a mother is singing her baby a lullaby for the first time, a shelter cat is going home with an excited family, a kid is starting the first pages of what will be their favorite book series, a couple in a long engagement is finally having their wedding, a gardener is stepping outside to see their produce flourishing and almost ready to be picked, a father is becoming a grandfather eager to hold his new little love, a teenager is putting the keys into their first car, someone is moving on from a break up and walking past a place they used to go with their ex without feeling an ache, a patient is taking their first steps forward after a long surgery, a child is getting all giddy with anticipation for their birthday party
because life all around us is beautiful even though there is chaos and sorrow that can often overshadow it.
lmao terfs are trying to argue on twitter they know for 100% sure without a chromosome test that they have XX chromosomes because “I carried a baby!!”
wait until they find out that not only can cis women be born with XY chromosomes but *gasp* chromosome disorders don’t always make you infertile!! 😱
anyway, as someone with a chromosome disorder, unless you have had a chromosome test, you can’t ID as “xx female”. bc that’s self identification and self identification is misogyny, right? 😌
people on here will answer 'what's your wizard name' or whatever posts with their birthday their mom's maiden name their middle name etc and then go 'asking me to say if i'm white on my blog is violating my privacy'.. girl
From the Spring 1997 issue of bisexual magazine "Anything That Moves" (plain text under the cut)
Not A Traitor, Not Weird, Just Happy
Greetings! Just when I was afraid that there was no intelligent life out there, I find Anything That Moves. What luck!
I adored "Bi Femme" by Leah Lilith Albrecht-Samarasinha; I think she and I are sisters under the skin! I am currently embroiled in a passionate relationship with a glorious drag queen, and I was really starting to feel as if I were the only bi-babe who got all sweaty over a guy in a frock.
I, too, have been called a traitor by my gay friends, and just plain weird by my straight friends, but how can you label "happy"? I steal his clothes, he steals mine... and we wear the same size skirt. What more is there?