Month: September 2018
A healthy relationship
PADS AND TAMPONS SHOULD BE FOR FREE REBLOG IF YOU AGREE
done:
me after 15 seconds of work: i just cant do this anymore
Ok but as a dysphoric trans man the whole ‘you need dysphoria to be trans’ actually baffles me because even tho I’ve always has crippling dysphoria, it didn’t actually help me figure out my gender at all. I usually dismissed my dysphoria as ‘internalized misogyny’ or just not being feminine enough, which actually just caused me worse dysphoria.
You know what made me figure out that I’m trans though? Gender euphoria. The minute I got called a ‘sir’ is the moment that I realized, “shit this feels right.” And at that point I realized that I could no longer deny the fact that I’m not a woman and that I couldn’t keep living as one.
Here’s a hot take: maybe being trans isn’t so much about how uncomfortable you can be in your AGAB, but rather how much more comfortable you can be.
I thought my dysphoria was with being a human and having a changing body. (Weird and extra yes but hear me out, I’m autistic and back in the days before being diagnosed, I just thought maybe I wasn’t supposed to be a human.) But along the way of growing to realize I’m autistic, I sort of figured out those two were separate. Coming to terms with being a person and what it means to exist in society left me no more comfortable with my body than before. Even so, I wouldn’t have put it down to dysphoria if I hadn’t noticed how fucking good it felt to wear a sports bra for the first time with no chest whatsoever. Yeah, you need to be shown what you can be to notice that this isn’t who you are.
i have HRE (hopeless romantic energy)
This was funnier in my head.
If this was funnier in your head I have no idea how you’re still alive because I’m fucking dying.
Kissing bunnies (Source: https://ift.tt/2xG8NOj)
Humans, for the most part, don’t have a clue. They don’t want one or
need one, either. They’re happy. They think they have a good bead on
things.
Men In Black (1997) | dir. Barry Sonnenfeld
A survivor drags a former concentration camp guard by the hair while American troops look on at the newly liberated Dora-Mittelbau concentration camp, April 1945.
Why do we never see these photos, only photos of helpless starving people? Why are Jews only depicted as helpless and sniveling? Why is despair the only Jewish emotion that gets shown, not anger or strength or determination or joy?
I want everyone to see this.

