#shit story

[outhousesitter]

A Special Spring Day Errand

It was a gorgeous late Spring morning, running some errands when my lower gut started sending me a message. Still had errands but could be done with a short detour to mall, the place of my favorite public restroom. My favorite because it almost out of public sight tucked away in the corner of the store’s men’s clothing department. Favorite because it was small with two toilet stalls, two urinals, never busy and dead quiet, the latter important for exercising my proclivities of enjoying the sound and smell created by a man on the toilet in animal mode having a movement.

Well, forget “never busy.” I entered to find both stalls in use and a guy waiting. I moved up beside him and started banter about the fine weather. Very personable and masculine attractiveness, 30ish. As I’m wont to do, checking out his butt nicely wrapped in faded Levi’s, rear seat seam disappearing into his ass cleft. It didn’t take long to pick up on the aroma of sweat his body was giving off. He was wearing an ID card, probably a worker in the mall. The gents in the stalls were not vacating. I could tell this man was getting uncomfortable shifting weight from one leg to the other. He walked over to one of the urinals, unzipped, started a stream of piss but there was another sound. He was releasing some gut gas into the seat of those Levi’s. Finished, he came back to wait and brought the aroma of that fart with him. Clearly the smell of a man ready to have a bowel movement and soon.

 Finally, one of the stall occupants flushed and left. My newfound “friend” quickly entered, closing the stall door behind him. I moved as close to the stall as possible without being seen. He unbuckled belt, unzipped and dropped the Levi’s to his ankles. What? No underwear? The sniffing value of those Levi’s just went up a notch. As soon as he sat down, the clear sounds of a slow hissing gut gas release into the toilet and a moist movement crackling out of his ass hole. Nice plop. A few grunts, the second movement crackled its way plopping into the toilet with a short fart. In a couple of seconds, a robust fart echoed in the room, another push and crackle of a third movement emerging. He grabbed a wad of toilet paper, wiped once. Fixed his pants. Leaving the stall he winked and said “have fun.” I hope he enjoyed his bowel movement as much as I did!

 I entered the stall. His musky body and fresh shit aroma still hung deliciously in the stall. The toilet was not flushed. There were his three dark brown well shaped movements in the bottom of the toilet, one partially covered with shit-stained toilet paper. Now I think I know why he said “have fun.” I decided to sit on the toilet and have a movement right on top of his.. Got up, didn’t wipe or flush that aromatic toilet full of shit and left.

 I hoped the guy who stayed in the one stall enjoyed the sounds and smells of two men in full animal mode.

[hippolyta-vi]

Imagine this. You're visiting the Netherlands and you've just been out for dinner. After dinner you go on a picturesque walk, not ready to return to your hotel, but you feel a turning in your stomach. It isn't too bad so you ignore it and enjoy your night. You decide to go clubbing and dance the night away. Back at your hotel you decide to take a shower and wash away the sweat and grime acquired from a day's worth of traveling, walking, and clubbing. That feeling in your stomach returns when you're in the shower and you try to rush to the toilet but before you can, you drop a deuce.

What to do?! You've now shit in a shower...IN THE NETHERLANDS!

Only one solution.

Stroopwafel stomp.

[endusviolence]

Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?

I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?

In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".

Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.

This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.

Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.

The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]

There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.

This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.

[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]

As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.

But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?

Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.

[liquidstar]

Yes, Greece still exists, we didn't all die 2000 years ago. Yes, people speak Greek. You people are so fucking stupid for real. So many of you claim to love ancient shit but can't even acknowledge the actual living culture of the people whose mythology and classics you romanticize. You keep leaving annoying comments about how you just forget Greek people still exist, thinking you're being quirky because you love ancient stuff soooo much that you forgot about the people it came from. You think about it so little you don't even realize that an actual Greek person has to read this shit, making it clear how little you actually care about the culture beyond the romanticized (and westernized) mythology. Don't claim you love Greece, don't use our mythology anymore if you can't acknowledge that we're still around without making it about how little you think about us. It's mind boggling that you'd think a Greek person would read this and think you're anything but obnoxious. Explode.

[homoqueerjewhobbit]

Reading fetish erotica with absolutely pristine and morally upright consent and neat and tidy safer sex practices is like watching a Fast and Furious movie where they stop at every stop sign and signal for every lane change and always obey the speed limit.

[emerson-the-psycho]

Random shit story:

I was at a movie theater and while getting the tickets, I realized the blanket I brought was still in the car.

I went to go get it.

The movie theater had music and I realized they were playing I'm Good (Blue) which I love.

I started dancing in my little stimmy awkward dumb way, mouthing the words, and when I turned the corner to leave the movies, I had my eyes closed.

When I opened them I was met with the faces of a VERY confused group of elderly people.

I ran out into the car and spent twenty minutes rethinking my life decisions looking for the blanket :)

[kiaxet]

I think my favorite aspect of the Hades II announcement is the idea that, somewhere in the underworld, a very thunderstruck Zagreus is demanding, "What do you MEAN, I have a sister?!"

[toss-a-coin-to-your-stan-account]

pride and prejudice enjoyers when the main characters make choices based on both their pride and their prejudice

[prettydjarinsoloinspires]

anyway the person Loki went back to ultimately ask what he should do was Mobius.

the person who couldn’t continue the job they’d been doing for eons because it was too painful without Loki was Mobius.

the person who stood alone in the second to last shot was Mobius.

the person who’s voice Loki heard at the end of time was Mobius.

if you don’t think that’s winning i don’t know what to tell you.

give me painful, bittersweet, star-crossed lovers over nothing at all any day.

[nerdpoe]

Damian summons a sparring partner.

He got grounded for excessive use of force, and decided that if Father and Grayson wouldn't spar with him, then he'd just summon a creature to do it for them.

What he got, after following the instructions on a heavily researched being of great destruction, was a floating dead hero built like a brick shithouse.

The Ghost had seemed shocked, before listening to Damian's plight and laughing nonstop for seven minutes.

Then he'd agreed to spar with Damian, on the grounds that "it'll be funny".

Or; Dan was told to do community service, and his summoning sigil was posted on the internet to those who would "need" it, at Clockwork's discretion. He got summoned by a tiny kid claiming to be Robin. A kid who wants to "spar". Sure. Dan'll teach him how to really fight, fuck whatever bullshit that no-killing pussy was trying to teach him. When he's done with the kid, the brat'll be able to take down a Super.

[ruiiplume]

Happy 17th anniversary Twilight Princess ✨

[magnetothemagnificent]

Literally every conversation with a colleague/peer in the academic field I'm in (anthropology, with a focus on human prehistory and human evolution) upon them learning I'm an observant religious Jew goes like this:

Person: "Sorry if this is a personal question, but how do you.... y'know......deal with it?"

Me: "Deal with what?"

Person: "Y'know...... y'know......your religion......"

Me: "Meaning?"

Person: "Well, um, how old do you believe the earth is?"

Me: "I follow the geological consensus, which is approximately 4.5 Billion years"

Person: "But......but.....your Bible says that it's 6,000 years old....."

Me: "Technically 5,783 years, so you're wrong there, haha"

Person: "Okay but how do you....how do you reconcile that with science?"

Me: "I don't need to reconcile it. They're not in opposition."

Person: "??"

Me: "The plain text in the Tanakh states that it has been 5,783 years since the creation of Adam, and consequently the world. Judaism has never been about taking the text in the Tanakh plainly, there's always deeper meanings. Who's to say that the 5,783 years aren't just the years since a couple named Adam and Eve met and copulated, triggering the begining of the lineage of Abraham, Moses, and the entire Jewish lineage, and that the six days of creation aren't six phases which are actually pretty in-line with our understanding of evolution?"

Person: "But.....some people believe that it's literally been 5,783 years since the earth was literally created!"

Me: "Okay..... that's what they believe. I don't see how it should bother me, especially considering we're in the field of anthropology where we try to study other patterns of belief, not cast judgement upon them."

Person: "But other Jews believe that!!!"

Me: "Again.....why should that affect my religious and academic senses of self? Judaism has never been a monolith of belief, anyway."

Person: "But-"

[soranker]

tomorrow :)

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

got a worm nibbling my brain. can someone help me find a piece of obscure media?

webcomic/indie comic from the 2010s. basically a sci-fi short story about a young girl (with red hair?) who was being raised by scientists as part of an experiment. she receives a haircut/has her head shaved, in preparation for her annual brain scan/testing. it is revealed that while her body is human, her "brain" is artificial, made of computer implants throughout her skull and spine. at some point her biological mother (also a scientist on the same campus?) encounters her and is repulsed, viewing her as a machine who has murdered her daughter.

it was very poignant and it bruised my heart and i can NOT find it anywhere

[fleshdyke]

me when theres themes and motifs and symbolism and storytelling and colour language

[myhyperfixationisiforgot]

Look it is very important to me that everyone knows that Sophie is also fucking nuts in the book. Everybody always talks about how absurd Howl in the book but Sophie is right there with him.

She's so determined to be the normal sister that she's just actually convinced herself that the magic she is clearly, visibly, blatantly performing happens to everyone. Just. You know. Not anyone around her. The curse wore off weeks ago and she's just totally sure she's happier as an old woman. Her sisters have initiated some complex long-game tomfoolery to switch lives and Sophie also thinks that this is the most logical choice.

Sophie does not move in with a romantic mythic man who treats her right, she moves in with a runaway doctoral candidate who immediately dates her sister and drags her into his family drama. She and Howl are both so afraid of romantic commitment they accidentally trick themselves into becoming life partners. They kill the witch of the waste mostly on a whim, and they argue about which one of them is more impulsive for doing so the whole time.