forreal though not every trans or genderqueer person redacts their whole life once they realize their gender. the ‘i always knew i was a boy/girl, i was never ever the gender assigned to me at birth, not at all, not in any way’ narrative is very true for some people, but that story’s positioning as the only correct non-transphobic way to describe trans people’s lived experiences silences a lot of people who have very different (and less simple and convenient) journeys to their final identity.
some men were girls. some women were boys. that’s how they feel and it’s important to me that they’re respected for it and not scolded for telling the stories of their lives wrong just because other people can’t (or don’t want to) relate. there are so many different ways to grow up trans and to be trans, that someone’s life is always going to be totally alien to someone else, a total contradiction to their own experiences.
that should be okay. we should all be okay with it. no one narrative about any group of people should be the very definition of all of those people. activism needs to respect diversity of people’s lives, stories, and agency, or it’s just more useless shouting at people who have enough to fucking deal with already.
I got the Top 4.47% on this English Vocabulary test
Nudil jsem se...
Snad se líbí. Mějte se sluníčkově, hoši
when u are an asshole eldritch abomination origin but your friend/airbnb gets sad at the lack of scenery
almost every person i know bathes/showers in the evening while i do that in the morning, i’m curious which is more wide-spread so please reblog with tags saying if you take a shower/bathe in the morning or the evening
Vondruška, píše Záhadu zlaté štoly: Ota a Diviš svojí dovolenku v Praze tráví prolejzáním nevěstinců
Já: ty hlupáku. Ty absolutní idiote. Ota a Diviš se celej ten tejden plánujou zamykat ve svým pokoji a šoustat spolu jako králíci. Ty blbče.
rare footage from the prison pits
Writing your own stories is so fun because I look at my notes and I go
"My characters have been living on a handful of berries and a single rat they caught? I have been too generous."
And I cut their supplies in half.
Jon’s been having much darker thoughts recently. It started off as intrusive thoughts that he easily pushed aside, but progressively they got stronger. Now he’s standing over a body and the woman isn’t quite dead yet, but he can’t find the motivation to call for help. He’s never tasted fear so fresh before. It’s addicting.
He/him, history freak, plague enthusiast, digital and traditional artist
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