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iktr !! Pam you are crazy girl
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some of you need to stop psychoanalising your kinks and start doing mad scientist shit to them instead.
no more "do I enjoy being tied up because I secretly crave an excuse not to fight back against intimacy because of my mother", that is dumb and useless.
start doing shit like "what do I like about being tied up? what part of it gets me going?" and then once you have isolated the components of the kink that are the main drivers, look for all the other kinks that contain them. mix and match. get creative. experiment.
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Male privilege is not just the privilege of people treating you nicely or not following you in the street. Even if we assume every trans man passes perfectly and no one knows they are trans they still don't have most of the privileges that a cis man has.
Trans men don't have the privilege of
Being able to travel to different countries
Being able to get daily healthcare
Not being assaulted in prision
Not being institutionalized in mental health facilities
Having clothes, car seats, ect designed for our bodies
Being able to play professional sports
Using the bathroom without worry
Showing people our baby photos
Being able to talk to extended family
Not being disowned
Getting trans specific health care (hysterectomys, top surgery, phallo/meta) easily or at all
Posting photos online and having people internet stalk us to find out our dead name and pre transition photos
Being able to buy binders
Being raped and forced to carry a pregnancy to term due to abortion bans and abusive partners
Getting and keeping full time employment
I would have had way more privilege as a cis (white) woman than I do now as a (white) trans man. Sure sometimes trans men have situational privileges the examples I experience the most is not getting catcalled (unless they clock me) or being taken more seriously in college classes then cis women (unless the prof clocks me) but in exchange for that I am at constant risk of being put into a fucking concentration camp and killed by the us government because we live in a fascist country and I'm a tr@#ny communist.
Reblogged talestobetold
usamerican soldier STUNNED into silence when he learns that his willing and paid participation in the murder and neocolonization of foreign people is a huge red flag to everyone with a conscience
Reblogged triangleguy
"Suicide is selfish" sorry do you wanr me to kill you too
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raising my son on a strict media diet of Portal, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, and Mythbusters in an attempt to resurrect the extinct species Pre-Gamergate Smug Nerd Boy
update: daughter
Reblogged hashpup420
i just really wish everything was okay for trans girls forever
i just really wish
everything was okay for
trans girls forever
Beep boop! I look for accidental haiku posts. Sometimes I mess up.
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I think one of the hardest things I’ve had to learn is that the beginning of love tells you very little about what kind of partner someone will be.
It’s easy to love someone when they’re still new to you. When everything is exciting, when you’re both showing each other your softest edges, when there hasn’t been enough time for disappointment to settle in.
The real test comes later.
When the person you love becomes complicated.
When they’re sick.
When they’re struggling.
When they disappoint you.
When you see their flaws clearly and they see yours.
When life stops being romantic and starts requiring patience, compromise, forgiveness and repair.
Because when I love someone, their imperfections don’t automatically subtract from that love.
I can be angry with you.
I can be disappointed in you.
I can be frustrated with you.
I can question whether we’re compatible.
I can dislike something you did and still love the person standing in front of me.
Love, to me, was never about finding someone who remained exactly as I imagined them in the beginning.
It was about seeing the whole person once the idealized version disappeared and deciding whether we could grow through what remained.
Of course there are limits. Love should never require you to abandon yourself or stay somewhere that continually hurts you.
But I’ve realized I don’t want a love whose first response to imperfection is emotional withdrawal.
I want the kind that can survive being human.
Because anyone can adore the beautiful beginning.
I want someone who still knows how to love me when I am complicated, imperfect, frightened, struggling, and no longer new.
And I want to love them the same way.
#there have been hard times for both of us over these coming up on 5 years#but not once did i ever stop loving you#when we had first been together and didnt know how to love#when i was hurt you because i was afraid and wasnt used to love#when youre mad#when im mad#when things have gotten bad#not once did i stop loving you#i dont think i ever could#t4t#the real me#st4t
