COURT UPDATE AMENDMENT

Here is the fundraiser I mentioned in my original court update post...it's a lot in a short amount of time so if you can't donate, I understand, just send me hugs and spread this. 💖

Here’s my submission for @species-whump-weekly alien week!!!

poor little slime boy :(

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suggested by anon!

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(not doing the tag list just in case but @brutal-nemesis here :D )

I haven't purchased a HP item in close to a decade - I use the books I already had as doorstops or to prop a laptop up for meetings nowadays.

There is NO "death of the author" with JK Rowling - she controls and continues to profit from her IP, and uses that money to fund hate groups.

COURT UPDATE AMENDMENT

Here is the fundraiser I mentioned in my original court update post...it's a lot in a short amount of time so if you can't donate, I understand, just send me hugs and spread this. 💖

I actually don’t mind that “dead dove” has become conversational shorthand for “fics with heavy themes where you REALLY need to pay attention to the warnings”. such is the nature of language. what i do mind is when people tag their actual fics with dead dove and then give no indication of what they’re actually warning about. that is useless. that helps no one. that is completely against the spirit of the meme. i will not be reading that

"unalive" should just mean the opposite of undead. if undead means a dead thing thats alive, unalive shuld mean an alive things thats dead. no i dont have any examples. ☝️yet

I think detaching disgust from morality is one of the keys to Chilling Out. You can find inner peace by being able to go "hm! Gross" and recognize if it's an actual problem or not. Cause if it's not an actual problem... it's not your problem 🙏 god bless

Do antis deserve an olympic gold medal in reaching, or do they purposefully miss the point of everything we say just so they can keep arguing?

We say: Fiction is not reality OR Fiction does not reflect/affect reality on a 1:1 basis

They hear: Fiction has never, can never, and will never have any effect on reality

We say: Censorship is dangerous because it never stops with the "icky" subjects and is quickly used to target and silence queer people

They hear: Pedophilia is akin to being gay and should be part of the lgbt community

We say: Pedophilia isn't bad because it's gross, it's bad because it's causing harm to a real life human being

They hear: Pedophilia isn't bad OR Pedophilia isn't gross

We say: Let people ship what they want

They hear: I love abusing children and/or I want to fuck my brother

"A cishet person must have made this, no queer person would ever portray queerness in this way."

"This artist must be white."

"No SA victim would ever handle the subject in this way."

"No woman would ever write women like this."

"This creator is obviously neurotypical. Everyone with autism/ADHD/depression understands-"

Nope.

People who make these blanket statements are very frequently proven wrong when the creator comes out as a member of that group. And even when they aren't proven wrong, even in cases where the creator isn't from the group in question, actual members of the group who don't fit whatever arbitrary criteria are being expressed will see these statements and feel excluded and erased.

Not everyone in your group is going to share your experiences. No single individual gets to personally decide what does or doesn't count as a "valid" expression of trauma or being part of a particular group, and creators are also not obligated to out themselves in order to "prove" their validity.

If something doesn't resonate with you, all that means is that it doesn't resonate with you. You don't have to like it. But you don't get to decide what it means to someone else.

PSA CAN’T BELIEVE I’M POSTING THIS. STOP AI.

The first image is a prompt I posted on my prompt blog LAST YEAR.

The second image is from an application called c.ai. On MY post, a viewer commented, telling people that there’s a character with this very dialogue.

Mind you, NO ONE ASKED ME FOR PERMISSION. Though it wasn’t stolen word for word, this is very obviously taken from my prompt which I took the time to write and publish. This is MY writing, and though I share it publicly, that does not give anyone the right to make money off of it. I did NOT CONSENT TO MY PROMPT BEING USED IN AI.

I honestly am not even sure what action to take but please please please bring attention to this and reblog. We need to end AI and the act of stealing artists’ work. I can’t believe this.

It’s okay to still get sad about something you thought you���ve healed from.

Where’s the cure for missing him…

The fandom response to mulder and scully not being together is an interesting case study in rampant amatonormativity

details about crying that aren’t just about the tears

puffy, red-rimmed eyelids

hitching breaths or gasping for breath

feeling drained/exhausted after, like they’ve just run for miles

a headache building behind their eyes in anticipation for an ugly cry

feeling dehydrated and sick after

an explosive cry, where they lash out and hit something between hot, angry sobs

nose getting clogged and completely stuffed up

hiccuping

vividly red, bloodshot eyes

smothering a sound with a hand over their mouth or by biting down on something

the massive headache after

face feeling sticky, wet, and just overall gross

lips/hands/body trembling

trying to fight off or suppress another round of crying after a tentative calm

feel free to add on!

For the most part, my approach to prescribing hormones is “sure,” but I will note that the one thing I lean HARD on patients about is smoking. If you’re transgender, and you’re on hormones, the number one thing we want to protect is your cardiovascular health. That’s frankly the number one thing I want to protect in all my patients, but anyone taking exogenous hormones is at higher baseline risk. And the best thing you can do for your heart is DON’T SMOKE. It’s a bitch to quit, and I didn’t even smoke much or long before I quit in my late teens, and I STILL didn’t enjoy quitting and had smoking dreams for years. It’s harder to quit than just about anything else up to and including crack and heroin, and that’s coming from a patient of mine who recently passed in her early 60s who’d done all of those things—for years and years—but eventually was able to quit everything except smoking. And that killed her. She developed severe COPD and eventually called to say her blood oxygen saturation was dipping into the 70s, which is incompatible with life. She was lucid enough to decline medical care, including refusing to call 911 or go to the ER. A week later, after both I and one of our outreach nurses had contacted her to ask her to please go to the ER, I got a notification that she’d been found dead. She had been so frustrated that she wasn’t a candidate for a lung transplant.

One of my oldest trans patients is in her late 50s. She’s had blood clots that went to the lungs. Repeatedly. Smoking raises that risk. Estrogen raises that risk. She’s a veteran with PTSD; of course she smoked.

These aren’t theoretical. These are humans I’ve cared for over years of their lives. I have been rooting for them—my beloved former addict, who spoke without shame about her years of homelessness and drug use in the city; my queer elders, who are slowly trading in their motorcycles for power scooters. I want everyone to live their fullest, best life.

Smoking doesn’t fit into that. Please don’t smoke. I don’t want you to die like that—not now and not later. I want you to have the future that you may not be able to see yet, but exists.

Since I moved home as an out queer, word got out, and there’s a whole apartment complex of lesbians in their 60s to their 80s who come see me—sitting next to their wives in the office, nagging about blood pressure meds, tattling about not having gotten the shingles shot they said they would. To be clear, when I was growing up in town, I knew no lesbians. Not one. I knew one gay kid in my class, which eventually turned into two. We were it. To see these women living decades with their wives and being able to squabble like any couple in my office over who was supposed to bring their home blood pressure cuff in for us to check it… it means the world to me.