I Forget Badgers Are Real Sometimes, Like What Do You Mean Those Little Guys Are Real ??? Stripes And

reblog if you’re okay with people writing fanfics of your fanfics and/or fanfics inspired by your fanfics

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.

today is not my birthday

Filled him in and did two more

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 what i saw at my public library!! makes me insanely happy, lol!!! HAPPY AROMANTIC SPECTRUM AWARENESS WEEK!!!

this one middle-aged guy saw me take a picture of this, so he paused and looked as well!! guys, it made me happy that more people are gonna walk by the shelf and pick up a book to read and become more aware of our existence, lol!!

Recently discovered I'm demonkin and godkin, and it's quite funny to me. It's funny because I'm not in a religion where I even believe in demons. I do believe in gods, the Greek gods. Dunno, just find it a bit silly of me

Open to see what you get in 2024

loved

The entirety of the first episode of SpongeBob SquarePants lmao

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.