im pretty tired and don't want to draw anything.... soo here's an homebrew meme
I love cats that have been/are raised by dogs SO MUCH.
WWE
The first time this happened I was so excited
Source
What can't trans women do?
Uhh, a few things.
Ah well, it's fine. It's nice having things in common with other people, it makes the world feel less isolating.
Speaking of which, thank you @bubbleverseart for joining me here, this was fun!
Also, there's a couple of you in the crowd who might notice something familiar about the comic itself. Good job if you figure out what it is.
Holy shit that Pandesouth person is *obsessed*. How do you make an entire tumblr blog cherry-picking the crazies (that might not even be actual trans people but cis folks faking it to make us look bad; this is the internet after all) from a given community and use it to hate and harass the whole community itself?! That’s insane.
You know how there are all those myths about how if a mortal sees the true form of one of the gods they can't take it and just disintegrate because it's too much power for them to comprehend?
That's my gender. Especially to cis people.
They’re so gay I love them
get kissed idiot
I mean Cuh-lear-lee
Reblog if trans men are REAL, VALID AND HANDSOME MEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS
Reblog if trans women are REAL, VALID, AND BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS
And finally, because it's a part of my argument for this point, and also because they are,
Reblog if nonbinary and genderqueer people in general, are REAL, VALID, AND GORGEOUS PEOPLE, NO MATTER HOW THEY PASS
Please.
If you consume fanfic on ao3 and are 18+ and American I need you to lock in and call your senators saying you oppose a federal porn ban. This would effectively ban ao3 and being queer in public, among many other things, due to the intentionally vague language of the bill. I’m counting on queer tumblr and fandom tumblr to help me get the word out that you have to call your senators
in case you're wondering what the greatest AMV of all time is, it's this one from 2008.
Damn, I wish I had grown up in a world that didn’t make discovering myself feel like unraveling some long-lost, forbidden love letter—one written in a language I was never meant to understand. A world that didn’t shove me into shadows, didn’t make my body a battlefield, didn’t make my desire to just be feel like rebellion.
But even with all that? I wouldn’t trade this for anything. I love being a trans woman. I love the way transfemininity is soft and untamed all at once, how we rewrite the rules of beauty, of power, of love. Even if I had been “cis,” I think I’d still be something a little wild, a little untethered—too fluid, too free, too full of aching, tender want to fit into the neat little boxes the world tried to fold me into.
And maybe I got here later than I wished, but I got here. And I didn’t do it alone. I’ve found hands to hold, lips to brush against mine, voices that whisper my name like it was always meant to be spoken this way. I’ve found love—not just for others, but for myself. And that? That’s something no world, no past, no regret could ever take from me.
Is there an update on this story? What happened to the bus driver? His wife?!
fondly remembering that time I was working as a cashier when I was 19-20 and my former bus driver and his wife came through. He says to me "Hey, you look familiar" and I reply "Yes, I was one of the bus kids you drove, specifically the one you screamed at and threatened to ban from the bus and make walk home because I was crying out in pain while the other kids were ripping huge chunks of hair out of my head but you did nothing about them." and his wife slowly looked at him like this
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