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See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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spacelazarwolf

Because of my eating disorder, my hair is falling out. I think about the horror of going bald—a permanent loss of vitality. I think about how it would destroy the feeble androgyny that is my only comfort in this body. I think about my grandmother, bald from cancer, and what that did to her. And I hear my proudly misandrist-identifying cisfemale friends making fun of bald men as if it were a shortcoming or decision of the men themselves. Bald men make them think of television pedophiles. Bald men remind them of self-indulgent authors and desperate improvisers. I see men on the train losing their hair, their youth, their options, and I feel for them. It’s not funny. It’s a dysmorphic nightmare for anyone. I don’t bother mentioning that I find the jokes unnecessary and insensitive. I know what the girls will say.

natashafromfallout

trans ppl shouldn’t have to out ourselves to not be on the receiving end of “all men are evil and dangerous and i have a right to lash out at them bc they’re my oppressors uwu.” and if ur wondering “then how am i supposed to know who’s my oppressor” consider this: individual human beings u randomly encounter on the street or in the grocery store aren’t ur oppressor. also if ur constantly analyzing the identity of everyone u come into contact with to decide whether or not u can treat them like shit bc u consider them an oppressor, u were probably gonna treat them like shit anyway.

But I know I am not straight, or cis, or a boy. I am nothing so simple as that. I am a girl who has been through a lot of shit and who has grown into symbiosis with her boy suit. But what else I know is that my point is my fucking point. Do I even want to convince someone who will only listen to me when they’re told by the rules that they have to see me as a girl?

Do I have to out myself to be treated like a person worth listening to? To stop my cis classmates laughing at someone who’s reckoned with the boundaries and the dimensions of masculinity and femininity in ways they never had to? With the life I’ve been living for all the years I’ve been living it—do I need their permission to speak?

https://medium.com/@jencoates/i-am-a-transwoman-i-am-in-the-closet-i-am-not-coming-out-4c2dd1907e42

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everyone, please, please read the whole essay (if/when you have time, energy, focus, etc)

it covers so much. has the perfect mix of story and argument. connects things so well

every person, and especially every progressive, should read it. and read it again a week later.

it says things that i’ve spent years wanting to yell at people. it says things that have changed me.

and it’s a really fucking good piece of writing


[cw for the essay: sexual assault (description, brief); transphobia (lots); liberal feminism (lots)]

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giovanni-bottesini
giovanni-bottesini

I love powerful quotes from unexpected sources as much as anyone on tumblr, but it saddens me when people are so surprised by statements from "random" people on the internet. I suppose the reputation of the entire literary world precedes all of us, but the role does not fall exclusively to famous politicians or bestselling authors. You would have written for a newspaper in the 1850s; edgar allan poe would publish online today. Tell me the day that our heroes became gods, because no aspect of the gift that is human expression is ever limited by the audience to whom you express yourself.

giovanni-bottesini
heritageposts

we need to go back to hating tumblr. no more hellsite (affectionate). don't even think of giving these clowns your money. if i see you with a checkmark next to your name i'm opening fire

heritageposts

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*sound of gun cocking* they can be disabled

heritageposts

tumblr's current business model isn't profitable and never will be and no amount of scolding from staff blogs or tumblr ad-free pay piggies is gonna fix that. don't let yourself be guilted into buying merch, badges or ad-free. you're throwing your money into a bottomless pit while the techbro ghouls running this website laugh about you at their next board meeting while applauding the shmucks coming up with new ideas on how to twitter- or tiktokify the website

''but tumblr needs to make money!!!''

if tumblr really wants its regular user onboard with keeping the website afloat then we should at least demand that they do the bare minimum in keeping the site functional. and right now, they're not even doing that. every change they've made lately has made the website/app worse. i should give my money to tumblr so what—they can make a more intrusive version of tumblr live? remove the chronical dashboard? come up with an even more transphobic way of doing content moderation? yeah, no thanks

i'm like 90% sure of this take
giovanni-bottesini
beemovieerotica

I know people on tumblr looove stories of underwater cave diving, but I haven't seen anyone talk about nitrogen narcosis aka "raptures of the deep"

basically when you want to get your advanced scuba certification (allowing you to go more than 60 feet deep) you have to undergo a very specific test: your instructor takes you down past the 60+ foot threshold, and she brings a little underwater white board with her.

she writes a very basic math problem on that board. 6 + 15. she shows it to you, and you have to solve it.

if you can solve it, you're good. that is the hardest part of the test.

because here's what happens: there is a subset of people, and we have no real idea why this happens only to them, who lose their minds at depth. they're not dying, they're not running out of oxygen, they just completely lose their sense of identity when deep in the sea.

a woman on a dive my instructor led once vanished during the course of the excursion. they were diving near this dropoff point, beyond which the depth exceeded 60 feet and he'd told them not to go down that way. the instructor made his way over to look for her and found a guy sitting at the edge of the dropoff (an underwater cliff situation) just staring down into the dark. the guy is okay, but he's at the threshold, spacing out, and mentally difficult to reach. they try to communicate, and finally the guy just points down into the dark, knowing he can't go down there, but he saw the woman go.

instructor is deep water certified and he goes down. he shines his light into the dark, down onto the seafloor which is at 90 feet below the surface. he sees the woman, her arms locked to her sides, moving like a fish, swimming furiously in circles in the pitch black.

she is hard to catch but he stops her and checks her remaining oxygen: she is almost out, on account of swimming a marathon for absolutely no reason. he is able to drag her back up, get her to a stable depth to decompress, and bring her to the surface safely.

when their masks are off and he finally asks her what happened, and why was she swimming like that, she says she fully, 100% believed she was a mermaid, had always been a mermaid, and something was hunting her in the dark 👍

elodieunderglass

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