radical lives

Hey, all.

Today is Trans Day of Remembrance (TDOR for short), so I wanted to take a few seconds to talk about that.

Today is a memorial for every trans person who has died in the past year due to hate. Whether it was as a victim of a hatecrime, the result of mistreatment by the medical system, the fault of the criminal justice system or law enforcement, or social pressures and self-loathing leading to suicide, today is the day that we’ve set aside to honor our dead. It’s a time for mourning and a time for reflection.

Being trans in society is a radical act. Living your truth as a trans individual, publicly or privately, disrupts the status quo. Not everyone will be able to understand you or your experiences. Living this way is draining. It’s scary. It’s isolating. But, and here’s the important part, you need to keep surviving.

To all of the trans youth out there: find your community. Take care of other trans kids. Protect each other and locate spaces where you can explore your own identities. If you feel safe, talk about your experiences. You’re the next generation. Be proud of your history and don’t be afraid to keep pushing for change.

To all of the trans adults: keep going. There are few things more exhausting than continuing to push against a society that has made clear that it doesn’t want you, but you need to keep pushing for yourselves and for your communities. Mentor younger trans people and help out where you can. Support other trans adults in their efforts to live an honest life. Keep on protesting, keep on writing to your congresspeople, keep on representing in every area of society.

To everyone who is mourning the loss of a loved one today: our thoughts and prayers are with you. Know that you are not alone. Take the time you need to care for yourself and to grieve. And, from the bottom of my heart, I am sorry for your loss. My inbox is open if you ever need someone to talk to.

Today, we mourn for every trans person who didn’t make it this far. Their lives were cut short due to injustice and prejudice. Tomorrow, we go back to fighting for equality and acceptance in the hopes that one day, we won’t have to mourn.

Here’s to TDOR and to every trans life we’ve lost. Here’s to a future where we no longer need a TDOR.

Keep surviving.

women of color have different experiences than white women.

lesbian, bisexual, pansexual, asexual, and other lgbtqia+ women have different experiences than straight women.

disabled, mentally ill, and chronically ill women have different experiences than able-bodied, neurotypical, and not-chronically ill women.

trans women have different experiences than cis women.

nevertheless, they’re all still women. they can acknowledge experiences that they do not share with others while simultaneously addressing their own unique struggles. just because a woman does not share your exact situation and experiences does not mean she’s any less of a woman. there is no one way to be a woman.

it’s that simple.

Shoutout to autistics who experience emotions intensely

To the autistics who cry over “little things”

To the autistics who get so happy they flap and bounce and squee

To the autistics who have to work so hard to control their anger or who can’t

To the autistics who don’t know what they’re feeling but feel it strongly

To the autistics who have panic attacks easily

To the autistics who are “over emotional”, “too sensitive”, “weird”, or “irrational”

You experience the world intensely and the ways you react to that are valid. There’s nothing wrong with reacting to emotions as long as you don’t hurt others. You are not too sensitive or too emotional, you are exactly as you should be and that is valid and that is good.

Live authentically

Live radically

Live autisticly


Another Venice

Andrea Mercatante and Adelaide Testa, from UDA Architect, renovated the top floor apartment and the common area of a 19th century building in Venice. In a city that lives radically in the past, the extraordinary architectural heritage finally welcomes the present.

To all the self-diagnosed autistic people...

You’ve done your research. A lot of it. Like a lot, a lot. You’ve studied autism thoroughly and have found yourself in what you’ve learned. You’ve had so many aha! moments and moments where it seemed like everything clicked into place. 

You’ve taken your time. You’ve analyzed yourself extensively, reflecting over so many experiences you’ve had. You’ve spent so much time considering whether or not autism fits your experiences or if it might be something else. 

I know the doubts that crop up. Sometimes these doubts are uninvited, invading your mind like a parasite that eats away at your thoughts until you’re consumed with self-doubt. Sometimes these doubts are brought about by others questioning you or invalidating you. Their words echoing in your mind until that’s all you can hear. 

So many of us, whether clinically diagnosed or self-diagnosed, doubt ourselves from time to time. Your doubts don’t define you or mean that you aren’t valid. These doubts are the ableism we all internalize from this world. We’re constantly told that we can’t be autistic because of X, whether it’s because we have friends or can speak or can hold a job or can make eye contact or any other untrue reason. 

Remember that no one autistic person has every trait. We are each unique individuals with unique mixes of traits. Just because you’re different from another autistic person you know doesn’t mean you aren’t autistic. We are each beautifully different and that’s wonderful. 

Trust yourself. Trust the research you’ve done. Trust the time you have spent. Trust your self-analysis and self-reflection. If you know that you are autistic, that’s what truly matters. A clinical diagnosis may grant access to accommodations or services, but, for many, it’s not necessary. Self-diagnosis grants us access to our community and resources to help us live better lives and self-understanding that can radically change how we live. 

Trust in yourself. Accept yourself. Love yourself. 

Yes, Christ takes us as we are. But He loves us far too much to just leave us as we are. He wants so desperately to see us grow, and learn more about Him through His word. But we have to be willing to take that step. He wants us to be willing to turn from our sin, and follow Him wholeheartedly. 

We weren’t just called to worship God on Sundays. We were called to worship Him every day of our lives, through our words, and our deeds, and our actions - everything. And sometimes, that takes sacrifice. Sometimes, that’ll hurt. Living in radical obedience to God has never been easy, by any means. 

But believe me, there’s no greater freedom.

anonymous asked:

Stained glass above radicals, for the title prompt

@obaewankenope, @kyberpunk, @meabhair, @lilyrose225writes, @maawi, @eclipsemidnight 
So remember when I said I was working on title prompts, and one got away from me? That was this one. Honestly, this title is so beautiful, I just – !!!
So the first piece, the one that I’ve linked, it hit the Stained Glass part of the title, but not the Radicals, so now - here, have the Radicals.
(honestly I added like… 4 paragraphs in maybe 10 minutes? just now? and all the rest had been written before??? I’d just realised I didn’t have enough of crèchemaster Anakin and for some odd reason it took me A MONTH??! to add that in, sorry!, brain funnies)
More from the Tahl Lives AU (aka the Blind!Obi-Wan AU also):

One day, not long into Qui-Gon’s newest nightmare of running the Alderaanian Temple, Tahl arrives in a whirlwind of activity and roughly jabs a finger into Qui-Gon’s sternum. 

“You,” she declares, “need an Archivist. Your record-keeping is horrid.” 

Qui-Gon raises his hands and backs away, shamelessly placing his Padawan between them. Obi-Wan takes this in good humour, but he also takes every opportunity to tease his Master afterwards. Qui-Gon does not mind. His Padawan can tease as much as he likes, but he’ll always protect his poor old Master. 

Tahl’s appearance does make things much easier. And it’s not really Qui-Gon’s record-keeping that’s appalling, as it turns out. It’s that the systems in place in this Temple are outdated. Tahl tucks Obi-Wan under her arm and vanishes for three days straight, living on nothing but tea and biscuits – a programmer’s lifestyle that Qui-Gon, frankly, does not approve of. 

“You’re very attached to your Padawan, Qui,” Tahl teases him. 

“Don’t you start,” he grumbles, curling around the same sleeping Padawan protectively on her couch. 

But by then things are already running more smoothly. At least now when they send out messages, there’s a chance someone will hear them. 

Keep reading

   Alright, so, I said I would probably exaplain this character on here so here we go. I have always been a bit too nervous to post anything about OCs on Tumblr. I dunno why?? I just am.  

   Anyways, this is SK8S. He is my Villainouc OC. Yes, I made a Villainous OC because I am cringe or whatever.

   He is one of Black Hat Inc.’s customers and one of the worst Villains ever. He is too full of himself to actually make any progress in any evil plans. He just goes on and on bragging how “great” he is. Pfft, what a lame villain. The only thing he can brag about is his silly roller skates that he upgraded himself. They light up the night! Also they can zOOM.

   If anything he just irritates every hero with his horrible catchphrases-


   Also, never forget. SK8S is not his real name. Shh keep this a secret- his name is actually… Larry. Never call him by his real name. It’s his weakness.

   Also, never mention the Snickers bar incident.

“Im going to make a public post on a public website insulting and talking about a group of people, use tags so they can see it then ask then not to interact or I’ll block them”

Originally posted by vegemaryam-blog-blog

I’m incredibly leery of people who use phrases like “gay assimilation” because I’ve seen it used more to bash same sex couples who want to have a family and married loves than to call out corporations who exploit gay experiences for the sake of advertising.

Like I get that the fight for equality didn’t end after marriage equality but stop pretending that gay people getting married and gay people being happy and in love isn’t an inherently radical act. We live in a society that doesn’t want us to love each other, doesn’t want us to love ourselves, does want us to get married, and doesn’t want us to be happy. So when we are any of those things, or all of those things that’s a spit in their face.

We get a lot of questions on the blog asking if something or other is “normal”. You may have noticed that, when I answer these questions, I never use the word normal. I generally answer as if “is this typical for autism” had been asked instead. Today I want to explain why as well as why I wish we didn’t get questions like this.

Let’s start by looking at the word normal. Many of us have heard phrases like “normal is only a setting on a washing machine.” Normal is a commonly used word that is no longer bound in the pages of the dictionary, but rather living and changing in the shrouds of cultural connotations and social ideals. Normal is steeped in the meanings that we as a society have bestowed upon it.

When normal is stripped down to it’s dictionary definition, we find that it appears to be similar to the word typical which is a word I use often when responding to asks. Normal is defined as “conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected” while typical is defined as “conforming to a type.” Based on just these definitions, the words are synonymous, however, when we begin to examine the social trappings that enshrouds these words, we find that there is actually quite to difference.

Normal means conforming to a standard. Pretty straightforward. Yet, what is the standard? More often than not, that standard is societal expectations. So, in essence, asking “is ___ normal?” is asking “is ___ socially acceptable?” For the standard upon which we are judged, the standard which we are expected to conform to, is not just whether a behavior occurs commonly but does it fall within the bounds of what is considered permissible by society.

Normal is a word that has been weaponized against many of us. Our autistic and other neurodivergent traits fall outside the narrow bounds of what is considered normal. From childhood, many of us are mistreated, bullied, and abused into behaving more normally. This is the whole goal of ABA after all. They dress it up in language of “indistinguishable from peers” but what is meant by that is normal. For many of us, our parents, our classmates, our teachers, our friends, and more push for us to be more normal, they push for us to conform to the standard set for by society.

And, many of us internalize this ableism. We push ourselves to be more normal, to fit in, to be like others so that we will be loved and accepted. We create these fake versions of ourselves so that we appear to be neurotypical, despite the enormous toll of this. We push ourselves to the break for fear of being weird, for fear of being deemed abnormal. We ask ourselves constantly if x, y, or z behavior is normal. We analyze ourselves for any signs of abnormality and try to hide them away beneath the persona we have created.

But why? Why are we trying to conform to an oppressive standard? Why are we forcing ourselves into boxes made for straight, white, able-bodied, neurotypical cismen and cutting off pieces of ourselves in the process?

Is it normal to stim? Is it normal to avoid eye contact? Is it normal to obsesses over interests or eat the same food over and over or focus so hard we forget to eat? No, but why does it matter? These things are not socially acceptable nor does it conform to the standard, but so what? What is the point in conforming to a society that wishes to chop us apart and discard the things that bring us joy or comfort so that we’ll fit into the narrow boxes crafted of normal?

I wish we got less questions asking if ___ is normal. Not because I think any less of those who phrase things this way, but because I know the internalized ableism that comes along with striving for normal. When almost every around us sends the message that we are strange, weird, abnormal, and that anything outside of normal is bad, it becomes easy to let these messages become a part of us and dictate how we feel about ourselves. When striving for normal, it becomes easy to discard the parts of us that don’t fit the narrative. We learn to hate the parts of ourselves that don’t conform, and, in the process, lose that which makes us beautifully unique individuals.

All of you deserve so much more than to live a life in the box of normal. You are such a wonderfully unique and special person. Why sacrifice that to conform to a society that would rather see you normal and miserable than happy as yourself? Why force yourself to be someone you’re not to conform to narrow ideas of normal?

Normal may be benign when looked at in the dictionary, but the social ideas that encompass and eclipse this are pretty ableist. Autistic people aren’t normal. People in wheelchairs aren’t normal. Mentally ill people aren’t normal. None of us with disabilities are normal. And that’s ok. So what if we don’t fit into the norms? So what if our lives don’t conform to what is socially proper and acceptable? What really matters is that we live the best lives we can. Not lives based on societies ideas of what is best but what is truly best for our own unique situations.

I can never live alone and I’m ok with that. I may never have the white picket suburban dream house, and that’s ok. You know why? Because I’m going to live the life that’s right for me. Sure, my life won’t conform to the standards, but it will be, and is, full of joy, growth, fulfillment, companionship, hope, and love.

So, no X behavior isn’t normal, but it may be typical for the autistic experience.

I will never shame anyone for using normal in an ask, but I do hope that you all consider the ableism behind normal as well as the internalized ableism you are likely harboring. Ask yourself what standards you are striving to conform to and why. Is it because they make you happy? Is it because this will help you get to where you want to go? Are you able to be yourself? If not, why is this something you want to conform to?

I ask that you take a hard look at yourself and ask yourself if you are living your life for you or if you are living for normal. If you have to cut away pieces of yourself or hide your true self, can you really be happy?

Thanks for taking the time to read my rambles. I hope that soon we’ll be seeing less questions about normal.

Live freely

Live radically

Live boldly

Live autistically



Living the life you dream about at night before you go to sleep is probably the best thing you can achieve. 

No matter if its sipping cocktails under the caribbean sun all day, owning a million dollar business or just making time for yourself every day - you deserve to live the life you want to live. 

Whereas “making time for yourself every day” sounds a little more realistic to some than “owning a million dollar business”, every dream is worth pursuing. More accurate: You are worthy living your dream

Before I will give you 5 Tips on How To Get What You Want, I’ll tell you why I consider myself in the position to give you some advice on that topic:

I finished school in april 2016 at the age of 19 and had my plan set: saving up for half a year and then travel Indonesia for 6 months with my boyfriend. Afterwards we wanted to move in and start studying. Pretty common plan, one gap year, working, traveling and back to real life (”uni”).

Well, plans changed slightly when me and my boyfriend broke up 3 months before the journey should’ve begun. During those times I struggled in terms of planing my future, everything seemed planned out pretty good - I wasn’t sure if that was most exciting future plan but at least it was safe, “the standard way to go”. 

Anyways, now I needed to reorganise. My plans, myself, everything. Traveling Indonesia - and especially Bali - was always more my dream and I didn’t want to give that up, but traveling solo was a whole other thing. Was I capable of that, is that what I want, do I have enough time to prepare myself, what if something goes wrong, what if I get sick (the list goes on and on and oooon) - long story short I started my trip in april 2017 for 6 weeks. 

It is September 2017 now, I’m sitting here writing this blogpost from North Bondi, Sydney. Its been about 4 months now since I moved to Australia. I have a really nice job, good friends, a gorgeous boyfriend, I live around 10 minutes walking distance away from the beach - I couldn’t ask for more

How did that happen? How did I changed my life and my plans so radically that I’m living my dreamlife right now on the other side of the world? Here are my tips: 

  1. Get clear on what your dream life looks like. Picture it as precise as possible, imagine very detail. See yourself living that life and imagine how it feels. Visualise and shape your dreams so you can start taking direct action towards them.
  2. Screw other peoples opinions about your dreams. Never ever let somebody talk you out of your dreams. Don’t ever listen to the words “thats too big for you” or “thats unrealistic”. Imagine someone who - in your eyes - has reached their goals. Would that person ever give a shit about what other people say about their dreams? No way.
  3. Take an action that brings you closer to your goals every day. Your dream is to be a photographer? Then your action might be to follow all inspiring photographers on instagram, the next day you might learn how to shoot in manual mode, then you might learn how to use photoshop. After that you inform yourself about the best cameras until one day your action is to get this camera etc. At the end of a month you will see: small changes make the biggest difference.
  4. Get out of your comfort zone. This is by far the most important thing and in the end it was the game changer for me. When I was in Bali I fell in love with traveling so much that it wasn’t an option to leave after 6 weeks. I decided to go to australia without any plan. I spent my last money on the flight and the visa and off I went. That didn’t sound like a safe plan, but I took the risk and it was the best decision I’ve ever made. In the end, there is ALWAYS a way. If I’ve learnt one thing from traveling, then it would be that in the end, everything works out. My fav quote: “In order to get something you’ve never had before, you need to do something you’ve never done before.” I assure you, your dreams are worth every risk.
  5. Believe in yourself. I believe that you are worthy and capable of getting everything, really EVERYTHING you want to have. You need to believe in that, too. Be absolutely positive about your plans and stop thinking about “if” you are going to get what you want and rather focus on “when” you are going to get it. Your dream life is out there waiting for you, all you need to do is go for it

I hope that I’ve encouraged you to get up and get what you deserve, I wish you all the best and I know that it will work out for you as it did for me. You can watch that video (and 5 more tips) here. Sending lots of love, you’ll hear from me soon, xx