My long overdue tribute to Nex Benedict.
I'm no poet, nor am I a composer, rewriting this song I love was the least I could do for a teen who was brutally robbed of their life.
Pour the wine and raise a cup
Drink up, siblings, you know why
And for dear Nex, please spill a drop
A new angel soars in the sky
Some birds sing when the sun shines bright
My praise is not for them
But the one who sang in the dead of night
I raise my cup to him
My sorrow is immeasurable
It stretches far and wide
Perhaps I will forever mourn
This child who shouldn't have died
Some flowers bloom
Where the green grass grows
My praise is not for them
But the one who bloomed in the bitter snow
I raise my cup to him
I raise my cup and drink it up
I raise it high and drink it dry
To darling Nex and all of us
Goodnight, siblings, goodnight.
Adapted from "We Raise Our Cups" and "I Raise My Cup to Him" from the musical Hadestown by Anaïs Mitchell.
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You've got biology, babe. 🧬
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I learned recently from family members that EMTs and paramedics are having trouble right now with people in accidents refusing to say whether they are biologically male or female, stating it’s “none of their business” and “doesn’t matter.”
Friends, IT DOES MATTER! Male and female bodies ARE biologically different and can exhibit similar symptoms for different reasons, and if the EMT doesn’t know which you are, THEY MAY NOT BE ABLE TO TREAT YOU because they can’t be sure what’s wrong! This is not a matter of gender politics, it is a matter of life and death! PLEASE, be honest with your healthcare provider, especially in an emergency! THEY DO NEED TO KNOW!
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i think my favorite thing about what testosterone has done for me is how much it has changed my personality.
but i never changed into an “angry violent angsty monster” like everyone said i would.
im a new person, in the best way possible.
i used to be extremely reserved. i never said what i wanted, and didn’t care about anything. i had no motivation, and i was generally just a bummer. i didn’t talk to anyone, and didn’t feel at home with myself.
i was told people forgot i existed often.
now i’m happy. i’m talkative, and i love going out and having new experiences. i walk with my head high, and i’m assertive. i’m optimistic, and i love myself.
because now, i love my body and my voice.
you don’t realize how much key aspects of yourself strain from your own misery and hatred for yourself, until it’s gone.
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Pins for my punk vest ((from RazNasty on etsy!))
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Raha Ajoudani is an Iranian 17 year old trans women and activist who has been arrested by the Islamic Republic for protesting for her basic human rights. Because she's still early in her transition, she will be tried as a gay man, which is punishable with execution.
The global LGBTQ community HAS to have her back now. Say her name to save her life. Blow her up on every social media platform you can thing of, make tweets, share on ig, anything. Make her viral.
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everytime i explain that i was aware of my gender identity at 5, I get ignorant cis people telling me, "I DON'T REMEMBER ANYTHING AT 5 SO YOU MUST BE LYING." Growing up being trans without acceptance and care is very traumatic. I was very vocal about being a boy and I was ignored and thrown to the side to deal with it on my own. female puberty made it 10x worse and 10x more traumatic. Maybe if we just accepted trans kids, they wouldn't be so traumatized growing up as trans kids. stop saying kids can't know. I knew who i was before i even knew what trans people were. kids are not dumb.
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