“Having such a supportive family has really shaped the person that I am today. [My parents] say I was born with a natural confidence — but that wouldn’t be discovered without the unconditional love and support that they provided. Having that [kind of] family helps you really discover who you are.”
Happy 5th Birthday Stickyfrogs! 😊🎉🎈🐸🐸🐸🐸🎁🎊😊
The Stickyfrogs have had a wonderful party today to celebrate their 5th Birthday!
Everyone had an exciting party hat!
They got a special giant frog card from the small frogs!
And Barry gave them a rock on behalf of the Pobblebonks!
The Stickyfrogs had a wonderful time and finished off the day with some Birthday treaties!
How to tell the Stickyfrogs apart! An updated post!
Here is Tiny, he is easy to pick out because of his special lip:
Jens usually hides, but when he does come out you can tell him apart by his croak sac (Gumby and Voigt don’t have a croak sac) and he has the most skin falling over his ears because he doesn’t like to exercise.
Here are Voigt and Gumby. Voigt is the biggest, with a big wide smile, and Gumby is always very happy:
Voigt and Gumby are the hardest two to tell apart! Here are some comparison pictures!
Voigt is 20 grams heavier than Gumby:
Voigt has a flatter forehead than Gumby and she has two white freckles next to each other on her left shoulder:
Voigt also has two special yellow toes on her right foot! 🐸🐸
Bonk can be very difficult to distinguish from the others as she blends in very easily, so I am trying different ways to solve this problem:
Barry is the son of Bonk! Barry goes BOK!
Toes is small and green with magnificent toes:
Psycho is spotty!
Basil is a bit smaller and greener than Wayne:
And Wayne always looks like she wants to kill you:
Transphobes will be blocked, no exceptions, no matter how generally nice I think you are, no matter whether I think you’re malicious or just ignorant.
I tolerate Derick’s right to have his views. Tolerance doesn’t mean never disagreeing, arguing or finding views horrific.
To use my own life as an example, I 100% don’t care if you think being gay is a ticket to Hell. I genuinely don’t. We can still be friends. I DO care if you make it my problem. Bugging me about it makes it my problem. Ranting about it on social media especially with hundreds of thousands of followers whose opinions you influence, makes it my problem. Spreading misinformation makes it my problem. You have the right to your judgments (at least in my book; God’s says something different if I recall); you do not have the right for them to go unjudged in turn.
I’m not getting further involved in this. But I know where I stand. And the thousands of trans youths who struggle with this shit every day of their lives are more important to me than people on the internet thinking I’m close-minded. When it comes to sex and gender being the same thing? When it comes to gender identity being a biological binary only? When it comes to the idiotic notion that hormone replacement therapy for trans kids is somehow easy to get on a whim and doesn’t take years of psychiatric and medical evaluations that the kid is ultimately expected to be the driving force behind? Yeah, my mind is closed. Because there are opinions and there are facts. You are entitled to your own opinions. You are not entitled to your own facts.