*rolls That Fucking Cage Full Of Ping Pong Balls Or Whatever* Who Had "missing Teenager Discovered To

Today, completely unprompted, on his own, my dad, who even just two years ago told me I would never be a man, got me a “Happy Birthday, Son” card. He still has a long way to go as far as support goes, but for him that was a huge step and it means the world to me that he cares enough to keep trying. My point is that where there is love, there is hope, so don’t give up on them.

I would like to clarify that this post does not mean you should stay with/coddle your abusers. If a relationship is damaging to your physical/mental health, then absolutely cut it off. What I am saying is that if they care about you more than their preconceived notions of you, they will see how much happier you are after transitioning and they will work to overcome their biases (even if it takes them far longer than it should to realize).

Currently fighting the trans masculine urge to cut the sleeves off all my shirts

Straight men hate the idea of gay men hitting on them because they’re afraid of being treated the same way they treat women

Also, I like that the myth specifically states Medusa turns any man who looks at her eyes into stone, because when I first heard it my brain automatically decided Medusa was a lesbian and I’ve just had that in my brain for so long that it’s canon now

if medusa wears sunglasses do u not turn to stone

I’ve always been a bit of a kleptomaniac, but to this day I’ve never taken anything that made any logical sense. For example:

A wrench off the top of a fire hydrant

A coil of rope from behind a dumpster (it wasn’t dirty)

A big ass tree branch I carried for two miles that barely fit in my friend’s car; reaching from the driver’s seat through the little door thing and into the trunk

A broken piano from the side of the road that I dragged toward my house for half a mile before giving up (pianos are heavy)

I’m headed to the graveyard to go reanimate myself a girlfriend, anyone want me to pick up anything while I’m out?

My parents made fun of me my whole life for not liking black and white movies. As a kid I absolutely refused to watch them and my parents called me spoiled, uncultured, said my generation lacked the attention span to appreciate good cinema. And I hated it. They wouldn’t listen to me when I told them black and white movies made me feel uncomfortable. They forced me to watch various old classics to prove how great they were, even resorting to showing me ones in full color, and I hated almost all of them.

And that’s because I didn’t hate old Hollywood movies because they were in black and white, I hate old Hollywood classics because of how women were represented and treated: like objects whose entire personality, hopes, and dreams get completely and utterly changed by the main male protagonist and this is portrayed as good and right. Even as a kid I could see this portrayal of a willful, confident, inspired woman be transformed into a “good women” by a domineering man until she perfectly fits in this housewife stereotype and it made me feel sick to my stomach. Women lacked any personhood at all in almost every one of my parents beloved “old classics.”

I guess all this is to say parents often say things like, “we didn’t raise you to be this way” or “why would you think we believe [some specific thing]” but like, it’s not just the things you directly tell your children that shapes who they become, it’s everything you expose them to and the message behind those things. Children are really quite remarkable at picking up context, so it’s important you’re aware of not just the direct message you’re sending, but the subtext and context of everything around it.

Pokémon Go!

I love jaywalking with strangers. They can’t kill all of us!!!

“And you?”

“I was tying someone up on the subway”