Do you ever forget that you have a gender to most people….. meaning that random people at the grocery store see me as a woman and not just a little internet guy

Just checking.... We all pronounce Miette like My-TAY in our heads, right?

I’ve been on tumblr for almost 13 years and I refuse to know what homestuck is about

Let us suppose that the "average" horse would have equal proportions of all these parts. The degree to which each part in this poll deviates from the "average" size (20% of total) will determine how large or small that part of our horse will be (i.e a horse with only 10% in Legs will have legs half the size of the average horse).

I will draw a picture of the horse we make!

Reading this short story about a dude who pretends to be a priest to get paid for an exorcism and

"You have to get the parents to leave the room so you can start the exorcism."

"If i were them, i wouldn't let my child alone with a priest 👁👁."

And I'm like Sir you are the funniest man in the room but also you're probably gonna get brutally murdered by that child.

thinking about how when you experience a lot of shame in your formative years (indirectly, directly, as abuse or just as an extant part of your environment) it becomes really difficult to be perceived by other people in general. the mere concept of someone watching me do anything, whether it's a totally normal activity or something unfamiliar of embarrassing, whether I'm working in an excel spreadsheet or being horny on main, it just makes my skin crawl and my brain turn to static because I cannot convince myself that it's okay to be seen and experienced. because to exist is to be ashamed and embarrassed of myself, whether I'm failing at something or not, because my instinctive reaction to anyone commenting on ANYTHING I'm doing is to crawl into a hole and die. it's such a bizarre and dehumanizing feeling to just not be able to exist without constantly thinking about how you are being Perceived. ceaseless watcher give me a god damn break.

i love how mercutio is shipped with like. every man. i see mercutio/benvolio, mercutio/romeo, mercutio/tybalt. man is so gay but no one can agree on who he's actually gay for.

Deutsches Tumblr Dashcon Bällebad bei Rewe...

The rise in extremely highly funded transphobic discourse and attacks in the last few years started very shortly after victories for same-sex marriage and abortion rights in various countries. I don't think it's even remotely a stretch to see it as a response to those victories.

I remember the absolute joy of a lot of trans women I was following on Twitter in 2019 when abortion was decriminalised in Northern Ireland. It was beautiful to see and utterly unsurprising.

I remember how much het and ace trans people have supported same-sex marriage, like, forever. <3

Transphobia is designed to split and break both the LGBTQIA+ rights movement *and* the women's rights movement, in order to weaken both. It's divide and conquer. One of the biggest fundraisers for both the anti-trans movement in the UK (who is also a significant donor to the Tory party...) is a mostly-former fiction writer who claims to be doing this for women but whose intense degree of internalised misogyny leaks between every line of everything she says and has written. That's not a coincidence.

Transphobia is intrinsically entwined with misogyny (and at minimum certain kinds of misandry), homophobia, biphobia, and acephobia. It's also pretty much always accompanied by racism, antisemitism, ageism, and ableism (internalised or lateral in some cases; still there). That's not a coincidence either.

The message? Well, don't be a transphobe, obviously. Don't give any money to that fucking mostly-ex-writer. But also beware of anything else that tries to create or increase divisions between us.

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Icon request: Non-binary Dickie Hoppenstedt

es ist zwar Monate her seit du das requested hast, aber hier ist nonbinary Dicki 😌

[ID: Dicki Hoppenstedt in front of the nonbinary pride flag. End ID]

Okay aber Caroline Peters in einem wlw Film 👀👀👀

So uh. For the first time in a good long while I got to crafting again, embroidery to be precise, and…

I think it's nice. Especially considering that I’ve been too afraid of the first stitch for half a year and just got over it today because a treasured and beloved mutual of mine got to pearl embroidery themselves.

It's a bit crooked, but my heart is in the right place, I'd like to think.

The plot structures of movies need to start taking more cues from classic opera. Open with fucker in a hat who directly addresses the audience and explains what's going on in a way that raises far more questions than it answers, then immediately drop the viewer into the middle of a shouting argument between three of the weirdest people you can possibly imagine.