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! . ? ♣ eforney ♦ early 30s ♠ nb, female(ish) ♥ she/they/yinz ♣ white ♦ Pittsburgh, PA, USA ♠ asexual ♥ demipanromantic ♣ shitpostin' ♦ socialism ♠ fanart

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    kirinandvlindertje

    “transition poses some ethical questions. Such as, from what age should you be allowed to irreversibly change your body.“

    This of course completely ignores the fact that puberty makes irreversible changes to your body. But let us just rephrase the question: “from what age do you gain bodily autonomy?” Now it gets very easy to answer: From the moment you’re fucking born.

    itsjustmesonoworries

    I’m sorry, I’m reblogging this twice in a row it is that important

    numinous-queer

    Stand up and say it again for the people in the back row. 

    drtanner

    This is all completely true and correct, of course, but on the topic of changes that irreversibly change a child’s body, prithee, go and talk to a fucking ballet dancer.

    If you start ballet at 16, you are too old to ever expect to be able to do it seriously. If you start at 12 you’re too old. If you want to do ballet as a serious thing, as a career, you need to start at like eight years old or even younger, because your bones and joints need to be trained while they’re still flexible in order for you to be able to perform many of the required motions and stances of ballet. In particular, you need to be able to perform turnout of the hips, but all of your joints in your legs and feet will be affected, and this irreversibly changes your body.

    And yet! Nobody talks about this as a negative thing! Little girls say they want to be ballet dancers, and if their parents have enough money, that’s what they get to be! Does it cause problems in later life? Yeah, sometimes! Often, even! But nobody talks about that because it’s a thing for cis people to do and so naturally it’s all fine!

    Go and talk to a fucking ballet dancer.

    [IMAGE ID: A tweet by “minh tâm h. 🌾 on concrete” @HAEDRAULICS on Apr 20: “everything everywhere all at once had me writing down english class notes in the theatre” with two drawings of sets of two nested circles, one black with a white center, one white with a black center. They are respectively labeled, “the bagel (yin) // -life is mostly dull and bad // -joy is fleeting and ultimately meaningless” and, “the googly eye (yang) // -life is mostly good and worthwhile // suffering is transient and fixable” END ID]

    finished yet another Balance relisten today, and fell in love with Lup all over again

    [id: Illustration of Lup and Barry from The Adventure Zone. Lup is a dark skinned female elf in her spectral lich form, she's wearing a red robe, and her hair is bright orange, it looks like a flame, with sparks flying around it, her eyes are the same color, and there's a golden skull painted on her face. Barry is a chubby white man in glasses, wearing a black jacket, white shirt and blue jeans. in the top panel they stand next to each other, and Lup says "hear that, babe?" in the middle panel her hands catch fire, and the bottom one depicts a close-up of her face, her canines are golden, she's wearing a gold septum ring and several earrings. she smiles and says "we're legends". /end id]

    genderkoolaid

    like 99% of "men and women are soooo different!!!" comedy is literally just describing the experience of not understanding other people. like it's not that women never say what they mean talking to other people is just like that. it can be hard to understand what other people are thinking. bioessentialism really rots the brain

    genderkoolaid

    "women will say I'm fine and then not mean it" yeah that's something literally everybody does. is this your first time interacting with another human being my guy

    genderkoolaid

    this is one of the only funny responses on this hell of a post

    I’m watching that documentary “Before Stonewall” about gay history pre-1969, and uncovered something which I think is interesting.

    The documentary includes a brief clip of a 1954 televised newscast about the rise of homosexuality. The host of the program interviewed psychologists, a police officer, and one “known homosexual”. The “known homosexual” is 22 years old. He identifies himself as Curtis White, which is a pseudonym; his name is actually Dale Olson.

    So I tracked down the newscast. According to what I can find, Dale Olson may have been the first gay man to appear openly on television and defend his sexual orientation. He explains that there’s nothing wrong with him mentally and he’s never been arrested. When asked whether he’d take a cure if it existed, he says no. When asked whether his family knows he’s gay, he says that they didn’t up until tonight, but he guesses they’re going to find out, and he’ll probably be fired from his job as well. So of course the host is like …why are you doing this interview then? and Dale Olson, cool as cucumber pie, says “I think that this way I can be a little useful to someone besides myself.”

    1954. 22 years old. Balls of pure titanium.

    Despite the pseudonym, Dale’s boss did indeed recognize him from the TV program, and he was promptly fired the next day. He wrote into ONE magazine six months later to reassure readers that he had gotten a new job at a higher salary.

    Curious about what became of him, I looked into his life a little further. It turns out that he ultimately became a very successful publicity agent. He promoted the Rocky movies and Superman. Not only that, but get this: Dale represented Rock Hudson, and he was the person who convinced him to disclose that he had AIDS! He wrote the statement Rock read. And as we know, Rock Hudson’s disclosure had a very significant effect on the national conversation about AIDS in the U.S.

    It appears that no one has made the connection between Dale Olson the publicity agent instrumental in the AIDS debate and Dale Olson the 22-year-old first openly gay man on TV. So I thought I’d make it. For Pride month, an unsung gay hero.

    anosmic-sheep

    But can a cis guy do THIS?

    *drops pants. My dick just fucking flops onto the floor and bounces away*

    cor-relophus

    once in high school i was walking down the hall at a brisk pace wearing dress pants and boxers and my (home made!! with nylon stockings + condoms + gak) packer just fell out of my leg and rolled down the hall a little ways and thankfully the only other person in that hall at that time was mr. hayes, the weird stoner english/philosophy teacher who rode his bike around the halls sometimes, and he literally just looked at me and said “i HATE when it does that” and walked away

    tabarnaks

    He is not a bad person.

    “Edmund Chicane” tells himself that as he slowly inspects the safe he’s trying to break into.

    It’s a matter of survival. He’s broke, these people are not. He’s not going to steal anything they’ll really miss.

    Still, as he slowly, meticulously turns the lock hoping to find the right combination, guilt eats away at him, tiny piece by tiny piece.

    But the guilt is easily overshadowed by the anxiety. It’s not his first time breaking into a place like this, but it damn near is.

    He goes over his story in his head again and again.

    He’s Edmund Chicane, brother of three younger siblings, just trying to put food on the table.

    Even if that crap doesn’t get him any sympathy, the ID in his back pocket might just cause enough confusion to let him slip away.

    There’s no need for any of that.

    Before he knows it, there’s a click, and the safe swings open.

    He quickly grabs most of what’s inside : some money and a few jewels that look expensive, leaving behind some papers and a gun.

    The guilt creeps back up on him when he catches a glimpse of a news report with a family crying about precious family heirlooms.

    However, the guilt disappears almost as quickly as it came when he realises how comfortably he can pay for his meals that month.

    Edmund Chicane is not a bad person.

    He tells himself as much as he’s sneaking passed the cameras in Clooney’s mansion.

    He can’t be a bad person when he’s restricting his thievery to one thing.

    Sure, that thing is an Oscar, and, sure, he did take that nice watch on the table by the front door, but that’s not really bad in any quantifiable way.

    If anything, it’s probably just going to help Clooney’s career. Eventually, it’ll become a funny story for him to talk about during fancy parties he goes to.

    It’s been a while since he’s felt genuine fear at the prospect of being caught, but, this time, his heart jumps a little when the security guard starts to turn the corner while he’s not yet entirely over the fence.

    He gets away with it, of course he does. He’s Edmund Chicane.

    As he shows his prize to the few who know him, the bragging rights are entirely worth it.

    Edmund “Ned” Chicane is not a bad person.

    He reminds himself of that fact while in the van with Boyd.

    He hasn’t hit a mark like this in years, considering himself more of a Robin Hood kind of thief.

    He steals from the rich and famous people and the top and gives back the loot. Mostly to his own benefit, but that’s just a detail.

    Stealing from a random suburban household, however rich they may be, feels unethical.

    But, as much as he would like to say Boyd had to really twist his arm on this one, funds are getting relatively low, and some opportunities you just can’t refuse.

    He hesitates before taking the pendant, remembering his first real mark. But, it’s glowing, bright orange and red hues covering the walls and objects near it.

    If he doesn’t take it, Boyd will, there’s little doubt about it.

    As soon as it’s in his bag, it fades from his thoughts, especially as more and more things start to go wrong.

    It’s not until he’s going through the bag he grabbed out of the van, hidden in the room given to him by Victoria of course, that he remembers the strange gem.

    He is not a bad person.

    Ned Chicane wonders how many times he’ll have to repeat it before it becomes true.

    He’s slowly, meticulously, putting all of his things into boxes. The jewels, the Oscar, the other junk he’s accumulated over the years.

    He’d perhaps underestimated how painful being alone again would hurt him.

    Or maybe it’s just the realisation that he can’t deny how rotten he is anymore; how rotten he’s been since he started this dirty line of work

    The items burn his hands as he packs them away, but, as much as he wants to, Ned knows he can’t leave them here.

    He can’t have thousands worth of stolen goods attached to his name like that.

    It doesn’t take as long as Ned thought it would. In the blink of an eye, his storeroom is empty, save for his most recent acquisition.

    He feels choked by guilt just looking at it.

    He doesn’t hesitate much before deciding to leave it where it is. They’re going to find it eventually and it’ll be returned to its rightful owner.

    As Ned starts to pack up his boxes in his truck, he feels like the branches of the sculpture are staring him down, like dozens of judgemental eyes.

    He wonders why he was too much of a coward to tell Aubrey as soon as he realised the truth.

    He wonders why he was too much of a coward to tell Aubrey as soon as Boyd came back.

    Only one answer comes to mind.

    Ned Chicane is a bad person, and nothing, not even one of the two true friends he’s ever had, will ever change that.

    datarep

    NYC Data Stories: Allyship

    traitortothecapital

    For when people say they’re sick of seeing gay stuff everywhere. Suck it up. 4 years. 4 years. And that’s just on the books, it’s legal. It doesn’t stop shitty attitudes, actions, or straight up violence.

    shadowprince27

    This is just the timeline for homosexuality. As of today (July 2019) you can still be fired for being transgender in 26 of the 50 states. You can be evicted for being transgender in 31 of the 50 states. The Stonewall Uprising was started to protect a transwoman being arrested, and more than 140 transwomen have been murdered since 2013.

    Two men or two women being able to get married is not the only basis for LGBT+ rights.