Dear Woman Outside My Motel Room With Yelling At Her Kid That Has Screaming Children:
Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop
PLEASE.
I am going to be sick or cry or set someone on fire if I have to keep hearing ts.
Some drawings from last night
When other people say they’re dizzy, they mean ‘phew! My equilibrium is a bit off! In a just a few moments I’ll be fine!’
When I say I’m dizzy, I mean something very different.
I mean that I can see black spots in my vision, and I can’t tell if this is going to be the time I pass out.
It means that the world is swimming underneath my feet, stretching and distorting like an obstacle course even when it’s just a straight, flat path.
It means there’s so much pressure in my head and not nearly enough.
It means that I can feel my heart speed up and beat harder, trying to adjust to the new gravity, just because I’ve shifted slightly.
It means I can feel the nausea rising in my stomach and the bile come up my throat.
It means that walking is a challenge. Getting a snack is a challenge, going to the bathroom is a challenge. Sitting up is a challenge.
So, when I say I’m dizzy, I’m trying to dumb it down so that you can understand a fraction of what I’m feeling. Not that I’m not feeling it. On good days, it’s a hindrance. On bad days it stops me doing anything. Stop telling me that ‘just being dizzy’ doesn’t make me ‘that disabled’. You barely know the half of it.
if all you transmascs don’t yet have a close transmasc friend to share dysphoria tips with, you need one.
this is non-negotiable.
you will have a transmasc friend in 2024.
while its true that aromanticism is separate from asexuality, we should remember that we are each others closest allies. dont let anyone separate us, the way terfs did to trans people and cis homosexuals. we are different, but we have a common goal; freedom to live as we do
I forget badgers are real sometimes, like what do you mean those little guys are real ??? Stripes and all?
(photo off Pinterest)
this is a real little fella? I'm gonna draw him
look, I'm very sex favorable. I even engage in the devils tango as an asexual. however, I get nauseous seeing so many naked bodies, and they are plastered all over the asexual tag. seriously. I get that people are just tossing every lgbt tag on their sexy posts for traction but maybe leave off the one literally about not feeling sexual attraction.
Just a thought. :)
How many more queer kids are gonna die before people give a shit? What are we supposed to do. Nex Benedict did fucking nothing wrong and they had their head bashed against the fucking floor. They just wanted to go home that day.