Octiainyourpocket - A Deep-frozen Pocket-worm

I'd phrase it more this way: it is made to remind everyone (mostly white people) that being queer, trans, or nonbinary is in no way tied to being white. Ex. Trans is not white which means being trans is not tied in any way to the white skin color, which some people tend to *forget* about. And this post is to *remind* them.

Although this is just a different phrasing of the same thought, I don't disagree with you.

Also, it would be cool to see an ND version.

being gender nonconforming is great bc straight people think i'm edgy and intimidating but lgbt people see me and immediately think i'm friend shaped :)

PLEASE HELP TRANS WOMEN!!!!!!!!!

Shiro: Who hurt you?

Ariel: Do you want a list or what?

Shiro:

Shiro, grabbing her scythe: Yes. 

Quick tip

if you can’t manage a single night without your partner, you are unhealthily codependent

If you can’t manage an evening alone while your partner is out having fun, you are unhealthily codependent

The solution to this problem is not to prevent your partner from doing things but to get used to the idea that sometimes you have to be alone

Starfish the bed. Watch the worst movie ever. Take up painting. Knit. Masturbate. Enjoy your solo time.

PLEASE HELP TRANS WOMEN!!!!!!!!!

Story time:

In middle school biology, we did an experiment. We were given yams, which we would sprout in cups of water. We then had to make hypotheses about how the yams would grow, based on descriptions of yam plants in our books, and make notes of our observations as they grew.

Here’s what was supposed to happen: we were supposed to see that the actual growth of the plant did not resemble our hypotheses. We were then supposed to figure out that these were, in fact, sweet potatoes.

What actually happened was that every single student in every single class lied in their notes so that their observations perfectly matched their hypotheses. See, everyone assumed the mismatch meant they had done something wrong in the process of growing the plant or that they had misunderstood the dichotomous key or the plant identification terminology. And, thanks to the wonders of a public school education, everyone assumed the wrong results would get us a failing grade. We were trying to pass. We didn’t want to get bitched out by the teacher. Curiosity, learning, science - that had nothing to do with why we were sitting in that classroom. So we all lied.

The teacher was furious. She tried to fail every student, but the administration stepped in and told her she wasn’t allowed to because a 100% fail rate is recognized as a failure of the teacher, not the class. It wasn’t even her fault, really, though her being a notorious hard-ass didn’t help. It was a failure of the entire educational system.

So whenever I see crap like Elizabeth Holmes’s blood test scam or pharmaceutical trials which are unable to be replicated or industry-funded research that reaches wildly unscientific conclusions, I just remember those fucking sweet potatoes. I remember that curiosity dies when people are just trying to give their superiors the “right” answers, so they can get the grade, get the job, get the paycheck. It’s not about truth when it’s about paying rent. There’s no scientific integrity if you can’t control for human desperation.