In Judaism, faith is not acceptance but protest, against the world that is, in the name of the world that is not yet but ought to be. Faith lies not in the answer but the question – and the greater the human being, the more intense the question.
Rabbi Lord Jonathan Sacks zt"l, To Heal a Fractured World p.27
love transmasc/trans man lesbians so much and I’m so glad I’m part of a community that is full of them and super accepting but I’m afraid sometimes it’s so widespread in my friend groups and related circles that people start calling me butch and like, I’m not. just like before, it’s still the case that not every transmasc, even if they IDed we one before, feels comfortable with the lesbian label or identity. but it’s been multiple times now where people have referred to me as “butch” to my face. and I’m simply not one. never was. i’m so fag. hell you can call me a twink. but butch is not my gender, it’s not my way of expressing womanhood (bc im not one), and it’s not my way of expressing my masculinity either. being inclusive is so so awesome but can we CONTINUE TO TRY TO REFRAIN from referring to people as SPECIFIC IDENTITIES without ASKING THEM?
Torah ark curtain, Piatra-Neamţ, eastern Romania, 1901
There's a thing about pre-transition dissociation where like… every positive emotion feels thin and hollow, so living your life is completely based on removing pain rather than bringing in joy. There's no scales to balance, no assets to book against liabilities, just various misfortunes to avoid so you can distract yourself in a state of numb comfort. You ask yourself "would I be happier as a woman" and on one hand you picture all the difficulties, the effort, the prospect of being discriminated against (for being a woman or for being a tranny) and on the other hand you don't picture anything, and so you weigh those two hands up and go "haha yeah trans woman are cool and all but I'm sure I'm not one of them"
𝔍𝔞𝔠𝔬𝔟, 𝔴𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔩
commission for @jurassicash
hi yeah i know ive been on this medication for 8 years but i need-- yeah. yeah 3 more months please. I'll call you in 3 months to beg for 3 more months, thanks. Bye. Love you.
yeah there is a reason i didn’t use my old blog when coming back to tumblr but hey i am here and not 15 years old anymore wowza!
weighted blanket isn’t enough today, I need to be compressed into a .zip file