From walking Obi today. I saw a doe but I wasn’t quick enough to catch a photo. I’ve seen this doe before, there’s a tiny little wooded area down from where I live, and i’m still amazed that it lives there.
This old telephone pole has been outside of the home I grew up in, even before my time.
Its seen its share of missing people, lost pets, garage sales, advertisements for just about everything you can think of.
It makes me think of summer.
Though I feel terrible for all of the lost children and animals that never get found, I still love looking at it.
Some people return to take their signs down but most leave them to fall apart in the rain.
The nails and screws go up higher than I can reach with my camera.
I guess I just wanted to take photos of this old telephone pole tonight because I have a feeling it’ll need to be replaced soon. Its something Ive been looking at all my life.
Im feeling super nostalgic tonight in case you couldnt tell lol
The son’s photography at the car show went well. I discovered that 11 hours of a show will make an old lady’s age evident. I went to bed at 8:30 pm and slept 12 hours. Thankfully I’m mostly recovered today. We had a great time and he loved making people happy with a great photo of their car.
I am in NW Michigan visiting my parents. My daughter N came with me. It was her idea, really. She has been amazing with my mom. My parents live in the middle of nowhere, literally. Inside the Manistee National Forest on a chain of lakes. The views are beautiful, but there’s barely another soul around. I’d love it if it weren’t a 9 hour drive from home. My mother had a stroke seven years ago, half paralyzed, half blind, but still full of spirit and an infectious laugh. N brought her iPad mini and gave it to them so they can video chat going forward. We set up a new Apple ID, email address, etc. It’s been a great time. She also printed out stacks of recent photos of her, me, her sisters, boyfriend, etc. Just catching them up on what’s happening back in Chicago and WI. I’m so proud of her and how thoughtful and considerate she is. It’s been a nice visit.
Also of interest, on the kitchen table when we walked in were photos of my high school prom with my long time gf Natalie. I will, post one later, as I was taken back by how beautiful she was, how skinny I was, and the fact I have no recollection of that night. None, zero. Even after seeing the pics none of it recognizable.
Oh, HAY, it me, nearly 40 vs me at 14 or so. I’m Cuban-American and neuroatypical. Didn’t start transition til I was 33, and wow was being closeted rough.
So. It’s Transgender Day of Visibility and a lot of folks are going to be sharing their transition pics. Please, please, please resist the urge to tell them they were attractive before.
Speaking from experience: for transmasculine folks, “but you’re such a pretty girl” is constantly trotted out to discourage us from transitioning. As if our only value is in how attractive we look. (And as if there isn’t a shit-ton of misogyny behind valuing women and perceived women only for their looks and treating their appearance as an issue of public consumption rather than personal expression/fulfillment.)
I found only trauma in being told how pretty my girl costume was, because pretending to be cis only brought me pain. Every fight over clothes, makeup, hair, etc. was a night I cried myself to sleep. And I cried a LOT in those days, even if people didn’t see it.
We trans folk have an uncomfortable relationship with being told we’re attractive by cis people. Because “attractive” is almost always code for “cis-passing”. Because, for trans women, their attractiveness is overwhelmingly tied to being objectified as a sexual fetish. Because, for non-binary and non-transitioning people, they still aren’t being told they are valuable and loved.
Here’s the thing, cis friends: transition photos really aren’t for *you*. We share the documentation of our transition as a way to give ourselves and other trans people hope. “Passing” is overwhelmingly an issue of safety, and any joy at putting some of our dysphoric demons to rest is clouded by all these messages that we’re finally “acceptable” to a cis audience.
Transition photos are photos of SURVIVAL. Transition photos document RECOVERY FROM TRAUMA. Just… just think about that.
By all means, tell trans people they are attractive (we do need to hear it from time to time, same as everyone else), but go beyond the obsession with what we used to look like. If you want to know more about transition, Google it, the same way we all had to. Engage with trans folks on their other strengths and talents. That will go much further to signify your allyship.
I honestly see a lot of myself in Mae. I only wish I had her sense of humor! And Jack made this such a wonderful experience! I think I found my new favorite series and I’m looking forward rewatching it many times. If you see this, dude, thank you. <3
In any case, here’s the whole batch of edits in one post!
All stills from ‘Come Meet Me!’, gifs from, uh… multiple episodes of Night In The Woods.
Don’t date people in hopes of getting over them. If you think you’re ready, you better be damn sure. You better be sure that if your ex texts, calls, begs for you back, you will say no without a doubt. Before ever even considering asking someone to let you in, look at a photo and not have your heart ache. I’ve been guilty of this in the past and I’m so sorry. Thinking I’m over someone and that if I just had someone new, I would move on completely. Its bullshit. Don’t think you are ready, know you are ready. That desire you feel to immediately move on means that you aren’t over it. That jump is not a good jump. No one can help you get over someone, that’s a journey you need to take alone. Because even though it may seem simple or casual to you, you could be the person that allows them to feel for the first time in ages. You could be the person that throws them right back to the bottom, while you go back to something you released. Don’t drag someone along or get their hopes up just because you want to move on. You aren’t ready. You’re being selfish.
How dare you take someone along for the ride while you try to heal? If you are still in love your ex, stop looking for someone to fill the void that you need to fill yourself.
Some photos of my lovely room at university. I don’t work at the desk here that much because really only the side of the room with the bed gets enough natural light. I still love it here, it’s very peaceful and today I’m going to try working at my desk!
And there’s another little gift I made for @blacksmiley-c Making this one was fun, you should’ve seen me in the art shop where I bought tons of decorative paper like *holly and this and this and this why can’t I handle all these papers*