#someone else's post

[theidioticdemon]

I want to like this post so bad, but the numbers-

THE NUMBERS HAS TO STAY

Do i tag em???

@cuppochino sorry for tag, my brother said to-

[hauntedsharkfart]

The way this resonates with me makes me feel like a tuning fork. I feel so hyper aware of how weird I feel like I seem. I'm very early in my transition, and I feel like I've created some imaginary thresholds of "being femme enough," hoping that once I get past those lines I'll stop feeling like a creep. But I also know that's not how it works. I'll hold on to hope, though. I'll find my way through this.

I relate to this so much. for years, even after I knew that I was trans, I thought that I didn't really experience gender dysphoria. it was only after I started transitioning that I realized how much it had affected me

[hopeworth]

everything is a transgender allegory except being transgender which is about being alive

[cookiethebirddoll]

mutual: *interacts with a post i maid*

me: woah, i thought u despised me and wanted me 2 die a gruesome death based on 0 evidence, but im so glad u r actually deeply in love with me instead. i will forget this in less than a day

[gibbearish]

love when ppl defend the aggressive monetization of the internet with "what, do you just expect it to be free and them not make a profit???" like. yeah that would be really nice actually i would love that:)! thanks for asking

[starchaser667]

Hey so, has anyone else like , , , thought about this??

Because I have,

And it's making me incredibly anxious

[marcelthemoon]

morning horny is crazy why is my clit throbbing at 7 am?? I'm too cozy to deal with that

[drawnfamiliarfaces]

PnF Spirit Week 1: May 22nd - Identity Reveal

Agent Ps have all the worst luck I guess.

[nullspace-mustard]

for some reason, "you can just do an art project" unlocked a realization that "you can just make art" wasn't able to access.

like yeah i know i can set aside an afternoon and sketch a still life.

but also i can, like. select a random marine creature from a hat and then research them and then spend a bit of time in the evenings and weekends over the course of a few weeks making a diorama.

or i can make an abstract sculpture out of scrap cardboard and masking tape, and then paper mache over it, and then paint it.

or i can draw something with markers and color it in with crayons.

i dunno why it took me so long to realize that, in the same way that i can revisit the games and hobbies that i enjoyed as a kid, and i can orchestrate "presentation parties" so my friends and i can flex our slideshow animation skills, i can also Make Art, Grade School Style (and not just Grownup Art/School Style)

[trashy-greyjoy]

sometimes, it's not so much about the romance as it is about the devotion. the adoration.

[explosionshark]

Caitlyn: I'm going to have to tie you up and blindfold you

Vi: okay. You should probably hit me in the face also.

Caitlyn: good idea

Vi: and then I can spit on you

Caitlyn: perfect great I'll make sure to rub your spit over my mouth while making intense eye contact

Vi: this is great our plan to infiltrate the camp is so normal and also regular

[dr-robert-chase-apologist]

cuddy deserved to hit house with hammers because he constantly was a sexist ass to her and he had to be cajoled into doing his job and she had to set aside a separate budget for his malpractice lawsuits and he bullied all his employees and also all his other coworkers and also his patients and also random people in the clinic and he groped her once when she was just trying to give him a hug.

why stoop to ableism when there are so many genuine criticisms to make about house?

So many “cuddy deserved to hit house with hammers” takes are just steeped in ableism and addict hate like let’s have some nuance and focus on the sexism and haterisms not his sobriety and disability.

[dragons]

[dredgesnails]

so... wild life, huh?

[inkskinned]

i'm a little afraid to go to pride this year. many of us are, a little. sitting around our tapas and video games, the silence that hangs over the discord server. it feels different, we say.

we're privileged. the community that came before us laid the groundwork so i could be raised in a different world, and i will never forget their sacrifices and dedication. they gave us this: a pride that feels like community and celebration and joy. i remember the first few times i went to a queer event - i'd been raised so catholic. feeling safe like that, for the first time... it saved my life. i go to pride to celebrate that feeling - my people, laughing. out in the sun, the way we couldn't have been even 25 years ago. that feeling: no wonder we call it "pride."

who am i to be afraid anyway. there are parts of the world where people are doing much better work than i am. but it's just: i felt at home there, you know? and this year feels different. we are waiting on the dam to break. last year, at boston pride, there was a whole gaggle of sign-holders shouting about jesus. you walk around them and try not to let it get to you.

this year, i'm going to DC's pride with my girlfriend. google sends me concerns about if it's safe to exist in trump's america, if World Pride is a bigass target on all of us. every article uses the words "safety concerns" many, many times. three days ago i witnessed a shooting.

even straight people keep telling me - people are weird lately. sometimes we blame it on Covid and sometimes we blame it on the full moon. but i do remember a time before this, right. it's not just that people are more comfortable being rude. it's this strange, outwards violence. a comfort in being cruel.

it's a big hole to fall down anyway. it's not like they're going to do anything to make pride safe, not really. i don't want a police presence as the solution. and what if this is just fearmongering! what if this is just to get us to stop attending our own events! what if everything is actually fine, and i'm just freaked out by the stated intentions of our president!

and what if i'm just listening to things that are being said. what if i'm weighing the shape and size of this america accurately.

my mother calls me. she's been getting the articles too. i assure her i'll be careful, but i put the phone down and stare at it. i'm going to go to pride. other people made it safe for me, it is my duty and my honor to show up for my community. the only thing we've ever had was each other. it was always an act of bravery. being ourselves is brave.

but i am afraid. i lay out my outfit and i kiss my girlfriend. i cut my nails and clean up my undercut. i hold her hand and hang the sunset flag. the sound of this america feels different. like a volcano trembling. i will love her and i will love being queer and i will sing over the noise of it.

but ... still. in the back of my mind. that feeling, like something terrible has been shifted. like somewhere in the night - they remembered we're different.