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mulder said gertrude stein (derogatory)

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Aaaaand one more cos I'm having fun with the emojis

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is christmas kink problematic? *gets EXTREMELY defensive when you ask me to explain what that even means*

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i love posts that are like “life doesn’t end at 25! it’s ok to have new experiences and meet new people at 26, or even 27 :-)”

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completely enamoured with this thread

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i always convince myself i dont sound that weird and then i go out in the world and get involved in anything longer than transactional small talk and its like ohhh thats right ive only been hanging out with gay people who speak in riddles

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THE FIFTH ELEMENT (1997) dir. Luc Besson —costume design & original sketches by Jean Paul Gaultier

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Pick LITERALLY any other picture for cillian murphy I beg

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“I forget what it’s like being around trans women,” he admits. “That for once, I’m not the only one constantly analyzing the gender dynamics of every situation to play my role.”

“Welcome back,” she says, seeming considerably cheered. “You must have also forgotten that I taught you everything you know.”

“Please. The student surpassed the master long ago.”

“Girl, you wish.”

It’s like coming home, that quick “girl.” Something warmer and sweeter than the spring sun heating his neck and the ice cream lingering on his tongue. It’s scary-seductive, emphasis on scary. Start looking for that kind of comfort and he’s bound to make a fool of himself.

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The temptation to beg for inclusion pulled at him every time he spotted a trans woman on the street, on the train. A stab of need for recognition by her. Most apostates must feel similar, whether Amish, Muslim, ex-gay, whatever.

Back when he lived as a trans woman, hardly anyone spoke about detransition. It was treated as the purview of conversion therapists and tabloid headlines: He Was a Man, Then a Woman, Then Back to a Man! The topic of detransition was boring—the reasons for it were never complex: Life as a trans woman was difficult and so people gave up. Even worse, to discuss the possibility of detransition gave hope to the lunacy of bigots who wished that trans women would simply detransition (i.e., cease to exist in any kind of visible, and hence meaningful, way).

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When Amy detransitioned herself, she promised never to let anyone see her as she had seen William that night. Never to pant for inclusion from trans women. Ames wanted no pity and rejected their disgust. But despite Ames’s rigid need for dignity, for all the careful lines he drew to respect the differences in how he lived and how trans women lived, they called to him in a siren song. Whenever a girl passed, the William inside of him begged to be let free, to run toward her pleading pathetically to be noticed, to bask in every moment of her icked-out attention. The obvious answer to keeping other girls’ pity and disgust at bay had been the hardest—the addict’s moment of clarity: Cut off those girls cold turkey. Because a single indulgence, and you’re William.

The past is past to everyone but ghosts.

Except now, hear the whispered call, feel that ache: Girl, you wish.

— Torrey Peters, Detransition, Baby

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when i start writing again. then you all will be sorry

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