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there should be a link to an 'about' page somewhere... pronoun she/her/herself, white, able-bodied, probably not neurotypical, spoonie, allosexual-ish, dyadic pretty trans, pretty gay, pretty queer

If you’re anything like me you’ve thought “it’s fucking ridiculous that pharmaceutical companies have control over production of estrogen so we have to either submit ourselves to cruel gatekeeping or import it through expensive and legally at-risk means. Wouldn’t it be great if we trans women could seize the means of hormone production and make our own estrogen and distribute it to each other without all the gatekeeping?”

It turns out @drcab1e has had similar thoughts and wrote this very simple guide to isolate estrogen from piss - more as an artistic statement than a practical guide (I’m not sure what the dangers are with this method), but it’s still a really cool thing.

Introduction
This is a guide that lets you make dangerous things at home. I believe you should have that ability, but I’m not responsible for what you do with it.
This is, at its core, a guide for self sufficiency. Think of it as a guide on how to grow food not useful in the day to day, but maybe something to experiment with one day, to keep in a drawer in case it gets bad.
This is foremost a practical guide to making estrogen, and it is seconderily an artistic intervention. Activism before art, always.
The means of production
What is the purpose for telling people how to make estrogen? Surely we have enough access to it already, through “legitimate” means such as the GIC, or “grey market”, the legal-but-frowned-upon net-works that get us our meds when the GIC decides we’re not heteronormative enough for them.
The short answer is that this measure isn’t- for now. This measure is for what’s next. This methdology, while semi-practical, is a starting point, not an ending point.
This guide points the direction, towards community reclamation of the means of production of our genders. And not just the genders of trans women - estrogen shapes the lives of cis women as much as it shapes our lives - birth control, menopausal depression, and a thousand other conditions.
The capacity to localise gender control is a tide that will raise all boats.
This guide has implicit cases where it might be used- blockades, state crackdowns, those living without access to post or the internet.
But it’s designed to open the possibilities, not close them. Access to this knowledge allows us to begin thinking about what what women marginalised by their transness can do to seize control of their own lives, and organise outside of the infrastructures and systems of the state.
This guide is not in itself an end to the biopolitical control of trans womens lives, but it might be the beginning of the end.
What comes next is up to you, in your community, your family, your activist meetings.
There’s work to be done on how to decolonise this work- the history of hormone therapy is a history of Black, Brown and Jewish bodies, from Nazi Germany to Puerto Rico, and I do not pretend to be able to talk to this.
If I can help, with any struggle, let me know. Go and make something weird, that works for you, that gives you autonomy and freedom, that’s hyper-focused to your lives and habits. I know I’ll be doing that.

The method described is:

  • mix 3l urine with 2l butanol
  • allow to separate for about six hours
  • siphon away the upper, mostly-butanol layer and discard
  • pour 330(unit?) sodium hydroxide into the remaining liquid
  • allow a solid to precipitate out of the mixture
  • siphon away the remaining liquid
  • boil away the liquid

resulting in about 0.7g of powder that’s 96% estrogen by weight.

I’m not a chemist, I don’t know how many ways you could fuck this up and make actual poison, so like as the leaflet says:

Please note that while this estrogen is theoretically safe to consume, it is far easier, safer and cheaper to use a more traditional, established methodology. For more information, please consult: downwithcis.org

(sadly downwithcis.org points to a now dead tumblr)

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bloodthreadsaltglassandtears

I don’t recommend this. Like, really really don’t.

I am not a chemist, but I can tell you the following: “Estrogen” is not one substance, there are many estrogens, and they change forms while being metabolized, meaning that what you pe out isn’t the same as what you took in.

If you’re on typical transfeminine HRT regimens you’re PROBABLY taking estradiol, which chemically-converts into the significantly-weaker estrone (a carcinogen that can make you violently sick and isn’t recommended for human consumpotion on the grounds it’s dangerous) and estriol (not so bad, but not as general-purpose effective as estradiol).

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canonicalmomentum

I’m definitely going to ask @drcab1e about the details of the reactions here and what estrogens this method produces when she’s up tomorrow

It’s been absolutely ages since I did chemistry that I’ve probably forgotten most of what I did. I thought that the point of the sodium hydroxide reaction was to reduce estrone to estradiol, but I’m not certain anymore. Estrone and estradiol differ only in that estrone has a C=O group where (17β)-estradiol has a C-OH group; going from estrone to estradiol is reduction. But NaOH is a base, not a reducing agent. And I don’t know what relevance the butanol has.

I trust Ada enough to expect that she would do the research. But I will ask her to provide more info.

moreover, isn’t this just isolating the estrogen (or whatever form of something to which estrogen gets converted that is eventually excreted) in your urine, rather than synthesising it? i.e. this is only going to work if you have estrogen (or estrogen by-products) already in your urine. i.e. if you are already taking HRT.

a similar method *might* make your stash last longer. but as mentioned above: there are so many things that could go wrong here.

The French state is committing legalised sexual assault in public, in broad daylight, and calling it freedom.

What’s happening in France now is so disgusting I’m almost lost for words. But for anyone who is shocked at this behaviour, who wonders how the French state can do this and still call itself liberal, indeed commit these acts of assault in the name of liberalism, I would respond that the French authorities are being truer than ever to the European liberal legacy, which was always racist, always tied up with the colonial project, always demeaning, dehumanising, sexist, classist. But even so - call me naive, but I did not expect to see in the 21st century French policemen forcing women to strip in public, under the threat of legal punishment simply for wearing clothes that cover the whole body.

This afternoon I went and sat on the beach for an hour (in the south of England). Wearing an ankle-length dress (underneath which one could potentially hide several firearms or explosive devices), a long-sleeved cardigan, and a (tacky) sunhat (with a kangaroo on it). It was around 30 degrees and sunny. When it’s sunny and hot, I prefer to cover up, as I don’t want to get burnt. But also, I’m not comfortable showing a lot of bare skin in public anymore. Maybe it’s part of getting older, I don’t know. I just prefer my arms and legs to be covered. That’s a personal, private choice. As it should be. I don’t give a fuck about the arms and legs of other people. I couldn’t care less if everyone else on that beach was completely naked. As I sat there, I thought about what the French authorities are doing to women. Well, not all women. Women who do not fit the Western norm, that is the always sexualised woman who dresses to please the male gaze. So liberal. So empowered. Anyway, it was difficult not to think about this, when sitting there, fully clothed, surrounded by people with very varying degrees of clothing: some with more clothes than me, some with only a few sewn-together triangles of fabric. I tried to imagine male officers patrolling the beach, stopping to tell some women to take their clothes off. Telling me to take my clothes off. There is a strong and immediate association here with prisons and labour camps and concentration camps, with total power over the bodies of others. I shuddered and felt cold, despite the sweltering heat. 

And yet, had I been sitting on a beach in the south of France, in an ankle-length skirt, long-sleeved cardigan, and an old sunhat from the Grampians national park in Australia, I would, presumably, not have been forced to strip. Even if I’d been wearing a hooded wetsuit I probably wouldn’t have been forced to strip, unless the wetsuit was mistaken for a burkini. Which of course would never happen since there is no similarity between the two whatsoever. 

Q: What’s the difference between a wetsuit and a burkini? A: European racism.

As others have pointed out, this is about both race and class, as well as gender. All are significant factors here, which need to be identified, critiqued, called out. But it’s important to remember how central sex is to all three, in many ways it’s what ties them together. The European neocolonial project is a project of modernity, with biologised sex and sexualisation of bodies at its core. As I’ve argued elsewhere, the biggest threat to modern patriarchy is not the overly sexual woman (the wild exotic other, or the promiscuous madwoman, or the whore) but the woman who does not fit the stereotype for what is “female” and sexual in a Western heteronormative context. It follows from this that the exotic other is not so exotic if the white European male cannot see her body at all. The female body completely covered is not sexualised enough, but conversely neither is the female body completely naked - or rather, the latter is the wrong kind of sexual: ungroomed, offensive, unapologetic, much like female body hair is offensive and unapologetic. That is a huge factor in the policing of women’s clothing, whether to cover them up or undress them - the aim is for the female body to always suggest the promise of sex to the heterosexual male. 

Earlier today, before sitting on the beach fully dressed, I was walking down the street fully dressed (minus tacky sunhat), and passed two men walking in the opposite direction, both of whom were shirtless. And I thought (as I always do when I see men with bare upper bodies in public), if I took off my top and bra and walked down the street, best case scenario people would stare and laugh and men would shout things after me, worst case scenario I’d get sectioned or arrested.

This is not the most coherent or eloquent post, just the thoughts that emerged today. Seeing the images of male French police officers standing over a woman, forcing her to undress or face legal ramifications, it’s hard to express, to put words to, all the things I’m feeling and thinking. This is an overt and extreme manifestation of the violence and oppression always present in the white, European, male, Christian colonial project. Calling it hypocritical is not just the understatement of the century, it’s also untrue. It’s not hypocritical, it’s consistent with the ideology it represents. And it is disgusting, horrific, offensive. 

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canonicalmomentum

Thank you, it’s good to have numbers on this!

Pellegrino’s Valkyrie is the only design I know of to have a solution for the problem of cosmic dust, while travelling at much higher relativistic speeds. I talked about it quite a bit in this post.

have you not read Arthur C. Clarke’s “The Songs of Distant Earth”? it features a spacecraft with a dust shield made of huge slabs of ice.

cw for ridiculous amounts of het, and I vaguely remember there may be hints of incest in there

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Partner has gone nonverbal, what do I do? (info)

So I am one of the unfortunate souls who goes nonverbal whenever I get severely stressed out and/or self-loathing (because I think I screwed something up between me and my partner)
SO,
To help others out  who have possibly had this issue (or have a partner who have this issue), here’s some tips that might help you!
  1. BE PATIENT! Give them time to formulate words. Give them time to ground themselves. Don’t get mad at them if it’s only a 1-5 word response, and/or they stutter. They are TRYING to speak to you, but their anxiety is preventing them.
  2. Ask questions that will be simple “yes” or “no” answers. This requires precision with your words (for example: “ Do you want me to hug you? Do you want me to put a blanket around you?”).
  3. Offer them a notepad with writing utensil. If they can’t speak for whatever reason, they might be able to write down what is on their mind. There are some applications out there that helps individuals who are nonverbal
  4. Give them something cold to hold that has texture (such as an orange).This can help ground the individual and bring them back to reality.
  5. After the incident, offer to talk about it in a safe, comfortable setting. Your partner might be able to better talk about the specific incident after the incident has taken place. They will have had time to process what had happened. 
  6.  Take them out of the stressful environment. If there is something (or someone) in the room stressing them out, offer to remove it. Be specific with your questions. This might help them be able to form words again.
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giveitawideberth
WOW YES

Oh, thank you! This is very, very helpful. This happens to me, far more often than I would like, particularly because I make a living writing. It just sucks. This post is already excellent, but let me just add/confirm/elaborate a couple things:

  • Going nonverbal is one of the most frustrating things in the world, and we absolutely would love to come out of it, right now. You know the feeling of having a word on the tip of your tongue, but not, for the life of you, knowing exactly what it is and how to use it in a sentence, much less speak it? It’s like that, but with all words, ever. Combined sometimes with physical paralysis, and… whatever other extreme emotional/physical distress we’re already feeling. It’s terrifying and it sucks, and we really, really, really cannot just snap out of it, or make it go any faster. Believe me… nobody wants to more than us.
  • Asking what we need is super important. Everyone’s needs are different. Some people need space. Some people need reassuring touch. Please don’t assume what one person needs will be the same for everyone else.
  • A lot of different things can cause someone to go nonverbal. Stress/pain is a big one for me… but oddly, any kind of powerful emotion. Even good feelings can sort of knock me into that place. It’s a very strange thing, to be feel so deeply happy or moved that this is the result, but it does happen.
  • You can go nonverbal with writing too. Which is particularly frustrating for me, because I communicate through IM/the internet a lot… it’s not just speech. I ‘lose words’ when typing too. Sometimes writing things down might not help entirely either. (Though I always have an easier time here; you might too.) Again, people are individuals.
  • Like I said above, going nonverbal is frightening. I feel extremely fragile and easily disoriented and overwhelmed. Feeling judged, strange, or seen as incompetent makes me feel even more uncomfortable than the condition itself. And feeling this exposed, vulnerable and paralyzed can be embarrassing as hell. It’s frustrating, and I hate people seeing me like this.Please understand that your partner or friend might not want to talk about it, and will definitely not want anyone they don’t deeply trust to see them nonverbal either. If I trust you enough to even try to interact with you when I’m in this state… I trust you a great deal. Please don’t betray that. Keep us safe.

Thank you again for this. <3

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runningfromomelas

Also, because of internalized stuff, going nonverbal can be really embarrassing, especially if we’re around people we don’t know or trust.

New Year’s Day 2017

World: *wakes up* “Wow, 2015 was terrible. Let’s hope this year is better.”

World: *looks at calendar* “Wait. What happened to 2016?”

History: “Trust me. It’s better this way.”

So basically what we have here is a gritty reboot of sissy fetish porn

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goatwishes

The setting California sun trickles through the blinds into the dark corner office. Flik Pitchmin, movie pitch man, closes the workday in his usual ritual, half asleep, splayed over the Aeron chair like a broken marionette. Deviantart.com. One hand on the mouse, one hand slowly tracing its way downw– Jaw drops, eyes open wide. The mouse hits the floor as he scrambles over his desk to the phone. “Frances, get me the King of Hollywood,” he says, straightening his tie and re-buttoning his trousers. “We’re gonna make millions.”

where the hell do *I* get tricked into GRS?!! sign me up!

presumably they have some oogiebob that does all the hair removal during the operation

and if they’ll give me free breast implants, so much the better!

[image: screenshot of text from this Daily Dot article (http://www.dailydot.com/irl/reassignment-film-michelle-rodriguez-forced-gender-surgery/) about the, uh, film (Re)Assignment.

“Back when it was first announced in the fall, the new Michelle Rodriguez star vehicle was called Tomboy. Now titled (Re)Assignment, the film positions Rodriguez as male hitman Frank Kitchen, who is tricked into undergoing gender reassignment surgery by a "rogue doctor" (Sigourney Weaver) who turns him into a woman. After the apparently violent surgery, the newly female Kitchen goes on a hunt for revenge.“]

Social skills: noticing when repetition is communication

So there’s this dynamic:

Autistic person: The door is open!

Other person: I *know* that. It’s hot in here.

Autistic person: The door is open!

Other person: I already explained to you that it’s hot in here!

Autistic person: The door is open!

Other person: Why do you have to repeat things all the time?!

Often when this happens, what’s really going on is that the autistic person is trying to communicate something, and they’re not being understood. The other person things that they are understanding and responding, and that the autistic person is just repeating the same thing over and over either for no reason or because they are being stubborn and inflexible and obnoxious and pushy.

When what’s really happening is that the autistic person is not being understood, and they are communicating using the words they have. There’s a NT social expectation that if people aren’t being understood, they should change their words and explain things differently. Sometimes autistic people aren’t capable of doing this without help.

So, if this is happening, assume it’s communication and try to figure out what’s being communicated. If you’re the one with more words, and you want the communication to happen in words, then you have to provide words that make communication possible. For example:

Other person: Do you want the door to be closed, or are you saying something else?

Autistic person: Something else

Other person: Do you want to show me something outside, or something else?

Autistic person: Something else

Other person: Are you worried about something that might happen, or something else?

Autistic person: Worried

Other person: Are you worried that something will come in, or that something will go out?

Autistic person: Baby

Other person: She’s in her crib, and the baby gate is up. Is that ok, or is there still a problem?

Autistic person: ok

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darziel

Holy fuck.

This changes everything.

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littlelionheartedavatar

*leaves for reference*

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painfulwonder

I babysat an autistic kid for a few years, it’s hard to understand how their brain works sometimes but when you click, everything pays off. patience and love, my friends.

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kelcid

As an autistic person with a larger vocabulary than before, I can 710% vouch for this. Sometimes I STILL have trouble with words.

My website isn’t working right now, so I figured I would post these sketches here first.

These are development sketches for a comic idea I’ve been writing. It’s the story of Riley, an autistic girl hunting down the cyborg who killed her father in a place colonized by aliens.

…Still a work in progress.

BuzzFeed Plagiarized My Short Film About My Experience With Mental Illness

I originally tried to get an article about what happened published but no one would help me to share my story so here’s what happened:

As many of you know, I’m a filmmaker and undergraduate film student and like any other nineteen-year-old Internet user, I loved BuzzFeed Video. Note the past tense. I used to drool over the idea of making videos for such a massive and millennial oriented website. So when I met a BuzzFeed Video recruiter at my university’s Cinematic Arts Career Week this March I jumped on the opportunity. After showing the recruiter my resume he urged me to apply online for their “Summer Video Internship” at BuzzFeed’s headquarters in LA. I went back to my dorm and applied the same day. The simple online application asked for a link to my “creative samples/portfolio” so linked them to my best short film,  “The Diagnosis” that I made and posted on YouTube in 2013. “The Diagnosis” got me into film school and even won Best Student Film at the Clifton Film Festival and I felt confident it would help me to stand out. 

About a week after I applied, I received an email from BuzzFeed that I did not get the internship. Though initially disappointed, moved on and I accepted internships at two other production companies instead, completely forgetting about my BuzzFeed application. Until on June 8th an actor from “The Diagnosis” posted the BuzzFeed video “If Physical Health Problems Were Treated Like Mental Health Problems” on my Facebook wall and joked that I had made the same video 2 years ago. As I watched the video, posted on BuzzFeedYellow’s YouTube on May 23rd, my stomach sank. BuzzFeed Video blatantly plagiarized of the concept and content of my film “The Diagnosis.” See below for comparison:

I may not be the first person to point out the stigma attached to mental health and its contrast to the way physical health gets treated, but BuzzFeed created this video suspiciously close to when they reviewed my film for their intern position. Ordinarily I would feel thrilled that such an influential company addressed the topic of mental health stigma, but when I dreamed about seeing my film go viral on the front page of BuzzFeed I never imagined it would be through plagiarism. When I shared this film with BuzzFeed I never authorized them to use or copy my original creative property. 

Because I applied to work there, BuzzFeed could have easily asked for my permission and/or provided credit where credit is due. But instead they took advantage of a naïve student filmmaker with a flimsy YouTube Creative Commons License and no money for lawyers. After all, why would BuzzFeed hire or pay the creator of content they wanted to use when they could steal it for free? BuzzFeed gets to profit off of this intellectual property violation and I am not the first content creator who had BuzzFeed steal their work without acknowledgement. 

Unlike BuzzFeed, I never made “The Diagnosis” to make money. I made my short film with a budget of zero dollars and zero cents, and then released it for free on YouTube so that the message could access the audience I felt it deserved. Worst of all, I made “The Diagnosis” about my deeply personal struggle with shame and stigma when I was first diagnosed with depression. My short film became a way for me to process and cope, as I based the characters and dialogue off of real people and conversations from my life. For BuzzFeed to cheapen my experience by stuffing my original film into their repetitive video formula and stamping their logo on it is not just plagiarism or taking advantage of a student, it’s extremely disrespectful. But if I have learned anything from my experience with mental health stigma, it has been not to let anyone silence me. Not even my former-favorite website. 

trans people are like hobbits

me: well I am going through puberty
Cis person: puberty? Didnt you already go through that?
Me: that was first puberty. This is second puberty
Cis person: second puberty?
Other trans person: I don't think they know about second puberty
This is honestly my favorite Thor moment. He has no idea what that thing is, where he is, what’s going on, but he’s eating pancakes, and the chick with the taser is pointing another electrical thing at him and there are faces on books, but he’s eating pancakes, and yea he’s knows he’s sexy, so yea, he’ll smile.
#Thor doesn’t get enough love #he’s like this huge handsome teddy bear with long lucious locks of golden hair #and he’s sweet and courteous and would tell you bedtime stories about the nine realms
he doesnt even know what a camera is guys, he just smiles on command
I kind of love Asgardians. Most people would be kind of miffed that someone hit them with a car twice and tasered them. He’s just like “SHE HAS BESTED ME IN COMBAT! LET US FEAST TOGETHER!” and I can really get behind that.
Reason #1.450 why I love Thor.

I would.

Marvel Thor or actual deity Thor.  Makes no difference.

No one wants to be the person who is made fun of for caring too much about something, who treats in earnest a situation that everyone else considers absurd. Even in personal relationships, feeling too heavily invested while simultaneously understanding that the other person couldn’t be more detached is one of the most profound feelings of embarrassment we can experience. Because it isn’t simply the embarrassment of making a mistake or a poor choice, it’s a shame over the kind of human being you are and how you see the world around you. To be shamed for your sincerity is to be reminded that you are dependent on something which is not dependent on you — that you are, once again, vulnerable.
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