re: music at reader, slightly screenreader unfriendly
(she is tapping along to a MIDI version of Quiet and Falling from Celeste)
trans stuff, kinda heartwarming
Got in a random convo with my dad about #trans stuff. Background is, he’s been generally supportive in theory but clearly nervous about talking about it at all, and I’ve been following his lead. So this was a bit of a departure.
Spoiler: the questions and comments were mostly adorable, and amazingly similar to many conversations within the trans community 💕
“I understand L, G, B, and T. But what is Q? I am completely baffled.”
“You said hormones are basically like another puberty. So does that mean you’ll grow taller?”
“Are there a lot more trans women than trans men? Because nobody ever talks about trans men.” 😍
“I can totally understand not wanting boobs. I would find them very annoying.” 😂
“Why is everyone so worried about trans women in bathrooms? Who would bother dressing as a woman and changing their name just to assault someone? I don’t get it”
“So if someone is female and changes to male but was always interested in women, does that mean they are straight?”
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Folks, if a 70+ rural-raised cis white dude living in Trumpland can be this thoughtful, so can anyone
cockroach vs. ckie
okay so on the one hand i am scared shitless of the damn thing climbing on me
BUT on the other hand i WILL chase it with the noisy vaccum cleaner at 5am to try to suck it into it. it's hiding out in a trashcan now and that's good enough for me..
still, held that vaccum with a long lead for long enough that my arm got sore
@easrng hello!!
Big congrats to Spain for successfully passing reforms of their gender recognition laws today 💜
https://www.thepinknews.com/2023/02/16/spain-trans-law-self-id/
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I gave my map away, but it's time to push and pull, change and ~~kill your past~~. Oh... To know the catharsis of loving again reminds us of how much we bled. This heart wasn't made for loving anyone, but now I know where I am. I make my own path.