imminent humanity

Jesus Christ I feel like the earth is two steps from just spitting us all off the planet. The reality of climate change going from imminent disaster for humanity to current disaster is horrifying.

Half Love - Prologue

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Genre: Drama/Supernatural

Word Count: 641


They say that vampires are superior to humans. They are tremendously strong and swift, able to punch dents into solid brick walls and silently slip away without a trace. Their eyes are extremely hypnotic, a stare which no human can avoid. The victim to falls for their supernatural stare, fated to be commanded by the undead being. They were also incredibly alluring and charming, a feature which many people could not resist, allowing for easier hunting. Yes, vampires were quite extraordinary. However, they were cursed creatures who could not be exposed to sunlight unless their desire was to turn to dust. They were cursed to constantly feed upon the living, forced to suck the life from others to sustain their immortality.

Humans were free from these restrictions. They could move about at any time they pleased, whether rain or sunshine. They weren’t immortal, but there was no need for them to hunt down prey to ensure their survival. They could eat, drink, taste. Something the undead couldn’t do. They were free. Free to live, free to laugh, free to love. Humans were strong.

Unfortunately, the human body could only take so much. The birthing of a cursed being would have led to consequences that could not be repaired, not even with immortality, for the damage was too great that a transformation would have instantly ended their life. The consequences would continue to torment the human, ultimately leading to their imminent death. Humans were weak.

And the gravestone you stood in front of was a constant reminder.

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“It was to avoid the great earthquake that was coming earlier this year. And it was prevented.”

Herbert William Mullin is an American serial killer who was convicted of killing 13 people. He claimed the voices in his head told him an earthquake was imminent and only human sacrifice would prevent it, as a reason for the murders. He was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, which could have been accelerated by the use of LSD and amphetamines in high school. 

The murder that would start a killing spree, the death of Lawrance White, a homeless man, was certainly curious. According to Mullin, White was Jonah from the Bible and had sent him a telepathic message saying: “Pick me up and throw me over the boat. Kill me so that others will be saved.” The homeless man was beaten to death with a baseball bat.

At same time as Mullin’s crimes Edmund Kemper was also in his “Co-Ed Killer” murder spree and Santa Cruz became known as “Murderville USA.”

In custody, Mullin confessed to his crimes. He believed the reason for not happening an earthquake was due to his killings. He was sent to life imprisionment and is currently in Mule Creek State Prison, CA.

anonymous asked:

Can you explain why Naruto's plot sucks? I feel it's very disorganized and lacking in focus and purpose, but I can't quite put them in words.

Naruto lacks a grand struggle that give characters a purpose. In SnK, there’s an imminent threat to humanity. In One Piece, there’s a corrupt government to overthrow, people to be liberated. These grand struggles affect everyone, it makes it easy to include an ensemble cast in the main plot, and the eventual triumph would be a meaningful closure for everyone, not just the MC.

Now, look at Naruto, where’re the struggles? Seeking recognition is Naruto’s own thing. Getting Sasuke back is Naruto’s personal goal, it doesn’t concerns anyone else. Only when Konoha was under attacked, the Konoha characters have some common purpose. That’s why Kishimoto had troubles writing K11 in the story, there’s no persistent threat and evil that can catch all characters in the plot.

Of course, not every series needs to be an epic about changing the world. DBZ and HxH don’t have a linear plot, they’re are made up of sagas. But the thing is Naruto pretends to be an epic about peace and shits, and it tries to pass off its asspullish mastermind food chain as a “linear plot”. In fact, it’s just a series made up of disjointed arcs involving small groups of villains, short term threats, and shallow personal goals.

Naruto’s “climax” is disconnected with the build up

For much of the series, the villains’ backstories shed lights on the problems in the shinobi system, and the MC vowed to bring peace to the shinobi world. I mean these all felt like a build up to a climax where the MC and other shinobi would confront a villain that represents what’s wrong with the system and the MC would offer an answer, and the shinobi would come to some realisation they need to change. But fuck no, we got Kaguya who got nothing to do with the system….whose motive didn’t even make sense.

The premise of the story is shallow and limiting in nature.

The MC’s goal is to get people acknowledge him and become Hokage. To make this happen, Kishimoto did 2 things which would make up most of the plot in Naruto, and they’re both restricting to plot development, character development and world building:

1) Putting Konoha in perils, so that Naruto could play savior to the damsel that was Konoha. Two of the biggest arcs are about Konoha under attacks - Chunin Exam and Pein arc. There’s another attack didn’t materialise: Sasuke.

These “save Konoha” arcs got old pretty quick, and once he’s acknowledged in Pein arc, there’s no room to expand the story. Also since Naruto only wanted Konoha people to acknowledge him and become Hokage, there’s little point to create arcs that take the MC outside Konoha or give him a challenge that wouldn’t earn him recognition. This very much limited possibilities in plot ideas.

If you look at One Piece and HxH, both MCs’ goals are searching for something/someone. This setup allows much more options for plot ideas, every island in the journey is a different world, with different issues, with a whole new cast of characters that would interact with the straw hats.

In Naruto, we just kept seeing Konoha characters saving Konoha, and say some cheesy shit about “protect the village”.

2) Making sasuke leave Konoha, so that Naruto could chase him for acknowledgment. (I think the cycle of hatred was a retcon, Until Pein arc, Naruto wanted sasuke back simply because he didn’t like losing bond and he didn’t get his acknowledgement) This is like what Naruto did for half of the series, but it’s something only matters to Naruto himself.

Rooftop Season (Peter Parker x Reader) Part 5

“In the face of imminent danger, most humans’ brains responded with ‘fight’ or ‘flight’ response. Why did yours have to be ‘freeze’?”

A/N: Hello my dear readers! I hope I don’t disappoint with this update (or how long I took to put it up XP)! I think the RS finale is coming up in the next part, but thank you guys sooo much for your support thus far! I seriously appreciate every like, reblog, comment, and requests to be added to the tags list. It’s really touching.

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You took in a shallow and shaky breath. To your surprise, Peter didn’t look nearly as terrified as any other person might’ve been in his position. In fact, you could best describe the way his expression as mildly inconvenienced.

Shouldn’t he be shitting himself? You thought, astonished. He looked more than ready to bargain. 

“Hey, mister,” he said, keeping his hands up in defence. “I don’t want any trouble-“

The man swung the knife dangerously close to Peter and he calmly shuffled backwards.

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Reality   By: Y. Black

New tale I’m sharing as a sample let me know what you think.



I swear on everything, how many times do I need to put my information in, just to confirm I want to do this trip? I’ve only saved the last 3 and a half years. I’ve dreamed of this for so long. Ever since the first time I watched the infomercial that highlighted the perks and destinations that this incredible voyage would venture and offer. I was ready for this journey right now, but confirming my info and payment with my retina, I still had 18 months to pack.

As soon as the payment was confirmed, my inbox chimed and I accessed the confirmation number that was promised to me. I clicked the new message titled Moonlight Mariner. I spun my chair around and gazed upon the hologram that was centered in the room. My excitement was overflowing as I watched the translucent picture come to life before my eyes.

“Hello Justice Cooper, I am Cynthia. I will be your personal host as we prepare to embark on your amazing journey aboard the Moonlight Mariner. First, I would like to thank you for choosing Moonlight. We specialize in making your travel dreams a reality. Based on the questionnaire that you filled out, as well as a quick scan of your interest in your histories, in addition to your frequent spending habits; I was able to comprise a catalogue of several excursions that I am sure you will love.”

“Wow.” I was completely elated.

“Wow, indeed Mr. Cooper. Or do you prefer Justice?

“Oh, ummm… well Justice is fine, I suppose.” I was astounded, I mean I had heard about interactive holograms, but never had I encountered one. I was utterly in awe, to say the least. “Your name is Crystal correct?”

“No sir, my name is Cynthia.”

“Apologies, I’m not very good with names.”

“No worries Justice, I am sure we will become well acquainted over the next several months.”

I wasn’t sure exactly what she meant, but she had piqued my interest considerably. At this point, my excitement was palpable. I mean I knew what I had signed up for but I never imagined I would have my own personal hologram delivered right here in my very own living quarters. Desmond wouldn’t believe me if I told him. Hell, he’d probably shun me. He thought I was completely crazy for even wanting to take the voyage. But guess who gave zero fucks about what Desmond thought of my desire to take the trip? That’s right, Me. I wasn’t going to share my experience with him, and the last thing I needed was a Debbie Downer trying to rain on my parade.

Cynthia downloaded a countdown/preparation calendar into my pod, that she posted on the wall just outside the kitchen. Our interaction left a gigantic smile on my face, a bit of uncertainty in my stomach, and a million questions I wasn’t sure I could or was even ready to ask. Being a realist with optimistic ways and an expert dreamer, I just let the blocks land as they may.

That night I kept having thoughts of this Cynthia character. Was she a real person? How did she get that job if she was? Would I actually get to meet her in person? I wonder if she will be onboard the journey?  My thoughts gradually became more unfiltered and unhinged. After pondering for what felt like hours, I decided to turn in before I questioned myself into an aneurism.

Upon entry of my sleep chamber I was presented with several dream options.

Desmond bullying in childhood

Mom’s funeral

Revenge on Desmond

The Moonlight Mariner

Cynthia

I wanted to choose the Moonlight but curiosity was said to kill the most curious of cats and Cynthia had more than stirred the interest within me. I donned my breathing mask and was out before my eyelids had a chance to properly shut. My mind was a very vivid place, so it only heightened with my chamber’s direction. Contrarily, Desmond still slept the traditional way. He wasn’t a dreamer like I was. He and I shared DNA, but that was about as much as we had in common. But he was my brother and though we rarely saw eye to eye, he was all I had, and I loved him for it.

“Justice?”

I stood at the foyer of my pod complex. I had just exited my Uber Xtreme and as it whisked away my gaze summoned at the sound of my name. There she stood. She had a shimmering caramel skin tone, and dark locks that fell just below her shoulders. Her eyes shined like the fullest moon on the dimmest night. She was dressed in active wear as though she had just returned from working out at the gym. Everything in my immediate vicinity became still, virtually lifeless. I could feel my cheeks give way to a fleeting smile of adoration. As she drew nearer I extended my hand but was knocked for six as she leapt into my arms.

“Justice, I’ve missed you so.”, she said as she nestled into my neck. The familiarity she exuded was one I couldn’t quite put my finger on, she continued, “I knew you were going to be gone but those extra two days really did a number on me. Were you able to accomplish everything that you needed?”

“Yes, I was.  Desmond needed my help with the farm. It also gave me some much needed time with my niece and nephews.” I went back home about three times a year. I had been in Upper Miami for almost a decade now. I left there not much longer after I had graduated. Desmond was a traditionalist like I mentioned. He took after Pops in that regard. Mom was the one who had dared me to dream and be great. He despised the wave of new. But I often joked about his beach farm in Orlando. Global warming had the real Miami disappear well over two centuries ago. There were modern day Atlantis like cities that littered the globe these days. If you should ever have the time you should visit, they are amazing. Upper Miami was created along with many other Upper’s to combat the inevitable rising tides of the world’s oceans. It was located 6 miles above the earth’s crust. It was quite a genius idea at the time it was created. It provided relief to humanities most imminent threats outside of the Ice Age. Most times I used the Upper Community Transit, or UTC to get back and forth to the farm.  Well, UTC to the crust, then four hours on a vessel then another hour by electric motor vehicle. In total the trip was about 8 and half hours.

“I’m sure they missed you so much.”

“As I have missed them. They are growing so fast these days.” I was ready to have kids of my own but my dating life had been a recurring epic failure. Desmond often tried to make my dating life a topic of discussion. He never was open enough to explore how I had and frankly, I had no desire to try and enlighten him. “What did you miss of me?” I probed Cynthia. More for myself and information as to our interaction rather than truly wanting to know. It was as if I was trying to piece together an unsolved mystery at this point.  

“Well Mr. Cooper, I missed seeing your smile, and waking you up in the morning, in the special way you like” She raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips while gaving me a sassy smirk. As we made eye contact, I felt my groin tighten. She continued, “I missed asking how your day was and inviting you over for dinner.” I was beginning to get a picture of what this was. “You know, you are my favorite human right?”

I was thrown a bit. I was almost certain Cynthia was the real thing. Yet she was a droid. I guess it only made sense as she was too perfect. From her glamourous looks that allured me, to the way she knew my comforts. Never had a soul come close to that nor had they ever shown this much interest in me. “Well Cynthia, you are my favorite too.” I kissed her on the check and my dream concluded.

I woke up refreshed as I always did but I was filled with many questions that pleaded for answers. I knew that I’d be plagued for hours on end. The most pressing of those questions was whether she was like me or if she was truly a droid. As I worked that day, I couldn’t help but wonder who was who at Horizons Water facility. In an effort to smooth integration, the company had within the last year hired 150 new employees, but hadn’t stated if the new employees were droid or humanoid. I kept my distance though, as I’d recently been disappointed by a droid, to say the least.

At Horizon, I worked in the lab. It was here where I would test the Ph and salinity content of water extracted from the clouds below. I only associated with a handful of people who were tenured at this point. Phil and I had grown close as we had gone through orientation together, and here it was, five years in and counting. He worked on the other side of the plant where he did purification of the samples extracted.  Resources have become an even hotter commodity and new ways to produce more with less have been the latest trend. Being somewhat on the cutting edge suited me well. I was always conscious of my footprint, even as a youngin’ I was keen on recycling. Even more so, how I could help with the issues that the plagued the world.

Albeit all my pushing Cynthia to the back burner did nothing, she consumed every vacant moment that my mind had. My commute was consumed of her prancing through the innards of my mind. The Uber ride home was monotonous as my chamber had an uncanny ability to tie my dreams into my reality. That being said, part of me was anxious. Having that blurred line of recalling her presence upon my arrival, I couldn’t help but pause. It was almost as if I was waiting to hear my name called in the lovely tone that only her melodic voice could hum.

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Made a model of the billboard from Pole Position a long time ago. So I made a bunch of ads for it. The three at the bottom are less original edits, and were more than likely just adjusted to fit on the billboards.

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attempted to draw some pacific rim! nalu stuff. It ended up looking a little too much like… fantasy monster slayers or something? But we can just… pretend for now.

I kind of had this idea that like the main dude from pacific rim, natsu lost his partner (lisanna) in a tragic battle. and ever since he’s been traumatized, afraid he won’t be able to protect the people he cares about. and he doesn’t want anyone else in his head to experience that or take that experience away from him. 

though with the imminent threat of human destruction on the horizon he ends up teaming up with Lucy who seems a little soft around the edges. But she manages to weasel his way into his heart faster than he would have liked and they become an unstoppable duo >:3

Remember when I said that the next chapter wouldn’t have the same word length, or take as long to be released?

Well, I lied.

But hey, it got here eventually. I hope it’s worth the wait.



Near Miss



From her time serving the ADVENT, Natasatch knew how her former organization planned “anti-terror” attacks. Get a location, send a few infiltrators ahead to confirm, and then attack when humans were most vulnerable, which was usually extremely early in the morning. Now, as an XCOM soldier, the Viper discovered firsthand  why the timing of those attacks were so crucial.

When Malcolm awoke her at 3:35AM, her verpine physiology meant Natasatch was alert and ready in mere minutes. However, the humans took longer to adapt. Malcolm almost tripped over the clutter of her room as they departed, and she counted dozens of yawns exchanged between the bleary humans as they shuffled into their gear. To Natasatch’s confusion, the humans’ yawns spread to her, as if a xenovirus of perpetually opening mouths. They were nodding off on the armory benches, and as they sat down in the Skyranger, and only awakened as the red signal lights warned of the imminent engagement.

Despite the humans’ lackluster preparedness, one of them managed to question hers.

“You sure she’ll remember whose side she’s on?” A human male, one she didn’t recognize, spoke to the group.

Lieutenant Mercier, the squad leader, raised her voice. “Lay off it, McCann. She’s been fine the last times, this’ll be no different.”

“Well, fine, but it’ll be hard to tell her from other aliens.”

“I can understand your language, just so you know,” Natasatch commented. She crossed her arms. “I can tell you from the human-shaped Advent, and I expect you can do the same. Think of it in the same way.”

The new soldier gave a grunt, deciding his shotgun needed some additional inspection. Malcolm, her human friend, poked her from the side with an elbow. “Nice going, Nat,” he said, somewhat quietly. “Using your words like that.”

“I learned from you,” Natasatch said, looking pleased with herself.

“Get ready to deploy, Menace!” The voice of Firebrand resounded through the steel coffin of the cargo bay, and the rear door let out a metallic groan as it ground open. A red glow quickly filled the space, followed by the smell of smoke and distant screams. Unfastening their harnesses, they filed down the rope and into the chaotic night.

“Good luck out there.”

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Gargoyles (1994-1996)

One of my absolute favorite cartoons of all time, and one I argue with my mom about all the time about whether or not it was syndicated (it was), Gargoyles is about winged creatures, that turn to stone when daylight hits them, being cursed for a thousand years, and coming back to life in New York City to defend it from imminent evil aka humans. It’s all a little bit futuristic, even though much of it’s set in the past via flashbacks or a series of episodes where they’re traveling around the world. There’s crazy technology, robots, magic, interspecies romance…. I mean, it’s great. It reminded me a little of Angel, you know, the Buffy spin-off, and I was really into it. It’s also considered one of the most well-written action cartoons of all time. Apparently, there’s a final season called “The Goliath Chronicles” that was deemed too dark and adult for children, even though it still aired as a Saturday Morning Cartoon…. For kids…. It’s also considered ‘non-canon’ but if you think that’s going to stop me from watching it, you’re out of your mind. I will allow it to be considered a separate show, however.

Verdict: Recommended. The best part was that there was a recurring plot that lasted the entire duration of the show, instead of it being an empty cartoon where each episode was the exact same thing every time (sorry Scooby), although I would have liked to see more of the Gargoyles besides Goliath.

Lindy Chamberlain pictured with her 2 month old daughter, Azaria, in August 1980 on a family trip to Uluru, Australia. Whilst on this same holiday, Azaria’s parents claimed that their baby daughter had been snatched from the tent they were staying in by a native dingo. After much debate which saw this version of events widely disputed, Lindy was convicted of murder and sentenced to life imprisonment in October 1982. Her husband, Michael Chamberlain, was found guilty of being an accessory to murder and received a suspended sentence. However, in 1986, a section of the clothing belonging to Azaria was discovered within an area renowned as being a habitat for dingoes, which subsequently led to Lindy and Michael’s convictions being overturned. Eventually, in 2012, an inquest into the death of Azaria Chamberlain confirmed the parents’ initial story to be true and determined that the little girl had in fact been carried away and killed by a wild animal. It turned out that a Uluru chief ranger named Derek Hoff had spent the two years prior to Azaria’s death trying to persuade the government to implement a dingo cull, during which time he had warned that an incident between the animals and humans was imminent. Lindy was given an alleged $1.3 million by Australian authorities as a payout for her wrongful incarceration. Additionally, baby Azaria’s cause of demise on her death certificate was immediately corrected.

The Invasive and Compulsory Binary System Within the Transgender Community

I wrote about this awhile back, but since then I’ve added some new thoughts and experiences. Think of it as a 2.0 version. ;)

Since discovering the language to express my gender identity within the last year, I have felt a great sense of empowerment, freedom, and validation. I am able to move through the world identifying in a way that makes sense to me in a way I didn’t even know possible. I am able to embrace the parts of myself that I didn’t think were acceptable to embrace as the “girl/woman” I was socialized as. I am able to make a deeper connection to my queer identity and also connect with others who feel the same empowerment and solidarity in embracing trans and non-binary identities. But I’m hesitant to claim trans, and I’m not alone in this dilemma.

I am non-binary.

I am not a woman. I am not a man.

I am somewhere on the spectrum, and never static.

I use gender neutral they/them pronouns and I like to fluctuate between the terms non-binary and genderqueer, as they leave room for fluidity and change.

I am femme, and because of that particular aspect, my trans identity is particularly complicated.

My hesitation is intrinsically linked to the fact that society holds a warped and inaccurate perception of transgender and what it means, defaulting to viewing it as a single identity and abandoning the complexity that gender identity truly embodies. Though transgender is an umbrella term for ALL who do not identify as cisgender (the gender one is assigned at birth), it is not the binary structure that society has appropriated it to be, which continues to view gender as a dichotomy, and ultimately reinforces the idea that “authentic” trans identity is either “male to female” or “female to male”. This doesn’t mean that there aren’t trans folks who identity within the binary genders, and I am in no way seeking to invalidate their experiences or identity, but rather, I seek to challenge the single story of trans in our community and how that skewed representation further marginalizes a large amount of folks who identify as trans.

Due to the pervasive gender binary system, mainstream society’s inaccurate ideas of trans folks having to go from “one gender to the other” is the only definition of trans that is known and, more importantly, accepted. And I understand why; look at what little trans representation we have in the media: mainly Laverne Cox, Janet Mock, and Caitlyn Jenner. All trans women who self-identify as women, and in addition, fit the gendered stereotype of what “women” look like in Western society, as they are feminine in the sense of our cultural ideas of femininity, and they are all conventionally attractive when examined through the perspective of Westernized beauty standards. Again, I am not working to invalidate the identities of these folks, nor assert that they shouldn’t express their gender identity in a way that reflects the larger societal expectations of transness. Rather, I am calling to attention the ways in which queer identities and narratives are often constructed by the larger society to reflect cis-heteropatriarchal ideas and resist more complex and radical ideas and politics surrounding identity. Representation of trans folks who identify within the binary is not inherently an issue; the issue is that is the only representation that is being displayed and accepted in the larger society and even within queer/LGBT spaces. Just because I look like what our society has constructed as a “woman” doesn’t mean my gender identity is invalid. I can wake up feminine one morning and feel more masculine the next. I can feel both at the same time, or one more than the other sometimes, and that’s okay.

The problem with seeing transgender identities through a binary lens is that it erases and further marginalizes the non-binary identities that also fall under the trans umbrella, implying that there is only acceptance and validation for those who “pass”, or conform to traditional ideas of how “men” and “women” should look. It also implied that all trans people want to pass as cisgender, which is not always the case.

It tells us that masculinity belongs to men and femininity belongs to women

It tells non-binary folk that they MUST fit into one or the other, or they are not trans or trans enough.

It tells my trans-masculine partner that he can’t be on testosterone, use masculine pronouns, and reject the label of “man” simultaneously.

It tells me, a non-binary individual, that because I present as feminine, I must be a girl, and cannot identify as transgender/non-binary, the community in which I belong.

It tells trans boys and men that they are not allowed to be feminine, or they aren’t really trans boys if they are lacking a particular amount of masculinity.

It tells trans women that they can’t be women unless they are inherently feminine in the ways society values femininity.

It leads to the misconceptions around transgender as an identity in which can be different for many.

It leads to uncomfortable and unacceptable questions from friends, medical professionals, and strangers, such as “when are you getting surgery? Are you on hormones? What do you have down there? When are you going on hormones? How do you have sex? What is the name you were born with?”

Side note: No one is “born” with a name.

Ultimately, the problem with the binary lens is it frames the idea of being trans as one particular experience, which takes away the beauty of fluidity that trans and non-binary identities permit. The binary system, in connection to the transgender community relates being trans to physicality and only physicality (hormones, genitals, physical appearance), which inaccurately clashes against the reality of trans as an identity.

There are trans folks who don’t feel the need to go on hormone replacement therapy or have surgery. There are some trans folks who do. There are some trans folks who experience dysphoria on multiple levels, and there are some trans folks who don’t. But we are a diverse, fluid, and non-conforming community, and that is just the point.

We as a society need to look past the single story of what it means to be transgender and look more in depth to the variety of identities within, embracing the idea that other folks know their gender better than anyone else, and refusing to question that. We need to be just as accepting of the trans folks who don’t “pass” in society as the ones who do. Additionally, we need to stop assuming that all trans people want to pass. We need to let trans boys be feminine and let trans girls be masculine if they please. We need to let non-binary folks claim the trans identity without feeling like they can’t because they “appear” to be one gender or the other. In essence, we need to stop assuming anyone’s gender, and additionally we need to lift up the experiences and narratives of those who have diverse gender identities.

Maybe then, with that mindset, we can get past the microaggressions and inappropriate questions, the locked gender roles that are in place even for transgender folks, and the idea that somebody who “looks” like the gender they are assumed to be may not be correct; and accept that without questioning. We can stop telling non-binary folks (especially those who are read in society as cisgender) that they are not trans because they don’t want to physically transition. We need to get past viewing gender as two genders in opposition to one another. We need to acknowledge that just because there are identities we haven’t heard of, those identities still exist. If we can get past these things, we can work on focusing on what is urgently important in the trans community:

Trans women of color are globally the largest demographic of assaulted and murdered people.

Black trans women in the U.S. have a life expectancy of 35 years old

Almost half of transgender folks attempt suicide in their lifetime

The pervasive transphobia in our society leads to transgender folks facing disproportionately higher rates of job and food insecurity.

Houselessness in transgender communities is on the rise, and trans populations in higher education in the U.S. continues to fall.

It is legal in most states in the U.S. to be fired for being trans, or turned away from housing.

In several U.S. states, it is legal to kill a trans person as a result of “trans panic”, defined as ask a jury to find that a victim’s sexual orientation or gender identity is to blame for the defendant’s excessively violent reaction. The perpetrator claims that the victim’s sexual orientation or gender identity not only explain – but excuse – their loss of self-control and subsequent assault of an LGBT individual.

There is so much more in the community to be addressed, but what the binary system works to do within the trans community is shift the focus from these issues to the body, the physical transition (while assuming that’s necessary), the level at which someone “passes”, and ultimately, to only accept certain transgender folk as authentically trans.

With that, it takes the attention and focus away from the very real, very imminent, human rights violations, violence, and pervasive macro and microaggressions that transgender folks face every single day. That is what we truly need to focus on.

Because, my friends, we as the transgender community are in a state of emergency.

The Invasive and Compulsory Binary System within the Transgender Community

I am non-binary.

I am not a woman. I am not a man.

I am somewhere on the spectrum; constantly changing.

I use they/them pronouns and I like to fluctuate between the terms non-binary and genderfluid, as they leave room for fluidity and change, if necessary. 

Since discovering my gender identity within the last year, I have felt a great sense of empowerment and freedom. I am able to move through the world identifying in a way that makes sense to me in a way I didn’t even know possible. I am able to embrace the parts of myself that I didn’t think were acceptable to embrace as the “girl” I was socialized as. I am able to make a deeper connection to my queer identity and also connect with others who feel the same empowerment and solidarity in our non-binary/trans identities. But I’m hesitant to claim trans, and I’m not alone in this dilemma.

I am hesitant because society has a warped perception of what transgender is. Though it is an umbrella term for ALL who do not identify as cisgender, it is not the binary structure that society has appropriated it to be. Sometimes, it is “MtF” and “FtM”. Sometimes there are folks who identify as trans men or trans women, in a way that they fit society’s inaccurate ideas of trans folks having to go from “one gender to the other”. And I understand; look at the only trans representation we have: Laverne Cox, Janet Mock, Caitlyn Jenner. All trans women who self-identify as women, and in addition, fit the gendered stereotype of what “women” look like, as they are feminine in the sense of our cultural ideas of femininity in women, and they are all incredibly attractive women, in the realm of conventional attraction within Westernized media. 

The problem with seeing transgender identities through a binary lens is that it erases the non-binary identities that also fall under the trans umbrella, implying that there is only acceptance for those who “pass”, or conform to traditional ideas of how men and women should look. It tells non-binary folk that they MUST fit into one or the other, or they are not trans or trans enough.

It tells my trans-masculine partner that he can’t be on testosterone, use masculine pronouns, and reject the label of “man” simultaneously.

It tells me, a genderfluid individual, that because I present as feminine, I must be a girl, and cannot identify as transgender, the community in which I belong.

It tells trans boys and men that they are not allowed to be feminine, or they aren’t really trans boys if they are lacking a particular amount of masculinity.

It tells trans women that they can’t be women unless they are inherently feminine in the ways society values femininity. 

It leads to the misconceptions around transgender as an identity in which can be different for many. 

It leads to uncomfortable and unacceptable questions from friends, medical professionals, and strangers, such as “when are you getting surgery? Are you on hormones? What do you have down there? When are you going on hormones? How do you have sex?”

The problem with the binary lens is it makes the idea of being trans a clear-cut picture, which it isn’t. The binary system, in connection to the transgender community relates being trans to physicality and ONLY physicality, which defeats the purpose of trans being an identity. There ARE trans folks who don’t feel the need to go on hormone replacement therapy or have surgery. There are some trans folks who do. There are some trans folks who experience dysphoria on multiple levels, and there are some trans folks who don’t. But we are a diverse, fluid, and often non-conforming community, and that is just the point. We as a society need to look past the single story of what it means to be transgender and look more in depth to the variety of identities within. We need to be just as accepting of the trans folks who don’t “pass” as the ones who do. We need to let trans boys be feminine and let trans girls be masculine if they please. We need to let non-binary folks claim the trans identity without feeling like they can’t because they “appear” to be one gender or the other. In essence, we need to stop assuming anyone’s gender, and additionally lifting up those who have diverse gender identities.

Maybe then, with that mindset, we can get past the microaggressive and inappropriate questions about genitalia, and the locked gender roles that are in place even for transgender folks. We can get past the idea that somebody who “looks” like the gender you assume they are may not be; and accept that without questioning. We can stop telling non-binary folks (especially those who are read in society as cisgender) that they are not trans because they don’t want to physically transition. If we can get past these things, we can work on focusing on what is urgently important in the trans community:

Trans women of color are globally the largest demographic of assaulted and murdered people.

Almost half of transgender folks attempt suicide in their lifetime

The majority of transgender people cannot get jobs due to transphobia, and therefore must turn to sex work, which can be dangerous.

Homelessness in transgender communities is on the rise, as well as a fall in populations in higher education.

It is legal in most states in the U.S. to be fired for being trans, or turned away from housing.

There is so much more, but what the binary system works to do within the trans community is shift the focus to the body, the physical transition (while assuming that’s necessary), the level at which someone “passes”, and ultimately, to only accept certain transgender folk as authentically trans.

With that, it takes the attention and focus away from the very real, very imminent, human rights violations, and macro and microaggresional transphobia that transgender folks face every single day. THAT is what we need to focus on. Because, my friends, we as the transgender community are in a state of emergency. 

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Dragons were once the rulers of this world. We thrived, flying through the air, racing across the land, and swimming in the sea. Everything in this world belonged to us. Humans were no more than our prey. But there was a foolish dragon who objected to our reign. That one spouted nonsense about building a world in which we could coexist with humans. Eventually, between the dragons who agreed and those who disagreed, a war began. I fought as one who disagreed. The battles between dragon and dragon tore up vast areas of land. Eventually, the dragons who were for coexistence devised a stupid strategy. They involved humans in the war by giving them Dragon Slayer Magic, which could destroy dragons. Dragon Slayers had tremendous power. Victory for the dragons who chose to coexist with humans was imminent. However, they had made one miscalculation. The Dragon Slayers, who had been given too much power, killed even the dragons who wished to live peacefully with them. And there was one man among the humans who bathed in the blood of too many dragons. I fear to even say that name. He continued to destroy dragons and bathe in their blood. Presently, his skin truned to scales, his teeth to fangs… He transformed into a dragon himself. That’s what Dragon Slayer Magic leads to. The dragons resting in peace here were all murdered by that man. Though human, he became the Dragon King. The Dragon King initiated another war. That was the Festival of the Dragon King. The king’s name was Acnologia. A dragon with pitch-black wings unlike any other dragon… He slaughtered most of the dragons. That was 400 years ago. You people did this…”

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Saudi blogger Badawi's flogging put off again - CNN.com
Raif Badawi set up a website to express his views and those of others. For that he was sentenced to 10 years in jail and 1,000 lashes with a whipping cane.
By Ben Brumfield and Don Melvin, CNN

CNN: Flogging for Saudi blogger Raif Badawi, who has been in jail since 2012 for hosting political and religious debate and advocating secularism on his website, was delayed again Friday. He was sentenced to 10 years in jail and 1,000 lashes with a whipping cane. He received 50 lashes in January. Badawi’s wife has called on King Salman of Saudi Arabia to pardon him and stop his punishment.

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