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Some of these made me laugh way harder than I should have.

10 Times #Translol Made us El Oh El

10 Times #Translol Made us El Oh El

1. Oooo, yeah! Sticky

2. When you’ve got a new Package

3. Sure am!

4. Who wouldn’t Transition to Canada?

5. We hope you did!

6. So many are still in the dark here

7. Not Aidan, Aydian… 8. A little bit of a stretch

9. We see what you did there

10. When you don’t get it

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How to Be Respectful and Supportive to Non-Binary People | TransEquality.org

Non-Binary Defined:

Most people – including most transgender people – are either male or female. But some people don’t neatly fit into the categories of “man” or “woman,” or “male” or “female.” For example, some people have a gender that blends elements of being a man or a woman, or a gender that is different than either male or female. Some people don’t identify with any gender. Some people’s…

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Her name is Ashlee Marie Preston ✊🏾 👑

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In this case I'm fucked for playing Assassin's Creed.

You discover that the people you kill in video games gives you just as much bad karma as killing someone in real life.

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This is so stupid. I love it. 😂

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Volcanic eruptions.

Every earthquake is just the earth yawning. One day, she sneezes.

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I didn't know that this was possible. Thanks for sharing!

I feel like I should make a post about this because it’s not something that’s very well-known, and that Americans in particular may need to know about given the uncertain state of our healthcare system at the moment. I’ve wanted to write this out for a while, It’s kind of a long post, so sorry about that!

If you have an emergency and have to go to the hospital, you’ll owe the hospital a lot of money. (I got into a car wreck and broke my ankle and my arm. My hospital bill was around $20,000)

You’ll also owe the ambulance provider, if you need one. (My ambulance bill was about $800)

You may get separate bills from the anesthesiologist or surgeon. (My anesthesiologist bill was $1,700)

You may need follow-up appointments. (My orthopedic surgeon billed me for the appointments and his surgery together and it was about $1,000)

You’ve also got to pay for medical equipment you need afterward, like crutches or a walking boot. (Mine cost about $75)

Altogether, I ended up with almost $24,000 in medical debt from one car accident. That’s a really scary number for someone like me who makes $10/hr at a 12 hour a week job.

I got my debt down to $1075 by making some phone calls and submitting some paperwork.

The first thing I did was contact the hospital. They don’t make it easy to find, but many hospitals (perhaps most hospitals?) have financial assistance programs for people who can’t afford medical bills. I don’t make a lot of money, and I have bills to pay, so they were able to help me. I called the billing department and asked if they had any assistance programs for low income people who can’t pay their bills. I had to call multiple times, and I got transferred in circles by people who didn’t know what I was talking about. Finally, I got an appointment with someone in “Eligibility Services” (I don’t know what other hospitals call it, if it’s something different). I had to bring my pay stubs and copies of all of my bills. When I got to the hospital for the appointment, nobody knew what I was talking about so I had to wander a little to find where I needed to go. I spoke with the guy in Eligibility Services, and I waited for a decision on how much of the bill they would forgive. A month later, I got a call telling me it was totally forgiven.

I did the same thing for my ambulance bill and my anesthesiologist, but the process was a LOT easier. I just had to mail some paperwork and it was totally forgiven.

I didn’t bother with the medical equipment suppliers, since the bills came from separate companies and I didn’t feel like going through the process twice for $75. I was assured at the hospital that they had similar programs for debt forgiveness, so I could have probably avoided paying that too.

The only thing I couldn’t get taken care of was the surgeon/follow-up appointment cost, but they were able to put me on a no-interest payment plan.

Medical debt is scary because it’s something that can come from stuff that’s already really scary. I didn’t need the burden of $24,000 in debt on top of trying to get around on a crutch with a broken arm (it’s not easy, believe me!).. but I can’t imagine what it would be like with a bigger debt or a more severe medical emergency. I see lots of people in even worse trouble than I was in, both financially and medically. Please know that there are options for you when that GoFundMe doesn’t do enough. Even if your income is higher than mine, it’s worth a shot even for partial debt forgiveness.

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We really have harmed a whole generation of trans and gnc children by failing to communicate how serious a decision binding actually is, how there’s no ACTUALLY safe way to bind, how it permeneantly damages the body, how it can make top surgery more difficult in the future. I don’t think we should be keeping trans kids from binding (we let kids do all sorts of things they’re really not old enough to understand the potential consequences of) but we owe them the ability to make informed decisions at LEAST

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I forgot to upload this yesterday. Whoops!

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I really want this to be a TV show now!!! I would definitely watch this!!!!!

An old and homely grandmother accidentally summons a demon. She mistakes him for her gothic-phase teenage grandson and takes care of him. The demon decides to stay at his new home.

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As of today (11/23/2018), I am officially one month on testosterone!

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I arrive at the house at promptly 8:00 pm, the exact time that I was scheduled to be there. It doesn’t look like much - a small decrepit building on the farthest outskirts of Cairo. I know that it’s a front. The ramshackle exterior and dingy interior hide a very important fact - that this easily-overlooked house is a hub for the black market.

I make my way up the path - one so overgrown with grass and weeds that it is really more of a faint suggestion than any real trail. Raising one hand, I knock on the door, mentally cursing as a splinter snags on my glove. Oh, well. The gloves aren’t there for protection purposes, anyway.

It seems at least a full five minutes before someone answers. I’m just about to knock on the door again when a raspy, guttural voice comes from the other side. “You weren’t followed, right?”

Feigning concern - of course, there was no way that someone followed me, with my unique method of travel - I glance over my shoulder, pretending to scan the almost-complete darkness behind me. “No, there shouldn’t be. I took a circuitous route to avoid just such a situation.”

“Good.” The door opens. I mentally cringe at the harsh squeal of the hinges. They really need to be oiled, but I suppose in the poaching business, any advance warning of law enforcement is greatly appreciated. As I enter the decrepit building, the combined stench of dust, mold, rotting meat, and other things I’d rather not name assault my nostrils. It’s nearly overwhelming, but it’s an effective deterrent for those with suspicions about what goes on in this house.

As the door closes behind me, I get my first good look at the man that brought me here. He looks as one would imagine any poacher would look, with a scarred, grizzled face. Deep lines surround his mouth - ones that mark him as someone who would rather frown than smile. His left eye is cloudy, but it only adds to his intimidating appearance.

He gives me the same cursory once-over as I gave him. Frowning, he says, “You aren’t exactly what I was expecting.”

I bite down on the urge to tell him that he’s exactly what I expected. Instead, I say, “Appearances can be deceiving. Do you have the items?” From within my robe, I pull out a stack of bills tied together with a rubber band. The poacher’s eyes light up with greed. In truth, it is the only money I have on me - the duffel bag that I brought contains only counterfeit bills, though he won’t get close enough to it to discern the truth.

“I do. Follow me.” The man leads me over to a corner, where plywood and beams of wood lean against the wall. The items look as if they were brought in long ago to repair the house but were abandoned there. The poacher moves some of the items to the side, revealing a small crawl space that would have gone unnoticed had the wood remained there. After descending down a ladder built into the shaft at the end of the tunnel, we emerge into a surprisingly large, lavish area.

Piles upon piles of poached animal goods litter the giant room. In one corner, an unsturdy-looking pile of elephant tusks threatens to topple over and crush the skull of a rhino. In another corner, there is a stack of pelts so high that it nearly touches the ceiling. I pretend to look around with interest, inwardly disgusted by the utter disregard for animal life.

The poacher leans against the interest, watching as I move around the room. After a few minutes, he breaks the silence. “Well? Which of my goods catches your eye?”

I turn towards him, saying nothing. Under my gaze, he becomes visibly nervous. I step inside what could be considered his personal space. The poacher attempts to peer underneath my hood, but I know that he can’t see anything. I let the silence stretch out for dramatic effect before uttering one word: “You.”

As an expression of mixed confusion and fear crosses the man’s face, I remove the scarf covering the lower half of my face. Immediately the look of confusion is replaced with one of absolute horror as the poacher beholds my skeletal visage. I lean in and exhale directly into his face. In a matter of moments, his expression becomes glazed and he falls to the floor, unconscious.

Grinning inwardly - it’s surprisingly hard to communicate facial expressions when your face is a literal skull - I reach inside my robe for the items that I need to finish my task.

*****

When the poacher awakes, I’m sitting several feet away. I can tell that he’s struggling with the pain. I stand and walk over to him, noting the faint hope that’s blossomed in his eyes. “I’m not the Grim Reaper, if that’s what you were hoping for. I can’t grant your wish for death.” I incline my head, allowing my satisfaction at a job well done to infuse my voice. “I’m his cousin - the Grin Reaper. A slight difference in spelling, but an enormous difference in job duties.”

I pull the clear plastic bag out of my robe - the one that contains every single one of the poacher’s teeth; it’s a pittance compared to the pain that he’s caused to all those poor animals. Terror causes the man to start screaming, the sound weak and pitiful coming from his empty maw. I chuckle to myself as I tuck the bag back inside my robe and ascend the ladder, leaving the poor man behind. I have another appointment to make.

You’re the grim reaper’s cousin, the grin reaper, and let’s just say your work is…interesting.

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Holy HECK I want that trans pride knight shirt.

After your parents found out you are gay and kicked you out, the only place left for you to go was the magical forest. Write about your life.