In Mesopotamia There Were No 'cover Letters' Or 'curriculum Vitaes'. There Were Just, Pots.

KEVIN

Oh how I WISH

THIS I didn’t know I was “different” until I was 13, and then I didn’t actually find out I was trans until I was about 14, I didn’t even find out I was aroace until this year. I was in a 2 year committed relationship and didn’t even realize I wasn’t feeling the romantic attraction until around the 2 1/2 year mark. Like boy how did I just never admit to myself and to my partner for 2 years that I didn’t like kissing. What.

hey shout out of recognition and validation to all the queer people who didn’t exhibit many queer behaviors or have queer many experiences when they were young!! shout out to trans women and trans men who didn’t feel bad about or uncomfortable with their AGAB when they were younger and didn’t gravitate toward the “opposite side of things”. shout out to nonbinary and genderfluid ppl who felt content with their AGAB all of their childhood or even teen years. shout out to lesbians who didn’t have any crushes on girls growing up and liked traditionally feminine things and shout out to gay men who didn’t have any crushes on boys growing up and liked traditionally masculine things. shout out to bi and pan and omni people who only had hetero attractions growing up. shout out to aros and aces who thought they experienced crushes or attraction or whatever while growing up and didn’t feel excluded by being surrounded by allo people. shout out to literally any queer people who didn’t “show the signs” growing up because that can make you feel invalidated or worried that you’re faking it and you shouldn’t feel worried about that! When we say that everyone’s journey and experience is different, that includes you!! Happy pride month <3

You pinned me!!!

mutuals to lie on the floor with

Reblog to give a trans woman a warm cup of soup

Under capitalism, we are all Malewives forced to Manipulate & Manwhore.

I now identify as a collectors item, please take care of me and put me in a small air tight box so the lead paint on my skin doesn’t kill you but you can still look at me and be proud of me for existing.

Hey so I need help proving my mom wrong, if you have a mental illness and you know about it, either being diagnosed or researching it yourself, please reblog this. She thinks mentally ill people don’t know that they are mentally ill.