I’m trying to regain my love for artHe/Him🏳️⚧️19🏳️⚧️
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David Lynch
Laura Palmer
Frodo
trans masc Jesse Pinkman headcannon
Ethel Cain (character)
my cat Trudie and also my other cat Polly
Elmo
once again David Lynch!!
COOPER! COOP! THE PEOPLE DOWN AT THE BUREAU ARE ACCUSING YOU AND THE SHERIFF OF SOMETHING KNOWN AS DOOMED YAOI. YOURE FUJOING OUT THEYRE SAYING. NOW I STAND WITH YOU COOP I AM A BIT OF A FUJOSHI MYSELF BUT THEYRE NOT TOO HAPPY ABOUT THIS DOWN IN WASHINGTON.
Ah yes. “The Cowards They” phenomenon
they/them is not an all-inclusive pronoun that you can use to refer to anyone just because it is gender neutral.
the very basic sentiment of "don't misgender people" seems to go over even the heads of trans people and cis people alike when it comes to they/them pronouns.
not everyone wants to be called they/them. if someone strictly uses she/her or he/him or she/he or neopronouns etc. anything that is not they/them.... using they/them would still be misgendering. in the same way calling someone who doesn't use any other pronoun that pronoun would be misgendering.
You don't get a free pass to call people whatever pronouns you want to call them rather than the pronouns they use just because they them is a gender neutral pronoun.
also not all nonbinary people use strictly they/them pronouns or they/them pronouns at all.
i feel like this is very simple yet is misunderstood by a lot of people
grabs your hand. you've had enough plot and exposition and character development lately im taking you to the beach episode
reblog for something t4t to happen to you this summer.
We have now also finished the second season of OFMD. Who needs emotional stability when you can just watch devastating queer television?
May or may not have shown my friend Good Omens and told her it was Quiet Gentle and Romantic.
We just finished the last episode
May or may not have shown my friend Good Omens and told her it was Quiet Gentle and Romantic.
We just finished the last episode
You guys, I have never related to a character more
we've done it again folks
it rules to be a transgender writer because writing trans themes is easy as fuck. it's easy as fuck dude. trans themes basically write themselves. change is the fundamental motor of storytelling. guess what else is all about change bitch
I'm writing a paper right now for school and the Inquiry Question (IQ) that inspired it is "What is gender, and why do we as a society put so much pressure on labeling it exactly?"
I do not know where to start as the first thing I need to do is define gender. I myself have not been able to do so in my 18 years, and I highly doubt that I will be able to do so within these next few months as I write this paper.
I have decided that for the purpose of this paper, I will view gender the same way The Doctor views time; "a big ball of wibbily wobbily timey wimey stuff". As I conduct my research, I have come to the realization that my IQ will require a lot of unraveling as gender is such a large and complex knot of culture, religion, society, psychology, and philosophy.
I am posting this to conduct research. I want to hear about other people's experiences with gender. I want to hear from anyone and everyone with how they view gender. Please let me know. I am so so curious.
Got mad while watching the atla live action and just decided to rewatch the cartoon.
transgender yearning
dude you look so masc wallowing in your misery like that
I DID A PRESENTATION ON THIS!!!!
Lips - Janice
Brad/Janet - Human (fuck you, I know what I’m doing)
Riff Raff - Gonzo
Magenta - Camila the Chicken
Columbia - Miss. Piggy
Frank N Furter - Kermit the Frog
Rocky - Link Hogthrob
Eddie - Animal
Dr. Scott - Bunsen
Criminologist - Statler and Waldorf
I have thought extensively about this don’t even try me motherfuckers
when gerard way sings "the broken, the beaten, and the damned" and when kermit the frog sings "the lovers, the dreamers, and me" they're talking about the same people btw
The other night, I met a woman named Zoey. It was the first time I had met someone who had my old name. It was jarring at first, but the more I think about it, the more poetic it becomes.
Zoey was a headstrong, smart, artistic, and funny little girl. She was adventurous and friendly. She used to approach other kids on the playground, introduce herself, and within minutes she would have a new best friend. Zoey used to be able to come up with a million ideas in one night and write them all down to explore in the morning. Zoey was hurt by people she trusted a lot and she forgave them because she didn’t want them to get hurt. She got hit over and over and still stood up. She was scared, but she had a big heart.
I’m not her anymore. I’m not Zoey. I haven’t been Zoey in a long time. I’ve been Joey, Eliott, Z, Grey, and Felix, but Zoey has become a stranger to me. The little girl who spent so much time being abandoned by the strangers she thought were her best friends, was abandoned by the person who should have loved her most. I spent a lot of time hating her. Hating her innocence, hating her femininity, hating her openness.
But then the other night, I met a woman named Zoey. She was a trans woman, probably at the same time in her transition that I was. Only out for a few years, and still getting used to the new name. At first, it was uncomfortable saying the name out loud again. It felt foreign, like another language. But the more I think about it, the more I find comfort in it. I didn’t abandon her. I simply let her become a new person.
I’ve only started to believe more in spirituality, and this was almost cosmic. Cause now there’s me and there’s Zoey. I got to see the person she’s become. She’s still smart, funny, and friendly. She’s still learning and growing. I don’t know much about the woman she’s become, but I know that she’s ok. She’s going to be ok.
I think I’ve figured it out
She Lin on my Manuel til I Miranda
I am a genius
Life is like the Smiths
It fucking sucks
This is me and my friend while watching that episode.
i'm the first one.
thinkin thoughts! this one’s called “niche market”
There is something so painfully and uniquely trans about the act of taking off your clothes. And I don’t even mean in a sexual manner. I mean, the feeling of going home after a long day and standing in your room getting ready for bed. I woke up this morning and just like any other day got ready. As I put on my outfit, my bracelets and necklaces, my vest, and my makeup, I slowly began to recognize the person I saw in the mirror. The dysphoria melted away and I became comfortable. There was a boy standing where I was standing.
I go out, have a pretty good day, go see my friends for a little bit and return home early so I can recharge my social battery. Suddenly, I’m standing in the bathroom again, just like I was this morning. I take off my chains, jewelry, and makeup. And as I do, I realize how much work I put in this morning to feel as masculine as I did. Now the carefully crafted boy was melting away into the old face and body. The person I no longer recognize as myself.
I take off my clothes alone in my room, and I’m suddenly very aware of my body. The body I hid under my clothes all day. It’s not mine anymore and it won’t be mine until I can change it.
Nevermind. It’s all good! I got the gender right today so everything is going to be alright
What do you mean I have to get up and go to class?
I just want to get high and watch movies with my friends.
And now you’re telling me I gotta contribute to society?
Fuck off!
What do you mean I have to get up and go to class?
I just want to get high and watch movies with my friends.
And now you’re telling me I gotta contribute to society?
Fuck off!