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Lee says:

Here’s a transitioning starter pack for all my trans folk out there! Happy pride month!

Transfeminine resources:

Presentation:

Tucking

Chest area

Voice

Broad shoulders tips

Hair removal

Feminine walk

Curves

Waist training

Growing out your hair

Clothing

Makeup

Passing

Medical transitioning:

Not medically transitioning

Fertility

Puberty blockers

Estrogen & anti-androgens/testosterone blockers FAQ

The types of surgery available

Surgery: A guide for transfeminine people

Pumping (Silicone injections)

Facial Feminization Options

Breast Augmentation

Other:

Representation

Transfeminine period dysphoria

Yes, Transfeminine People Can Get Period Symptoms

Slipping into masculinity

Women’s restroom etiquette

Transfeminine people can breastfeed

Having sex or masturbating

Transmasculine resources:

Presentation:

Binding FAQ

Clothing

Facial hair

Masculine makeup

Getting short hair / Masculine long hair

If you can’t start T

Lowering your voice

Packing and standing to pee

Passing as male

Not shaving legs

Medical transitioning:

Not medically transitioning

Fertility

Puberty blockers

Testosterone FAQ

Top surgery

Facial masculinization surgery

Body masculinization surgery

Hysterectomy and oophorectomy

Bottom surgery (genital surgery)

Other:

Periods and related things

Help! I need to see a gyno

Pumping

Masturbation and sex

Using the men’s bathroom

Hudson’s FTM Guide

Height dysphoria

Hip dysphoria

More resources:

What gender am I? A brief intro to questioning

Trans 101 for trans people

What is the transgender umbrella?

How do I choose a name?

How do I come out at work/school or to family/friends?

Dysphoria info and tips page

Mental health coping page

Being trans in school

Non-binary resources

Resources to send allies/friends

A page to send to parents/guardians

Convincing someone to respect name/pronouns 

Here is how to get hormones in the US

Here is how to get hormones in the UK

The NHS’s Guide For Young Trans People in England

Here’s a US resource with info on changing legally changing your name and gender marker 

Here is a UK resource with info on changing legally changing your name and gender marker

What are the WPATH-SOC guidelines?

How to save money

How to buy a trans-related item online without parents knowing

I have to go swimming, what do I wear/do?

Trying to sleep when you have dysphoria

Airposts and traveling by plane

Gender neutral bathrooms

Getting insurance to cover your transition

Does transitioning help mental health?

Trans teen’s experiences with inpatient hospitalization

Trans identity isn’t a mental disorder

Vaping prevalence

Being religious and LGBT

Transgender Lives: Your Stories (to see trans adults) 

Gender neutral pronouns in Spanish

Gender Variance Around the World Over Time

A map of gender-diverse cultures

American LGBT history by the National Parks Service

Crisis help: Suicide and crisis hotlines

Anyone can reblog, including allies!

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the lack of cuddling i am experiencing right now is upsetting 

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“I love when people share things with me. When they tell me all about their day, even the boring stuff, or little stories about stuff that’s happened in their life, or what they’re studying, literally anything….I love when people tell me little details and small stuff they probably think is irrelevant or mundane. It’s just so cute and it makes me feel special and i love listening to people i care about.”

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Tucutes: Gender dysphoria isn’t real. Tucutes: 10 Tips and Tricks to Fooling your Doctor into Diagnosing You with Gender Dysphoria–More at 11. Doctors: Hey um gender dysphoria is real– Tucutes: OMG those tips WORKED thank you so much! Other Doctors: So I’ve come to the conclusion that gender dysphoria isn’t real. Transgenders: Attempting suicide at a rate of 64 million people per year due to complications from gender dysphoria. Tucutes: This is fine.

Gender dysphoria is a mental illness. It’s not cute. It’s not trendy. It’s not entitling. It’s a neurological deformation and it hurts hundreds of millions of people every single day.

“Transtrenders” aren’t a form of support for the LGBT+. They mock the issues that transgenders were born with. They ridicule us and, after taking our label, give us a negative stigma with the public, and stereotype us as soft boys and masculine girls.

This is disgusting. Stop.

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If you haven’t heard there is a literal massacre going on in Sudan.

People are getting kidnapped, arrested, raped and killed. This has been going on for a few days now but naturally there’s hardly any media coverage.

THE WORLD CARES MORE ABOUT AN EMPTY CHURCH IN FRANCE THAN HUNDREDS OF INNOCENT BLACK MUSLIMS DYING IN SUDAN.

There are a few ways to help:

 - Emergency Medical Aid Donation

- Facebook campaign raising funds for food and other necessities

- International Rescue Committee

- Save The Children

Even if you can’t donate please help spread the news!!

#SudanMassacre

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STORY TIME!

Okay, so before I start off, my neighbourhood is very weird. I mean, some people are normal, but I catch a lot of people doing some really weird shit. 

So a few nights ago, I snuck out and met up with some of my friends. Two of them are gay, a couple of them are bi or pan, one of them is trans like me, and there’s one or two who are straight. I can only hang out with them when I sneak out cause my mom is nosy and homo/transphobic (she doesn’t know I’m lgbt much less that most of my friends are as well).

So my friends and I were hanging out at a nearby park with sodas and food and playing games and sorta celebrating pride month. A couple of my friends brought their pride flags. 

Also a bit of background: one of my neighbours is this really elderly couple who creep me out. Let’s call them Mr and Mrs G. Mr G has this weird obsession with his lawn. He always waters his lawn, no matter what the weather is, and always at 5:00 in the morning. I’ve even caught him watering it in the pouring rain a couple times. He also mows his lawn around 11 to 12 at night? Like who tf does that??? To make things weirder, his wife, Mrs G, walks their cat around the same time Mr G mows his lawn. She legit puts their calico on a leash and walks him around the neighbourhood at 12 o’clock at night. The few times I’ve passed her at night, she either yells something at me or is mumbling some weird nonsense. To sum it up, they’re pretty weird.

So it was getting late and my friends and I were getting tired, so we decided to call it a night. We were walking through the neighbourhood, people going to their houses when we passed. There were about 3 or 4 other people besides me still in the group when we walked to my street. We were messing around, and one of my friends, imma call him Andrew, put his pride flag over his head so he looked like a rainbow ghost. We were almost to my house when we passed by Mrs G walking her cat.

I kid you not, she almost tripped over herself and just stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, staring at Andrew like he was an actual ghost. She just stared at him for a few moments before she shouted out of nowhere: “No! Satan is sending the gay ghosts after us again! We must run, we must flee! I will not turn gay, I have a husband!” She stopped shouting, but was mumbling other stuff along the similar line and then started sobbing. She was saying something like, “No, I won’t come, I need to stay with my husband, I won’t turn gay, I’d rather die... Or, or maybe the gay ghost knows about, about Francis... I knew Satan was there on that day, I knew I shouldn’t have kissed her, I knew, I knew, I knew...” We just kind of awkwardly stood there, not knowing what to do. After what seemed like forever, she stopped sobbing, though she was still sniffling. She looked back up at Andrew with an angry glare and said, “I won’t let you take me alive you evil gay ghost!” and just ran (more like hobbled) back to her house, her cat following behind. After that, my friends and I had a few laughs and went back to our houses for the night.

So yeah, there’s my exciting story of the day. 

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Does anyone else reply to a text mentally but not physically then forgets to actually reply all together or is that just me

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Reblog if you support asexuals and aren’t a COWARD

RB if your blog is a safe, accepting space for asexuals!

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Meeting the Devil

Here’s another little “short story” (is that what I’m supposed to call this?) I wrote, feel free to give feedback and whatnot.  - Caleb

I take a deep breath, shouldering my backpack. Today was the day, the day I’d finally tell him. It’s not a big deal anyway, right? God, I have to stop psyching myself out.  I climb the steps to get onto the train. I pause at the top, looking over at all the seats, searching for him. I caught sight of him, in the same place as always.

Messy dark brown hair, piercing green eyes. Earbuds in, looking out the window, feet propped up on the seat in front of him. Wearing a slightly baggy red hoodie and always fingering something in his hands. No one talked to him, no one sat next to him. He was just there.

I swallowed any last doubts and walked over, plopping down in the seat next to him. He glanced over and proceeded to look out the window, though we were at the train station still and there wasn’t much to see until the train started to move.

I cleared my throat, trying to get his attention to no avail. I sighed and pulled his earbuds out. He jumped and turned to look at me, glaring. ���What the heck was that for?” He growled.

“So you’d listen to me. What are you listening to anyway?” I put one of the earbuds in my ear, but nothing was playing. I give them back to him. “So you were ignoring me?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

“Who are you?” He asked, ignoring my question.

“Probably should’ve started with that.” I chuckled. “I’m Colt. I’ve always seen you on the train and I-” I start before he cuts me off.

“Hold up right there. You can see me?” The boy’s face dawns in horror, staring at me like I’m a ghost or something.

“Yeah… is there a problem?”

“Yes, a very big one!”

“Wha-”

“You aren’t supposed to see me,” he grimaced.

I force a laugh, nervously running my hand through my hair. “C’ mon, stop pulling my leg, I’m not blind.”

“No, I’m dead serious. You shouldn’t be able to see me,” He stared at me with wide eyes.

“Do you want me to sit somewhere else? You know, there are better ways of telling people to leave you alone.” I say standing up and looking for a new seat. He grabs my wrist before I can go.

“God, you’re so naive. No. You have to stay with me now that I know you can see me.” He yanked me back down onto the seat next to him.

“Hey! Listen, do you need help? You’re really starting to freak me out.”

“I’m freaking you out? You’re freaking me out, as well as everyone else on this goddamn train. To them, it looks like you’re talking to no one, so if you want to not look like you’re crazy, I suggest shutting the hell up,” He glared.

I look around and see he’s right, people are starting to look at me strangely. I open my mouth to protest, then think better of it. I stare at my lap, occasionally casting glances at the boy.

“Why exactly am I not supposed to see you?” I finally speak up.

The boy turned to look at me with an amused expression, his eyes seemingly staring into my soul. “Cause I’m supposedly not a real human being. Some people believe me to be a tiny red man with horns, causing evil and destruction, some people worship me, and others don’t believe in me at all,” he chuckles. “I’m Luce, short for Lucifer.”

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Talk about participation trophies and snowflakes…

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[A white fortune cookie paper with blue text reading: The stars appear every night in the sky. All is well. Lucky Numbers 10, 16, 18, 27, 30, 32]

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Salute to them

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@smatterbrain on twitter https://mobile.twitter.com/Smatterbrain/status/1135332272507379722

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HAVE Y’ALL EVER FALLEN FOR SOMEONE, LIKE REALLY HARD? NOT LIKE A CRUSH TYPE THING, BUT ACTUALLY FALLEN FOR SOMEONE. LIKE, YOU’VE BEEN AROUND THEM YOUR WHOLE LIFE, YOU TALK TO THEM REGULARLY, YOU HAVE YOUR OWN INSIDE JOKES AND EVERYTHING. YOU HAVEN’T REALLY SEEN THEM THAT WAY BEFORE BUT ONE DAY YOU’RE LISTENING TO THEM TALK ABOUT SOMETHING THEY CARE A LOT ABOUT AND YOU’RE WATCHING THEM AND START THINKING ABOUT HOW MUCH YOU LOVE THE SOUND OF THEIR LAUGH AND THEIR EYES JUST TAKE YOUR BREATHE AWAY AND THEIR VOICE GIVES YOU BUTTERFLIES AND THEIR SMILE MAKES YOUR HEART SKIP A BEAT AND WHENEVER YOU GET A TEXT ON YOUR PHONE, YOU HOPE IT’S FROM THEM. HOW YOU’RE ALWAYS LOOKING FOR THEM AFTER SCHOOL OR IN THE HALLWAYS. HOW YOUR MIND JUST AUTOMATICALLY STARTS FOCUSING ON THEM, HOW ALL YOUR PROBLEMS SEEM TO DISAPPEAR WHEN YOU’RE AROUND THEM. HOW EVERYTHING THEY SAY AND DO MAKES YOU SMILE. HOW, WHENEVER YOU AREN’T TOGETHER, YOU FEEL EMPTY AND ARE CONSTANTLY MISSING THEM. THEN ONE DAY WHEN YOU’RE HANGING OUT WITH THEM IT, THE REALIZATION JUST HITS YOU OUT OF ABSOLUTELY NOWHERE. THE REALIZATION THAT YOU’VE FALLEN FOR THEM, AND YOU’VE FALLEN FOR THEM HARD.

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Then, they tell you who they like because you’re really good friends and you tell each other everything.

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the person they like isn’t you. it hits you like a brick. your heart feels like it shattered. you keep a smile plastered on your face because you can’t let them know the pain you’re in. you hoped that maybe, just maybe, they had loved you back. but no, you’ve done your best to try and win their heart, but it goes unnoticed. you immediately try and get out of the conversation you’re in, to get away from them, because being around them is too hard. it hurts, it hurts hella bad. the moment you’re alone in a safe place, you just collapse. your heart feels too broken, too heavy, and a heavy weight of sadness is dropped on your shoulders. you cry, and you can’t stop crying, cause the pain is too much. and then they find you because they know when something’s off and where all your favorite “hiding” places are. they ask you what’s wrong and you can’t tell them. you just can’t. they remind you of why you had put up walls in the first place. you still spend time with them, slowly, ever slowly, building your walls back up. the pain is still there, still throbbing, but you’ve numbed it, and continued living your life.