is telling transmascs that nobody is after them. That how you fight for trans women is by convincing transmascs they have no real reason to be afraid. There’s legit nothing to do except what I’ve been doing, which is being someone who vocally fights antitransmasculinity in tandem with many many transfems, who never pretends like my struggle isn’t also theirs and theirs mine by virtue of us living in a world that wants us all drowned.
I will conclude this by saying that I’m proud of all the transmascs/men who got out of this pattern of thinking and allow themselves to feel their pain in definitive ways. I’m proud of you for realizing that you don’t have to forgo caring for yourself to be someone who really cares for others. I’m proud of you for not letting people convince you that you’re a danger to trans women because you fight against a danger that is hurting them, too. I’m thankful for every trans woman who has ever listened to me. I’m so thankful for those that didn’t want to hear me at first but didn’t choose to just plug their ears and you let some of my voice get through. I’m so thankful for the transfems and all transmisogyny affected people who are vocal about how upholding antitransmasculinity is not only a danger, but it is Not something that makes you feel safer or protected as someone suffering from transmisogyny. I am so thankful! And I’m also just sorry everything is like *gestures vaguely* this.
The amount of times I get called a transmisogynist because I talk about the misogyny I've faced speaks for itself.
I’ve watched this happen like, 50 times. I don’t personally use the term “misogyny” to describe my experiences with gendered or nongendered oppression but I see 0 issue with transmascs/men using it in good faith (ie: not in a way that props up male/female socialization or bioessentialism) but this is how it usually goes when I see it:
“Oh so you’re a transmasc saying you’ve suffered from misogyny? So you’re saying you’re a woman? So you’re saying being afab is what makes you someone who suffers from misogyny? So you’re saying trans women don’t suffer from misogyny? Transmisogynist.”
#THIS tho#EVERYONE suffers from misogyny INCLUDING men#misandry will NEVER be a ‘solution’ to misogyny because IT IS STILL BIGOTRY#of COURSE transmascs have insight about and lived experiences of misogyny!!#ffs#also#denying someone’s lived experience isn’t an ally flex#it’s just another step on the path to TERFlandia#TERFism is rooted in misandry
HEY HEY LISTEN THE VOICE OF THE MTA TRANSIT SYSTEM, ALL THE ANNOUNCEMENTS ON THE NYC SUBWAY LINE??
SHE'S A TRANS WOMAN AND TRANSITIONED AT 66!!!!!! THE BACKGROUND HUM OF MY CHILDHOOD, AND SHE'S LIKE ME!!!! WHAT THE FUCK
lets hear it for transgenderism and faggotry. can I get a round of applause for transgenderism and faggotry
