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On this day, 9 December 1984, Mexican revolutionary fighter Amelio Robles Ávila died in his home town of Xochipala, Guerrero, aged 95. Assigned female at birth, Ávila joined the turbulent events of the revolution in 1912, and his first mission was to extort funds from oil companies to fund the revolutionary movement. He fought in the army of Emiliano Zapata and reached the rank of colonel. He was famous for shooting his pistol with his right hand while holding a cigar in his left, and he was himself shot at least six times. In 1924 he declared his identity as male, was recognised as such by the military, and was later recognised as the first transgender veteran in the Mexican army. Ávila forged a male birth certificate, and insisted he be recognised as male for his next seven decades. Mexican historian Gabriela Cano explains that Ávila’s gender identity “must be distinguished from the strategic cross-dressing – the adoption of masculine outfits to pass as a man – that some women employed in periods of war to protect themselves from sexual violence that is usually more acute during armed conflict, to access military leadership positions or simply to fight as soldiers and not as soldaderas, that is to say, without the social gender restrictions that usually weigh on women in the military”. According to rumour, on one occasion Ávila was assaulted by men who tried to inspect his anatomy, and in defending himself two of the attackers were killed. A neighbour later recounted how Ávila would challenge anyone who misgendered him: “I always called him Mr. Robles, because he’d pull out his gun if someone called him a woman or Mrs.” After his death, Mexican institutions began to undermine his identity. A rumour began that he had requested to be buried in women’s clothes, and a school and museum were named after his dead (i.e. christened) name. If you value our work researching history like this, please consider supporting us: https://patreon.com/workingclasshistory https://www.facebook.com/workingclasshistory/photos/a.296224173896073/2156485981203207/?type=3

Worst types of country songs:

Best types of country songs:

she asked me if i believed in god and i told her that when i was four i almost drowned in a public pool and in my panic mistook a stranger for my father. i clawed my way up his leg. four years later he’d send my parents a picture of the scars alongside a tin of cookies. he said, “i hope she’s still okay. i carry her with me. it isn’t every day you save a life. it isn’t every day you feel like you were here for a reason. when it does happen, you have to cherish that memory. for once, i had a purpose. just being there was enough. she tore me open but she taught me a lot about love.”

#QuietQuitting sounds like capitalists complaining about their waning exploitation.

This is so sad

"But helping poor people should be voluntary."

And even when it is, people still have a problem with it.

GOD today i served a family of 3 and the dad was like “i’ll have a cappuccino” and the kid, a girl of about 11, was like “PLEASE.” and he was like “uh yeah. please” and the kid goes “well you’re always telling me to remember my manners!!! you should too!!” and i was cracking up

and then she was standing there w her mum while i made their drinks and i asked if the mum wanted chocolate sprinkles and she was like “yes please” and the kid goes “well at least SOMEONE remembered their manners” and then sighed dramatically and HEELYED AWAY and honestly? not sure how to go on knowing i’ll never be as cool as this 11 year old

Imagine being a side character in the freaky Friday reboot and not even knowing it

this is the only funny thing anyone has added to this fucking post

bi women are women who like men in a gay way. wont elaborate

and bi men are men who like women in a gay way. dont ask questions

no youre right. youre absolutely right

Baymax in the new Baymax! show buying pads for a girl who got her first period and getting help from people, including a trans man.

Some people are really mad about this, when he is literally a health care robot interested in people's physical and emotional needs.

im at a taco bell that has fairy lights and several water features? this is the nicest tacobell i have ever seen in my entire life???

hello???

google isn't letting us accept any routes home now

Hotel California looks different than I imagined.

the thing about edgy serial killer songs is that sometimes they slap sorry

scissor sisters: oh, i could bury you alive, but you might crawl out with a knife and kill me when i'm sleeping, that's why i can't decide whether you should live or die ^_^

me, every time, without fail:

More examples of the WORST mansplaining here.

This might be my favorite

This is mine

you know what all those edgy teen dramas with drunk partying in them are missing? the trauma of learning for the first time that alcohol tastes bad.

no underage drinking scene will be complete unless a kid takes their first ever sip of wine and goes “what the fuck?”

Thank you Shazam for being the only good DC movie

when you’re out at a restaurant or a coffee shop or a target or whatever with your friends and you overhear/eavesdrop the same snippet of some stranger’s conversation, and you look at each other for a second to check that you both heard this stranger say the same weird/funny/baffling thing and just break out in knowing grins and quiet laughter… that’s a love language

I was eating alone at a mexican restaurant once and a group of college kids were chatting over tortilla chips. There was some jabber and then..

“ ..we had to climb over the bob wire!”

“Dude, did you just say ‘bob wire’?”

“Yea man, that spiky shit!”

“You actually think it’s called bob wire? Like fucking Robert wire? You think it’s called Robert wire?”

“Well what the hell do you think it’s called?”

“It’s BARB wire you idiot! Like Barbara wire!”

*the third guy* “Oh my god. You guys. BARBED wire. Because the wire has barbs, it is BARBED.”

“Oohhhhh!”

“Fucking Robert and Barbara wire. Fuck you guys.”

I hope Robert and Barbara Wire are in a happy and committed relationship.

This was my actual favorite part of working in a theater. People would come in and use a string of words no human had ever uttered and I’d have to be like “ohhhhkay let’s parse this out.”

When we had Moonlight: Moonshine, Moonrise, Midnight, Nightlight, Nighttime, Twilight

My favorite in recent memory, though: “The Big Sick” = “The Fat Bad”

Don’t… Don’t movie theaters have…the names of the movies… Right… There?

Ah, see, the problem here is that you’re making the common mistake of assuming people bother to read anything. At all. At any given point. When in the presence of customer service worker.

a regular occurrence