Watching parts of the trans community be horrible to each other over diy HRT when we most need to be in solidarity.
Fwiw: diy HRT is both obviously risky and also obviously necessary for many. The risks are unfairly distributed (as with many things), and our obligation should be both to support folks who choose to diy and also fight for full healthcare coverage for everyone. There’s no contradiction.
Never get tired a this un...
"Years ago, anthropologist Margaret Mead was asked by a student what she considered to be the first sign of civilization in a culture. The student expected Mead to talk about fishhooks or clay pots or grinding stones.
But no.
Mead said that the first sign of civilization in an ancient culture was a femur (thighbone) that had been broken and then healed.
Mead explained that in the animal kingdom, if you break your leg, you die.
You cannot run from danger, get to the river for a drink or hunt for food.
You are meat for prowling beasts.
No animal survives a broken leg long enough for the bone to heal.
A broken femur that has healed is evidence that someone has taken time to stay with the one who fell, has bound up the wound, has carried the person to safety and has tended the person through recovery.
Helping someone else through difficulty is where civilization starts, Mead said."
We are at our best when we serve others.
Be civilized.
36 years old and still #doodling on my class notes.
Today I’m finishing my last class in the core curriculum for Zen Shiatsu.
(Which means only four electives, an externship, and about a dozen practice sessions to go…)
We learned about end-of-life protocols this morning. Heavy stuff that requires a light touch. Really important and profound.
Continuing to think about this in the light of morning. Why did I post anyway if I thought there was a risk?
Because it’s important for trans people to be seen expressing #transjoy in places where it may be unexpected. As long as the risk feels manageable, it’s important that we don’t hide ourselves from communities we are supposedly a part of.
“There’s no limit to the number of beloveds for the truly loving.” — Robert A.F. Thurman
Hard drug mention (in a song)
So - meth, not even once. But this song goes so hard that I’ve listened to it at least once a day for the last three days
hoper of far-flung hopes, dreamer of improbable dreams Former theatre kid. Current dnd player, Zen Amateur, and polytheist. #transgender #nonbinary #adhd