Tbh The First Step In Unlearning Shame For Yourself Is Learning How To Extend Dignity To Other People

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POV: mister Devon Price, PhD, telling me that I am right about everything

Source: Unmasking Autism, discovering the new faces of neurodiversity

When I say nonbinary people can look like anything I am aggressively including nonbinary people who have beards, body hair, and who are assumed to be cis guys, firstly because that’s also me and secondly because we’re always overlooked or subjected to cringe culture. Nonbinary doesn’t just mean skinny, pale and absent of gender signifiers.

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Im enjoying the longevity of tumblrs recontextualization style of humor. a seemingly innocuous post followed by like "posts that a gnome would make" or like "are you a phone"

I still think it’s objectively fucked how the world is built for morning people and if you wake up later than everyone else you’re seen as a malicious aberration of some sort. I am that but it’s not because I wake up at 11 fuck yourself

lying in a tree waiting for a good looking guy to walk underneath me so i can drop onto him claws out and drag him to my den for my cubs

Can a yuri lesbian and a yaoi lesbian truly be together?

Social identity branches out in all directions, like a fractal. You subdivide your traits and distinctions until a new set of niche descriptors satisfies your ever-growing urge for place. These are merely social shackles. They share the same genealogy that cis people share for the term 'heterosexual'. It's all a grift, a waste of your mental energy. You are self-ensnared by fictitious social-jargon, but it should mean nothing to you, truly. - When one realizes that it never ends, that the fractal is truly infinite, you make an active choice to abandon the search for the bottom, lest you risk drowning in its spiral. You could merely accept that you love yuri lesbians AND yaoi lesbians, that you love lesbians, that you love yaoi, it doesn't fucking matter. You simply love what you love.

Look at yourself in the mirror. is that a person who lives under the perfect categorical definition of any-one kind of person? You know it doesn't. So why do we believe that these niche terms help define our roles as human beings? Does it bring you comfort, having these self-appointed titles? Do you feel safe surrounded by people who call themselves the same things as you do? Or is it merely a glass shield protecting you from an intimidating truth: that you can be anyone, and do anything? Having that much freedom is scary, but it also means you're never beholden to the restrictive nature of category ever again.

Now consider: a man in a dress. Not in drag or all dressed up or anything. No accessories, no makeup or styling, just wearing the dress, some ratty boxers and muddy sneakers. No socks or stockings, hairy legs in the open air, just raw dogging those nasty shoes. Hair mildly damp. Visibly sleep-deprived. Bruises on shoulders, elbows and knees, left palm bleeding. Sitting on a curb on the street, shivering, looking wretched, and absolutely miserable.

I forgot where I was going with this.

Realistic crafting/survival sim where you have to do everything like that stone age technology guy. None of this "collect 20 clay and make a brick wall in ten minutes" bullshit. I'd value my half-decent stick and palm shelter if it took me a full in-game week to make it.