Kennedy (they/them), 23, white bigender bisexual futch (TME), multiply disabled. Passionate about the work of comedian Chris Fleming in an autistic way.
interesting how transmascs & transfems alike think losing weight is the answer to pass as our chosen gender.... almost as if fat people are never Truly afforded a passing gender regardless of trans status. as fat people we are never Truly seen as Men or Women. anyway fuck that notion & if u think u need to lose weight to pass that's the devil talking
I’m still thinking about that post about needing to acknowledge your own capacity for evil, and how influential Monster was to me in breaking down the idea that people are intrinsically either good or bad. Because the thesis statement of Monster (or one of them, because Monster has a lot to say about a lot of things,) is that everyone has the capacity to become a monster, and being human is about the choices you make. The kindest, most altruistic character in the entire series, the nicest person you ever met, starts the story by being complacent in corrupt hospital politics that value wealthy patients over the poor, and never bothered to think about the consequences of what he was doing until a patient literally died because of that shit and the grieving widow screamed in his face about it.
It was obviously the wrong moral choice! But Tenma was content to keep his head down and follow orders to further his own career, until he is literally forced to look the consequences in the eye.
And he changes after that! He makes the hard moral choices and loses everything in the process! And he keeps doing it, keeps sticking to his morals, even when its hard, when its painful, when he has to question everything he ever believed it. He keeps choosing kindness and mercy and compassion.
It's a choice! It's always a choice! No one is inherently good or evil! All that counts is your choices! And you can change! You can always become better!
Hate that my bedroom has become functionally the guest room because it has its own bathroom, so whenever my mom has guests over (even after I’ve moved out of campus for good), I have to sleep in my sister’s room… and then I hate myself for being so particular about something so unimportant.
Spending time with kids always reminds me how much I love the way they play. I’ll be like “hey kid look, this little bug is called an isopod it’s related to crabs and it eats dead plants” and they’ll immediately respond with something like “cool let’s play isopods we have to collect dead leaves as fast as we can and if we don’t get enough we die of starvation and have a bug funeral”
What an amazing way to process new information or explore an idea! It’s important to remember these kinds of games are not random or pointless; playing is how kids learn.