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joob (jean boob)

Callie Wright, in an interview on the podcast “Gender Reveal” made a really good point about how our stories are often told in such a way as to not be about *us* but to be about the situation and struggles and adaptations of those around us.

This is what happens when cis people tell our stories. Even when they do it well, they center the cis characters. The cis partners of trans folks. The parents of trans children. The adult children of older trans folks.

Our perspectives aren’t considered nearly as relatable and so they are set aside.

And this is one of the reasons I love “Nevada”—at the end of the day it’s half Maria’s story and half James’ but in no way is it about cis people.

One day I hope I have a story worth telling, and you can best believe it will center us.

drinking my morning tea n thinking bout my gf

"I sent them a message" can mean you texted them or that you threatened to shoot them with a gun, and I think that's beautiful

@wilbr @kiilas it was pretty much standard practice to respect the pronouns of trans characters in medieval texts. The best-known example is a 13th c. French poem called Silence, in which the author changes the pronouns of the main character depending on how the character is presenting at that point in the story. The majority of texts I've read follow this pattern

OH:

"Some rando on the internet: I ported doom to this Backstreet Boys hit clips player from 1998

Multimillion dollar gaming corporation: wait, wait, OK. Hold on, hold on, wait. Ok, ok. Ok, try-no, hold on..."

When you’re rich it’s called a loophole, when you’re poor it’s called fraud

the people i follow on this site are some of the smartest, most literate people i've ever come across, and their most popular posts are like, "taint smell like a fam"

There's always a bigger top...

im not ashamed to admit that i love my traditionally gorgeous and impossibly shapely wife -- others may mock her heaving bosom or her powerful glutes or her thick mane of lustrous curls or her taut, golden skin but me, i am proud to have insane amounts of torrid sex with her, my disgusting, sexy wife

Kids, gender is pretty fucked up

I can't believe Kib Razorsubtle is dead. That did not shock me.

— Zan Toltotònul, sheriff

I was near to my own Bed. No, I'm not interested.

— Vutok Saziruker, Recruit

*sings*
Iii wanna hug somebody
I wanna cuddle up with somebody
Yeah I wanna hug somebody
Hug somebody who loves me.

happy crying about girls rn

“If being gay was a choice, I'd be gayer”

I taught striking. That was satisfying.

— Tekkud Thizkol, Recruit