his ass is NOT getting away from the sound of the woman that loved him 😂
interesting how transmascs & transfems alike think losing weight is the answer to pass as our chosen gender.... almost as if fat people are never Truly afforded a passing gender regardless of trans status. as fat people we are never Truly seen as Men or Women. anyway fuck that notion & if u think u need to lose weight to pass that's the devil talking
i'd also like to point out that this is a problem with people seeking to present androgynously. even androgyny must be skinny in the eyes of the world. in order to even be a person outside of gender, you mustn't be fat
i want fat nb folks to know that you aren't any less of a person or any less androgynous for being fat
My friend Rita has been harassed by TERFs, and bullied by Tumblr staff for the better half of a year now. Afew hours ago they nuked her off the website after threatening her with the FBI
the "threat of violence" in question:
Rita's name has been dragged in the mud and the literal CEO of tumblr decided to join in too.
please consider helping her out. she's a disabled sex worker just trying to get by and anything you give would go a long way.
paypal / cashapp: £MoiraHopz
My redesign hot take is that if you’re aiming to “desexualize” a female character, don’t make her boobs smaller. You’re implying a lot here.
you have to stay alive. you're going to be such a beautiful middle aged freak. young freaks will see you in the street and know that things can be okay.
being mutuals isn’t enough I wanna sit in the bathroom while you shower so we can talk
what's so striking to me about younger queer generations rn isn't the lack of knowledge about queer history, but the complete unwillingness to engage with it, when confronted with an identity or history they haven't heard of before they react with disgust rather than curiosity. (for example) instead of asking where the leather pride flag came from and what the leather community is and represents they immediately question the need for something like that to exist, not even willing to listen and learn from both elders and peers. this is also more broadly a problem in leftist spaces in general, being reactionary is somehow the default now, and anything that's different or unknown must be an attack and bad. really hoping y'all manage to grow out of this deeply conservative way of interacting with the world.
he's fighting a beautiful buff lady. her shirt gets ripped and she's left in her slutty little tank top. "come on," you think. "why is the woman always wearing sexier things than her male counterparts." but fear not. now HE takes off his shirt and he's left in HIS slutty little tank top. equality. and then they kiss
teaching yourself how to deal with mildly annoying inconveniences is imo an essential part of treating the disabled people around you with compassion and no i'm not kidding
sometimes you have to share a public space with someone who has loud verbal tics. sometimes a chronically ill friend will have to cancel plans because of a flare up even if you were really looking forward to hanging out with them. sometimes an autistic person will talk over you or interrupt you because they missed a particular cue. sometimes people who struggle to take care of themselves will smell bad. sometimes people with intellectual disabilities will need you to give them more detailed, patient instructions, even if it seems simple to you. sometimes you will need to give up your seat on the bus for a physically disabled person even if you don't want to move.
accommodating disabled people is not always easy or comfortable; being an ally means doing it anyway.
*Not doylist, watsonian.
because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.
you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.
you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.
don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.
if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.
you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:
how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!
aren't you happy yet?
"love every trans woman you meet" means EVERY trans woman not just the cool and funny and hot ones
yes, love the trans women who are 3 years on hrt and shitpost on tumblr about gay sex, but also love the trans women who don't fit that mould. love the 37yo trans women whose eggs just cracked after decades of ignoring it. love trans women of color. love the trans girls still in high school who have to clear their browser history every night because of their parents. love trans women who dress like someone's mom instead of a badass punk. love trans women who can't fully transition the way they want to, whether that be no HRT access or costly surgeries or pre-existing conditions. love the trans women who are still closeted. love trans women who are fat. love trans women who are hairy. love trans women whose only connection to the trans community is like, r/egg_irl and their blahaj plushie. love trans women who don't want to have sex or be sexual in any way. love trans women who are parents. love trans women who are sex workers. love trans women who are out to some but not for others. love trans women who need your company to feel safe going to the toilet. love every. single. trans. woman. you. meet. no fucking exceptions. if you don't, it's already too late.
I'm not done yet. love the trans women who are disabled. love trans women with chronic pain and illnesses. love trans women who need painkillers almost every day and take a fuckton of meds, HRT or otherwise. love intersex trans women. love black trans women. love brown trans women. love trans women who are ostracized from their communities for whatever reason they thought was enough to kick a trans woman out. love trans women who want to pass and love trans women who don't. love trans women who don't want to reclaim slurs for themselves because they're still dealing with shit from being called them. love trans women who haven't met other queer people IRL yet for whatever reason. love trans women who aren't confident enough to go out on their own to the club or the gay bar or the pride parade. love trans women who don't know all the latest lgbt discourse terminology. love trans women with chests flatter than a board and an ass that makes hank hill look thick. love trans women who don't look like your usual perception of "trans woman". love trans women who use unusual pronouns. love trans women with schizophrenia, with NPD, with any various disorders. love trans women who can't find community with other trans women. love trans women no matter what
a fat girl is a little like jazz. awesome
Anon said: This one may be stupid but mine color change so I never know
Feel free to tag your eye colour!