A Million Things

Mohammed El-Kurd, Are we indeed all Palestinians?

Pills.

This is the absolute most accurate representation of how medication works for people most of the time. It doesn’t make the problem go away. It makes it tolerable so you can function.

Check you privilege every day

Reminds me of this:

I've always felt uneasy about wanting to get people to pay attention to the atrocities committed by Israel in Gaza by saying "if Israel isn't stopped, it's only a matter of time before it happens to you" because why not care even if this wasn't ever going to affect you personally

But seeing as how Israel had targeted a clearly marked vehicle of World Central Kitchen today, killing 4 of its staff operating in southern Gaza who are Australian, British and Polish - just goes to show these people again that Israel is setting precedent and making sure the world understands that it's not "violating international law", it is in fact changing the standard and setting the stage of what counts as a crime and what is permissible and can be done with complete impunity and no consequences.

y’all need therapy. not girlfriends

Or they need a girlfriend that doesn’t mind listening and trying to help them work through their shit and defeat their fucking demons without asking them to pour out their soul to a stranger who is only listening because it’s their job. That’s the kind of shit you do for the people you love.

your partner is not your therapist. listening to your partner is one thing, but it is not their responsibility to help you work through your shit. that is on you.

one more time.

your partner is not your therapist.

also if I may hop onto this, I REALLY hate when people try to spin “therapists only listen because it’s their job” as a BAD thing. can you imagine if we tried to apply that to literally any other profession?

“why take your phone into the store to get it fixed? they don’t care about you, they’re only doing their job.”

“I don’t want to order a pizza. they’re not making it for me out of the goodness of their hearts, they’re only doing it because it’s their job.”

“why didn’t you just have your girlfriend do that surgery instead of going to a stranger who only saved your life because it’s their job?”

it’s their job because they are better equipped to do it than the other people in your life. jesus christ. 

Someone who is TRAINED and SKILLED in any task absolutely SHOULD BE PAID FOR DOING THAT TASK. Get a damn therapist if you need one, don’t expect some woman to just miraculously know how to give you the tools to help yourself, and to do so for free to prove she loves you.

‘i support isreal’ you’re supporting a genocide.

‘they want peace.’ they’re destroying people’s only way of aid.

‘it was an accident’ they did it to other hospitals?

free palestine

If you’ve ever wondered how reposting hurts artists- yesterday I found a post from 2012ish featuring one of my Sherlock/Doctor Who pieces. That post had 17,604 notes. It wasn’t my post. My post of that art had 0 notes.

Apparently I saw the post once when it was at 6k because an artist I admired reblogged it, but at that stage I was very unwell & not experienced enough with Tumblr to realise what effect it might have.

Looking through the notes now I see that in the six years since then-

If you like an artwork that you find off tumblr, please, please I am begging you search for the artist’s name and see if they do actually have a Tumblr you could reblogged from instead. If you’re an artist search your username(s) every so often to see if your work has been taken.

A few hundred quid might not seem like a lot, but that’s a few months of income for me

Reblog, not repost

And for anyone new to Tumblr. Rebloging is when you hit the little button and add tags to a post you like. Reposting is making your own post and adding an image you didn’t make.

i genuinely hope that boop day inspires everyone to interact more with other tumblr users. because it’s clearly way more fun this way!! even once the boop button is gone, there’s still asks, tag and ask games, comments, dms, fuck it let’s bring back blog rates i don’t care. part of the reason that tumblr is dying is that its way less social than it used to be. let’s fix that!!

LGBT activists have been vocal about intersex issues for several decades, because establishing the legal right to bodily autonomy for intersex persons is basically inseparable from establishing the right of trans persons to that same legal autonomy over their own bodies. many intersex persons prefer not to be grouped together with LGBT causes; however, the vast majority of LGBT activists would agree that performing "corrective" surgery on intersex infants - to force them to adhere to a largely fictional gender binary - is pretty fucking evil.

[Image IDs: a series of tweets from #EndIntersexSurgery (@/ Pidgejen) reading: Anyways, let's start with what I thought I once knew about myself. When I was 18, I discovered I wasn't like other girls. My medical records read "male pseudo-hermaphrodite 46 XY" & other BS terminology that pathologized my healthy/beautiful intersex body.

I discovered then that I had been diagnosed with partial androgen insensitivity syndrome (PAIS); my XY body couldn't fully utilize androgens (like T) and so I developed mostly like a typical female person externally.

For me, this meant I had a somewhat "ambiguous" looking body (aka a non-binary body) and the doctors performed 3 unnecessary cosmetic surgeries to make me look more like a "normal girl"

(peanut emoji) gonadectomy (scissors emoji) Clitorectomy (kitchen knife emoji) vaginoplasty

Not to mention, they lied to me about All Of This and then forced me to take Premarin (a low does of estrogen made from extracting the hormone from a pregnant mare's urine (horse face emoji, crying face emoji)

Anyways, I got in touch with a new endocrinologist recently thanks to my therapist at @/ RuchMedical who suggested I see him.

He did something no other doctor had ever done. He asked me if he could see my medical records, all of them, and then took time to read of them.

He even reached out to other experts in his field when he was confused by something.

Wow, We love humility in medicine.

Anyways, he ended up suspecting something is up and that perhaps my PAIS diagnosis is wrong.

He then orders me a genetic (dna emoji) test. Thanks to covid it took almost half a year to get the results, but a month or so ago I got them back.

Turns out, I don't have PAIS. I actually have something else known as NR-5A1. Now this is big news mostly because 1. It supports my thesis that docs who deal with intersex kids don't know shit...

And 2. P/AIS intersex folks are believed to not be able to utilize androgens and wo we're often only given estrogen (never T), forcibly "feminized" with fucked up "cosmetic" surgeries, and forcibly assigned female.

Doing what they did to me was fucked up enough, but now realizing that they didn't even have the diagnosis right—and that I *can* utilize androgens—is fucking infuriated beyond belief.

We need to #EndIntersexSurgery y'all like yesterday. /End IDs]

Source

Source

Florida’s Republican Party spending its time stripping local government of its ability to enact heat protections for workers. Vile.

actually while we’re talking about this- mocking a bi woman for having a boyfriend when she should have a girlfriend isnt cool or funny or progressive its really annoying actually

Next thing to tackle - When looking at a definitely one-cis-man one-cis-woman couple and being told that it's a queer relationship, don't immediately assume that she's bi and he's the guest in the community.

the older i get and the closer i am to reaching 30, the more the people around me try to deny me my age. it’s a constant ‘oh you’re just turning 29 again teehee 🤭’ or ‘dont tell your SO that, he’ll leave you for a younger model 😉’ and i just???? hate it?????????

i spent my entire teenaged years fighting for my life. i crawled through the deepest pits of my depression to cling to the promise of a life beyond that pain. i was so convinced that i was going to die young, that i would never see the grace of my age starting with a 2, let alone 3.

so im going to turn 30, and there’s not a damn thing anyone can do to stop me from loving it.

this post was up for like five minutes and already im being told how wrong i am

fuck you, you can kiss my 30 year old ass

DOTTIE UNDERWOOD looking staring at PEGGY CARTER

The gayest shit I've ever seen

As someone raised in the South, I can confirm that this works every time.

I can confirm this as a fellow southerner.

Alternatives include:

"Well, I've bothered you enough for one night."

"Well, I've taken up enough of your time."

And

"Alright, I'll let you get back to it then."

As someone in the south-ish, I've never concidered others did not know of this strategy, but it's true. It's how I end almost every phone call?

Confirmed. "All right I'm gonna let you go" = I do not wish to talk anymore and neither of us have hard feelings about it.

British version: alright, I’ll let you get on now/ I’ll let you head off/ I won’t keep you any longer

The Midwestern version is "I'm gonna let you go now" and there's a 50/50% chance, in my experience, that it will actually end the conversation.

The Canadian version is "I should let you go."

Tumblr is doing some stupid AI shit so go to blog settings > Visibility > Prevent third-party sharing.

Yeeeeeeeeeehaw.

oh boy this is a great way to chase away literally everyone in the writeblr community who like to share their work 👍

but if there's one thing tumblr users are great at its fucking with companies that try to make money off them, and I'm very proud of that fact.

I mean...they are putting a seperate toggle on every single blog, not just by account, so if we were to leave a few side blogs with the wierdest gibberish ever...

So I’m a phlebotomist. And sometimes, I work at a site that is directly adjacent to an endocrinologist. Which means I see and take blood from a lot of folks that are trans, or nonbinary, or gender nonconforming.

Do you have any fucking idea how easy it is, in customer-service speak, to respect someone’s gender?

I mean, I’ve had super awkward situations where I have to say things like ‘I’m sorry, that name isn’t coming up in our system. Is there another name…“ And without fail they provide their deadname and I plug it in and I say ‘Ok, that came up, do you want me to fix that in our system?” And they say ‘Yes’ and then I ADD IT AS A SYNOMYMOUS NAME. Same as I would for someone recently married or divorced. The end.

I have never experienced a situation in which I have felt motivated to ask someone’s pronouns.

I have had situations in which I have thought to myself ‘I have no idea if this person is ‘sir’ or ‘ma'am’ and instead have gone ‘Next patient please?’ or ‘I can help who’s next’ or ‘I can help you now’ while looking directly at them.

I have had situations where I’ve gone ‘I’m like 90% certain that I’ve been given a record with this person’s deadname because this name does not match at all the gender presentation of the person I’m looking at’ And I say ‘Ok, can you spell your last name for me? Ok, spell your first name? And your date of birth?’

and then I quietly write ‘preferred name [the name they just spelled] on the top of thier record.

THIS IS NOT HARD.

And if this is not hard for me, as a person working in medicine who has to make certain that the person I’m talking to is the same person on the medical record that I’m looking up, how much easier must it be for, say, a barista who doesn’t give half a fuck who you are? I’ve BEEN a barista in the past. If a Barista is asking your pronouns, that person is an asshole.

This just gave me so much hope, thank you.