the fake geek girl stereotype is always annoying, but i find it especially obnoxious when it’s directed towards girls with fandom related tattoos. like, if you think a girl is gonna get a whole star wars or doctor who themed sleeve put on her body permanently solely to impress your crusty ass, please sit the fuck down
someone accused me of this with my Skyrim tattoo
yep, I spent $300 and sat there in pain for 6 hours just to impress an ugly motherfucker
@ ppl who are saying that if your employer fires you for getting married you can sue them now bc SCotUS declared it a fundamental right
you are wrong
people get fired for things that are legally fundamental rights all the time. like… free speech is a fundamental right but your employer can still fire you over it. “fundamental right” is binding on the government, not your employer
until a group is actually covered by a non-discrimination law, homophobic employers can legally do whatever the fuck they want
If you bleed, that is NOT your hymen being ‘popped’, it is a tear due to lack of sexual arousal and natural lubrication.
This is all a MYTH perpetrated by men so they don’t have to make sure you are comfortable and sufficiently aroused enough before you have sex with them. It is an excuse to disregard and hurt you.
I just really want women to know this.
Also a lot of dick people don’t actually know this either so spread the word to the penis-owning people who follow me that no the first time is not supposed to hurt for the vagina people.
Sex is supposed to be pleasurable not painful. If something hurts, stop and figure out the issue 9/10 there’ just not enough lubrication due to lack of arousal and foreplay.
Also, if someone says it hurts, STOP. That aint some cute code for you to keep going. Listen to your partner.
just remember that the reason your born is because your parents are straight.
just remember that Alan Turing, father of modern computer science, was gay & is a big part of the reason you can sit here and make shitty homophobic posts
Not being able to bathe because your dysphoria is too bad.
Not being able to wear a binder because of anxiety issues/sensory issues
Not being able to grow body hair
Your body hair is too noticeable
Presenting as masculine and being 5'0
Presenting as feminine and being 6'3
Others using you as their *trans friend* in order to win an argument
Being out to some but not to others
Swimming. Seriously just fuck that.
Gym class
Transitioning during school
Trying to get people to use nonbinary pronouns
Standardized tests using sex and gender interchangeably
People refusing to do research and expecting you to explain everything
People mean mugging you when you shop in the clothing section that matches your gender
People telling you to choose between your religion and your identity
Coming out as gay before coming out as trans and trying to figure out what to call yourself
Trying not to visibly cringe every time you get misgendered
Being afraid to go home
Being afraid to go to school
Being afraid
Doing dangerous things to attempt to alleviate dysphoria
Not being able to look in the mirror
Getting bashed by other trans people for not having dysphoria (yeah im lookin at you truscum)
Not wanting to transition
How to sex??
Trying to figure out your gender
Society enforcing the gender binary like its some sort of law
THIS LIST IS ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT POSTS ON THIS WEBSITE.
“I think lesbians are smarter in a sense that we know what we want and we go for it, that’s why we’re gay”
“so if you’re at a party and you see the hottest girl there who turns out to be bisexual, whats your reaction?” “that’s really unfortunate”
“if she can make me laugh then I might be able to get past the fact that she had a dick in her mouth last week”
“if you’re with a lesbian then you know that they’re going to be going for you, for a woman, but if you’re with a bisexual…”
and a special mention for personal experience:
“I’ll have to keep a meter away from you tonight, otherwise you might make out with me haha”
“I wanted to tell you that you looked good last night but someone told me not to because you might make out with me”
we constantly get told not to attend pride unless we’re in a same sex relationship, get degrading comments from both the gay community and straight people, are told we aren’t ‘queer enough’ and that because we can pass as straight we don’t deserve a place in LGBTQ+ spaces.
“When someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. But if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them.”—Lemony Snicket (via lazypacific)
On Friday, the Supreme Court made history by ruling that same-sex couples have a constitutional right to marry,
bringing marriage equality to the entire United States. Now, gay and
lesbian couples can legally wed in every state in the country.
I love this generation so much we went through shit like drug scares and eating disorders and being punks and emos and self harmers and depressed and suicidal and now now now you start to see all these flower crowns and pastels and it’s like we’re all slowly slowly healing and growing up and it’s s obeautiful we’re all taking selfies and coming into our own and we’re all scared but we’re all here for each other and we’re unlearning inter-community hate and we’re all just such nice girls and boys and everything else we’re stars and flowers and fae and sunshine and we care about the world and we are just s obeautiful and powerful and new
Marriage licenses came about in the late 19th century to prevent mixed-race marriages. That should be appalling to anyone, and is in my opinion the strongest argument to privatize marriage.
The American colonies officially required marriages to be registered, but until the mid-19th century, state supreme courts routinely ruled that public cohabitation was sufficient evidence of a valid marriage. By the later part of that century, however, the United States began to nullify common-law marriages and exert more control over who was allowed to marry.
By the 1920s, 38 states prohibited whites from marrying blacks, “mulattos,” Japanese, Chinese, Indians, “Mongolians,” “Malays” or Filipinos.
At the heart of it all, predictably, is the urge to control the lives of others. White people might marry black people! Horror of horrors. Therefore, the state must get involved. No doubt these arguments in favor of more government meddling were made with an overlying patina of “freedom.” Just as the modern anti-immigration crowd today argues that we must destroy freedom in order to save it, the old racist proponents of government marriage likely argued that we must abolish freedom in marriage or the “Negro agitatuhs” and their dusky-skinned allies will destroy freedom. Conservative “logic” at its best.
the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” is actually not the full phrase it actually is “curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back” so don’t let anyone tell you not to be a curious little baby okay go and be interested in the world uwu
See also:
Blood is thicker than water The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.
Meaning that relationships formed by choice are stronger than those formed by birth.
Let’s not forget that
“Jack of all trades, master of none” ends with “But better than a master of one.”
It means that being equally good/average at everything is much better than being perfect at one thing and sucking at everything else. So don’t worry if you’re not perfect at something you do! Being okay is better!
Buckle up ya’ll I’m gonna tell the story of how when I was ten years old I was a member of a secret chemistry society that used our lunch time to boom stuff up on the lab.
So when I made ten years old I asked for a chemistry kit (as the fucking nerd I was) as my birthday gift. Instead of playing on the playground on the school lunch time (because someone tried to choke me on the swings line before throwing me head first on the ground -but that is a story for another time-), I took my chemistry kit to the Dark Stairwell (there were two stairwells on my school, the main one, right on the middle of the building, that everybody used and the Dark Stairwell that has that name because there were no lights on it, obvs and because what happens on the Dark Staiwell stays on the Dark stairwell… People used to go there and snog, gossip, carve the bricks -yes, carve the bricks- or plan murders and stuff like that, hence “dark”).
The Dark Stairwell was adjacent to the school’s Chemistry Lab. As ten years olds, my class was not allowed to enter the lab. We only start chemistry classes when we are 12/13.
But there was this lady… we used to call her the “Lab lady”. She was very sweet and kind and she saw me on the dark stairs, playing with my kit and we started talking and we got inside the lab. I showed her my chemistry kit and she showed me some cool simple experiments (changing the colour of some solutions and stuff)
From that day forward I always spent my lunch time on the lab with her. But the curious thing was that some of the other kids noticed that and since we weren’t allowed on the lab, the place was like the Wardrobe for Narnia. They started to come and stay there too.
By the middle of the month we were at least fifteen 10-year-olds making experiments with the Lab Lady. Every day was a new one. It was AMAZING. The Lab Lady was like our mom, she never lost patience when we couldn’t do the things and she used to call us “her little geniuses”. When we started, she helped us up our seats (because they were too tall for us) and by the end of our experiments time, she helped us clean our hands (because we were too small to reach the lab sink) and we bombarded her with curious science questions that she answered patiently and in a funny way.
But then again, we were children. What do children want with chemistry? Explosions, of course! Chaos! We were tiny little satans So the Lab Lady used to tease us that by the end of the month she would blow something up for us.
DUDE, WE WERE FREAKED. When the end of the month arrived (also the end of the semester, the day before the school break) we ran to the lab and the Lab Lady gave us some cool protective glasses and she messed our hairs and she said “Now ya’ll look like mad little scientists” and she told us to keep our distance and she literally blew something up. Of course, it wasn’t a big explosion, It was a small safe reaction, more lights than boom but we were jumping around asking her to do it again and how that was magical and stuff. She then proceeded to change the colour of the flames several times and we were in awe.
The Lab Lady was like our Gandalf and we were her excited little hobbits. And we went on to our break already wanting to go back to do more “booms and stuff”
However, when our break was over and we were back to school, the lab was closed, the lights were off. Everything was dark just like the Dark Stairwell. And our Gandalf was gone.
Everyday we went there and waited for her to show up and explode something else but she didn’t.
By the end of the week, on the last class of the day, there was a knock on the door.
The messiah Lab Lady was back! But… She gathered her 15 dance partners on the corner and told us that she was leaving the school and she just came to say goodbye to her little hobbits.
It was a mess. There were 15 kids crying and fighting over who gets to sit on her lap and hug her next. And our portuguese teacher was just watching us like “????”
A couple years later, when we had our first chemistry class on the lab, the remaining hobbits of the 15, gathered and did the same small explosion when the teacher had us making experiments on our own.
I believe that that was our own way of saying “O captain, my captain.”
Hail, the Lab Lady. You will never be forgotten. Your little hobbits planted the acorn on the Shire.
This is the best thing I have read or will ever read. All Hail The Lab Lady
yo if you’re a cis girl or afab and femme presenting and you’d be comfortable with having a trans girl roommate, please reblog this. i just need reinforcement that there are girls out there who wouldn’t be disgusted by a girl like me.
My rules for roommates: don’t leave food lying around to rot, that shit’s dangerous, and if you touch my computer without express, explicit permission, I reserve the right to murder you with my bare hands (I’m a writer and I’m paranoid, I’m sorry). Otherwise I couldn’t give less of a shit.
[breaks into your house] I CAN MOVE MOUNTAINS [kicks down your door] I CAN WORK A MIRACLE, WORK A MIRACLE OH OHOH [rips shirt] I’LL KEEP YOU LIKE AN OATH
[furiously starts playing air guitar] MAY NOTHING BUT DEATH
im in starbucks……….sitting next to this high school couple……..and i think they’re breaking up……..i have my headphones on pretending to ignore them………but i hear it…………………………………..high school love………….
Ok so what i’ve figured out so far…….they’re not in a relationship, but the guy is acting like they’re in a commitment…………and she’s like whoah back up buddy…..and he’s like we have something we have something…..and she’s like dude you’re pressuring me, chill..……………..this guy is dumb af im gonna fight it
oh my fucking god, this fuckboy is trying guilt her into a relationship saying shit like “oh i liked you, i put myself out there for you, i talked to you on imessage til 5am for you!!! i tried to make a relationship happen!!!” lord give me strength im gonna jump this kid
OK OKOKOKOKOKKKK I LEANED OVER TO THEM AND I TOLD THE GIRL “LISTEN HON. LISTEN. YOU DO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT. YOU DON’T OWE THIS KID SHIT. YOURE IN HIGHSCHOOL, YOU HAVE YOUR WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF YOU. YOU DON’T HAVE TO BE STUCK WITH THIS GUY JUST BECAUSE YOU FEEL BAD FOR HIM. DO WHATEVER MAKES YOU HAPP Y” AND THE GUY ACTUALLY GETS MAD AND HE’S LIKE “YO WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU” AND I SAID “WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU? I DONT EVEN KNOW THIS GIRL BUT I CAN TELL SHE DOESN’T WANT BE IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH YOUR NASTY ASS SELF. JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE NICE TO HER DOESNT MEAN SHE OWES YOU A FUCKING BLOWJOB” AND LMAO WHEN I SAID THAT I SAID IT SO LOUD EVERYONE IN THE STARBUCKS TURNED AROUND AND THE GIRL WAS LAUGHING AND I LOOKED THIS FUCKER STRAIGHT I THE EYE AND SAID “SHE DOES’T OWE YOU SHIT. GET OVER YOURSELF YOU PREBUSCENT LIL SHIT. YOU SOUND LIKE A GODDAMN RAPIST.” AND I STOOD UP AND LEFT MAINTAINING EYE CONTACT WITH HIM THE WHOLE TIME FUCK OUTTTTTTTTAAAA HERREEEE
Anyone who says they’ve never held bigoted beliefs is 100% a liar. We get older and we learn better and we grow more understanding of the world around us. Social justice is not a contest of perfection. It’s a process of growth. That has been completely lost on this community in the past two years.
HARRIET TUBMAN ESCAPED FROM SLAVERY AND THEN WENT BACK TO GET OTHERS. LIKE, I KNOW YOU KNOW WHO HARRIET TUBMAN IS AND THAT SHE DID THAT, BUT I JUST WANT YOU TO TAKE THAT IN FOR A SECOND.
HARRIET TUBMAN WAS HELD CAPTIVE AND BOUND TO UNPAID, BACK-BREAKING LABOR SINCE BIRTH UNDER PENALTY OF TORTURE OR DEATH. SHE MANAGED TO ESCAPE THAT LIFE, AND SHE TURNED THE FUCK AROUND AND WENT THE FUCK BACK TO GET EVERYONE ELSE WHO WAS STILL TRAPPED IN IT. AND THEN SHE DID IT AGAIN EIGHTEEN MORE TIMES.
WHEN ABRAHAM LINCOLN WAS UNSURE WHETHER OR NOT HE WAS PREPARED TO MAKE A STAND AGAINST SLAVERY, HARRIET TUBMAN BASICALLY SAID HE SHOULD STOP BEING SUCH A DIAPER BABY AND THAT GUYS WHO ARE TOO SCARED TO END SLAVERY DON’T DESERVE TO WIN WARS.
NOT ONLY DID SHE SECRET OVER 300 SLAVES TO FREEDOM ON THE UNDERGROUND RAILROAD, BUT SHE ACTED AS A SPY FOR THE UNION ARMY DURING THE CIVIL WAR, AND BECAME THE FIRST WOMAN TO LEAD AN ARMED ASSAULT IN THE CIVIL WAR. THAT RAID BROUGHT FREEDOM TO OVER 700 SLAVES IN ONE GO.
SO I JUST WANT YOU TO STEW ON THAT FOR LIKE A MINUTE. ACTING IN THE SHADOWS, SHE WALKED INTO HELL ON EARTH 19 TIMES TO SAVE HER FELLOW HUMAN BEINGS FROM THE TORMENT SHE ENDURED, AND THE SECOND SHE WAS GIVEN EVEN A MODICUM OF POWER, SHE MANAGED TO FREE SEVEN HUNDRED SLAVES IN ONE DAY.
I GUARANTEE, HOWEVER IMPRESSED YOU ALREADY ARE WITH HARRIET TUBMAN, YOU ARE FALLING LIKE AT LEAST 40% SHORT OF HOW IMPRESSED YOU SHOULD BE WITH HARRIET TUBMAN. SHE IS ONE OF THE BEST EXAMPLES OF BADASSERY IN THE ENTIRETY OF AMERICAN HISTORY.
man imagine aliens w no concept of interspecies cooperation or pets
‘commander the scan of this shelter reveals three primary lifeforms’
‘excellent. elaborate please’
‘all mammals. two quadrupeds, one feline and one canine, as well as one biped sapien. they appear to be… relaxing and eating in a shared space’
‘what the fuck’
imagine these guys trying to be really polite about it because for some reason the bipeds really enjoy harboring these strange freeloading carnivores. an alien warlord meeting some diplomat’s cat and being all tentatively like ‘ah… yes. your parasite is remarkably large and complacent. you are no doubt a very well-used host and oh my stars don’t let it touch me no no NO.’
“but what function do they serve”
“well sometimes they catch pests or protect us from intruders”
“ah I see very sensible”
“but mostly we just hug them whether they want us to or not”
ALL PEOPLE ARE BEAUTIFUL! Race, religion, sex, sexual orientation, all of it doesn’t matter. We’re all beautiful creatures
jewish women are amazing and beautiful, pass it on
ALL WOMEN ARE BEAUTIFUL STFU
jewish women are amazing and beautiful, pass it on
man, i’m so glad that there’s no antisemitism on this post! i really thought there would be, but (looks around) there are absolutely no goyim being crappy here! amazing
it sure is great how no one tried to derail the fact that Jewish women are amazing and beautiful
“But you’re not at all like my son?!”
People rarely get surprised when an 18 year old is very different from a 5 year old, but when both are autistic people suddenly find it incredulous that they might have different personalities and different abilities, and that they might be at very different stages in life.
And both are different from a 33 year old. I’ve literally had to speak the words, “We grow up. We don’t die from autism.”
In an argument with my mother over my role in life, in which I said I have to be what I never had, she said, “Do you think I never went looking for an adult like you, when you were a child? I NEVER found one! NO ONE was like you were!”
Of course no adult was like me.
I was a child.
This is an extraordinarily multigenerational problem that has existed as long as disability has existed.
Reblog this. Parents younger than me need to read it now.
The thing about trans women that people don’t talk about enough is the voice problem. Many of us are afraid to admit it, but there’s something incredibly degrading about being expected to alter the way we use our voice around people.
Really, like, the way that trans women are taught and expected to speak is incredibly tedious, unnatural, and obviously forced to the ear of any speech pathologist. So the “solution” is for us to go “full-time” and essentially ditch the voice that comes naturally.
It isn’t right, but there’s no winning in either case. People will misgender you if you speak naturally, and if you do try to use your “feminized” voice you’re honestly putting yourself at risk of violence, and how the fuck am I supposed to feel confident when knowing full well that the sounds coming out of me aren’t genuine or convincing to anyone?
This is a serious fucking problem that doesn’t get addressed. Trans women are expected to find services and often pay absurd sums of money to get training or “therapy” for the voice, but all you are really doing is practicing the art of speaking in a submissive and stereotyped voice. Enter radfems, who would then use this as a weapon against us, claiming that we are perpetuating *ppfffpffpfafbloobpblboooblbllblblpp* by using our voices in a way that makes us feel safe.
But, unless you’re the lucky 5-10% of trans women who can pass even after speaking, that safety is not only unlikely, but more often than not people are going to look at you with disgust and of course you know what happens once you’re outed.
Why should I have to talk like a fucking cartoon character? Cis women do NOT sound the way that these voice experts insist they do, because trans women have to speak primarily with a head tone, completely forgoing the chest and therefore removing the part of the sound that makes it sound like speaking and not fucking squealing.
If you care about trans women, expecting us to change our voices in order to pass as cis is fucking gross.
