Budgett’s Frog (Lepidobatrachus laevis), family Ceratophryidae, Chaco Region, found in the Gran Chaco region of South America (Paraguay, Bolivia, and Argentina)
photograph by Ciencia CON Ciencia
every trans kid is a blessing
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With, as @elodieunderglass pointed out, bonus narrowboat!
passages that make you whisper "oh my god"
You cannot consume your way into being a good person.
guessing game go, you might not know the exact species but you do know the general sort of thing involved here
the culprit:
NOT WHAT I WAS EXPECTING
Gripping you, biting you, screaming in your face as I bitch slap you back and forth: YOU ARE ALREADY TRANS!!! YOU ARE ALREADY GAY!!! YOU ARE ALREADY A QUEER TO THE OLD WORLD AND THIS ONE!!!! Why are you arguing, measuring, pissing at, putting down the experiences of those just like you!!!! You did not invent the word trans or lesbian or bisexual or gay or nonbinary or asexual. Not any fucking one of us has the right to determine or interrogate the experiences of those just fucking like us!!!
The state hates you now!!! They would have gathered to kill you in droves years ago if they weren't so secular that they would look at each other as enemies and plunge their nations right after offing us all.
The only two things your identity, your label, your fucking badge you slap on your bio are, are either a safe community or a death sentence; for no state on Earth accepts all of us.
Who gives a flying fucking if someone doesn't have sex at all, the state wants to force your gay ass to experience sexual assault by the opposite sex so you can 3D print more soldiers!!!!
Who gives a single living frothy shit if someone has multi gendered attraction going this way or that. You are a faggot in the eyes of every military on Earth ANYWAY!!
Who gives a hoot, a holler, an on-fire rats burnt ass if this trans person has an experience with gender different from your fundamentally??? Acknowledging you yourself are trans at all is admitting that all of this shit is made up and forced on all of us. Everyone on the fucking planet, cis, trans, intersex! Black white and brown!
If you are arguing with queer people as your core engagement of being a queer??? A beautiful word with rich history, wrought with sacrifice, community, chosen family in the face of real death.
Insane. Insane. What is happening? Uplift each other now or admit you're a complacent poser and a bad faith actor in the midst of real fucking activists and champions of change.
The people before us hurt within first. Changed within first and then they shared their messages for peace and love with the whole fucking world. They threw those bricks for kin.
Act like fucking kin!
A Qajar Tile Featuring The Virgin Mary and Child, late 19th Century [Qajar Period], possibly Isfahan, Persia, Iran, depicted in shades of green, blue and manganese on white ground amidst floral sprays, 23 x 32 cm, private collection, source: christies.com.
There’s this quiet pressure we carry—like we’re supposed to have it all figured out by a certain age. Go to school. Pick a path. Stick to it. Be successful. Be impressive. Be “on time.”
But what happens when life doesn’t follow the script?
That’s what I ran into during my first experience with college. I went in so sure of myself. I was majoring in criminal justice, planning to become a lawyer. I had it all mapped out—four years of undergrad, then law school, then a career. I was proud of having a plan. I wasn’t going to be one of those people who switched majors halfway through. That wasn’t going to be me… until it was.
By my second semester, something in me shifted. I realized: I don’t want this anymore. And I didn’t know what I wanted instead.
That unraveling felt like failure. Like shame. Like I was lost.
I had built so much of my identity around this idea of who I was supposed to become—and letting go of that felt like letting go of the version of me I thought would make everyone proud. But here’s the thing: the people who loved me weren’t disappointed in me for changing paths—they were only disappointed I hadn’t told them sooner.
That was such a turning point. To realize I had a support system who wanted me to chase my happiness—not theirs. That reminder helped shift everything. Because no one tells you this part: so many people change their paths. Over and over. And that’s okay.
When You Feel Behind
Even after stepping away from that path, the feeling of being behind lingered. I looked around and saw people my age who seemed so sure of themselves. They had careers. Direction. Clarity. And I felt like I was stuck at the start, questioning everything.
And that’s when the comparison set in.
You’ve probably heard the quote “Comparison is the thief of joy.” It is. Deeply. It strips away the beauty of your own timeline by convincing you you’re late. But here’s what I’ve realized: most people are just figuring it out as they go—even the ones who look put together on the outside.
Social media doesn’t show the confusion, the tears, the uncertainty. It just shows the highlight reel.
So if you’re in a space where you’re comparing your progress to someone else’s—pause. Come back to your path. Your timeline. Your story.
What Blooming Means to Me Now
Today, blooming feels like doing things because I want to—not because I feel pressured to “catch up.” It means allowing myself to grow, shift, pivot, and change, as many times as I need to.
It means doing things that light me up. Surrounding myself with what brings joy. Nourishing my mind so that ideas flow freely. And giving myself grace when things don’t happen as quickly as I hoped.
When I’m good mentally, I thrive creatively. I get clarity. I become more open to who I want to be. That’s what blooming feels like—it’s not about having it all figured out. It’s about having the space to become.
If You’re Feeling Behind… Read This
You are not late.
You haven’t missed your moment.
This isn’t a race—it’s your journey. Your process. Your path. And it doesn’t have to look like anyone else’s.
Give yourself permission to figure it out. To take your time. To shift. To start over. To try something completely new. And to believe—not just that you can do what you dream of—but that you will.
You are allowed to bloom in your own time.
Let’s Talk:
Have you ever felt like you were behind in life? What helped you shift your mindset or what are you still learning to let go of? Drop a comment, I’d love to hear from you! ☺️
Adventure cat
