Ok but as a dysphoric trans man the whole ‘you need dysphoria to be trans’ actually baffles me because even tho I’ve always has crippling dysphoria, it didn’t actually help me figure out my gender at all. I usually dismissed my dysphoria as ‘internalized misogyny’ or just not being feminine enough, which actually just caused me worse dysphoria.
You know what made me figure out that I’m trans though? Gender euphoria. The minute I got called a ‘sir’ is the moment that I realized, “shit this feels right.” And at that point I realized that I could no longer deny the fact that I’m not a woman and that I couldn’t keep living as one.
Here’s a hot take: maybe being trans isn’t so much about how uncomfortable you can be in your AGAB, but rather how much more comfortable you can be.
Tag: queueball
a list of current immortals
- florence welch: probably like 200 BCE celtic queen
- keeanu reeves: 1500 renaissance hoe
- jeff goldblum: late 1800′s i would guess
- harry styles: fairly new immortal, 1970′s
- lorde: 1920′s flapper era
- hozier: man who even knows, rough estimate is like, 400 BCE
- john mulaney: 1930′s/40′s, still bitter about the great depression probably and if he could put it in a bit with out being #exposed he would
- paul rudd: newest to the immortal club, didn’t age past the 1990′s
Ready for a long ace-centric metaphor about sex?
Alright, so. Coffee. I don’t drink coffee. I have no desire to drink coffee. I find people who enthusiastically go on about the flavor differences of lattes, espressos, and french press brews, both amusing and mildly baffling. All the coffee ads. Coffee jokes. Bustling coffee shops. To me, all coffee is similarly bitter and unpleasant. I have been through so many “Try this, it’s sweet! You can’t even taste the coffee!” Alas, I always can. And I’m sensitive to caffeine anyway. So, I don’t really think about drinking it when I wake up or am tired.
Yet I love the smell of coffee. I love the idea of coffee. The feeling of a warm cup taking the chill from my fingers, the cozy ritual of having a drink and chat.
I might try someone’s coffee. If they ask, if I want to please them and share in something they enjoy.
I am also perfectly capable of learning the preferences of those I care about and creating a cup for their pleasure.
But I don’t want coffee, generally speaking. I will probably make a face after trying their coffee and wash the taste out with something else. They may rush to reassure me that it is an acquired taste. And I’ll have to reply that it’s a taste I don’t particularly care about acquiring in the way they did. ‘Drink it till you like it’ will never work for me.
But that doesn’t mean I am against coffee or think people shouldn’t drink it. Doesn’t mean I’ve taken a vow to never drink any. And sure, maybe if you get one of those sugar and whipped cream disasters, more of a warm milkshake than a cup of coffee, I’ll probably be happier sipping it with you. But honestly? I’d rather smell someone else’s coffee and not be expected to drink it. I’d really rather have the heat and sweetness of my hot cocoa.
I love this
The best part is it works for ALLLL the ace spectrum! Maybe you like one specific type of coffee on rare occasions! Maybe you enjoy coffee when you’re sharing the drink with someone! Maybe you can’t even stand the smell of coffee!
This needs to be on my blog.
Ready for a long ace-centric metaphor about sex?
Alright, so. Coffee. I don’t drink coffee. I have no desire to drink coffee. I find people who enthusiastically go on about the flavor differences of lattes, espressos, and french press brews, both amusing and mildly baffling. All the coffee ads. Coffee jokes. Bustling coffee shops. To me, all coffee is similarly bitter and unpleasant. I have been through so many “Try this, it’s sweet! You can’t even taste the coffee!” Alas, I always can. And I’m sensitive to caffeine anyway. So, I don’t really think about drinking it when I wake up or am tired.
Yet I love the smell of coffee. I love the idea of coffee. The feeling of a warm cup taking the chill from my fingers, the cozy ritual of having a drink and chat.
I might try someone’s coffee. If they ask, if I want to please them and share in something they enjoy.
I am also perfectly capable of learning the preferences of those I care about and creating a cup for their pleasure.
But I don’t want coffee, generally speaking. I will probably make a face after trying their coffee and wash the taste out with something else. They may rush to reassure me that it is an acquired taste. And I’ll have to reply that it’s a taste I don’t particularly care about acquiring in the way they did. ‘Drink it till you like it’ will never work for me.
But that doesn’t mean I am against coffee or think people shouldn’t drink it. Doesn’t mean I’ve taken a vow to never drink any. And sure, maybe if you get one of those sugar and whipped cream disasters, more of a warm milkshake than a cup of coffee, I’ll probably be happier sipping it with you. But honestly? I’d rather smell someone else’s coffee and not be expected to drink it. I’d really rather have the heat and sweetness of my hot cocoa.
I love this
The best part is it works for ALLLL the ace spectrum! Maybe you like one specific type of coffee on rare occasions! Maybe you enjoy coffee when you’re sharing the drink with someone! Maybe you can’t even stand the smell of coffee!
This needs to be on my blog.
CROWCORE
- similar to goblincore but more goth
- shiny stuff, wearing black, birds
- vulture culture (crow culture???) if youre into that kind of thing, if not thats chill
- stealing ur friends food (not mandatory but encouraged)
- you could steal food from people who are not your friends but do so at your own risk
you must be
- an absolute bastard
- smart but also a dumbass (true dumbasses also welcome)
- vengeful as hell
- you obviously gotta like crows to be crowcore like how are you even goth if you dont like those funky little birds
finally. a community for me.
Wonder Woman and sassy Batman. This image is based off of a series of tweets by Chris Sims that I included above. I thought it was funny, so I drew it.
Fan. Tastic.
Now Justice League sounds great.
some stupid ideas for dnd characters while i fight depression and boredom:
half elf, half tabaxi, full asshole
demon pretending to be a tiefling
doppelganger who took over someone’s life but had no idea they were an adventurer or into shady shit and is having a lot of trouble with trying to keep his identity up
some more:
monk that is DEFINITELY not saitama from opm but beefier
orc bard with low charisma and gets very nervous around cute people
someone who doesn’t have a tragic backstory. their parents are alive and well, they write to them all the time about their adventures, and their parents support their adventuring and send them things they might need
low intelligence wizard
low intelligence female barbarian whos just here for a good time
a cleric or warlock who’s married to their patron and very in love
warlock whose patron is their parent and they’re basically studying abroad on the human plane
a ranger whose companion is actually the ranger, but their bodies got switched
If you wanna use one of these lmk and send me updates on them
A human who’s from a family of tieflings. Someone in the family made a deal with a demon and the magic got weirded out so much it turned them human.
a druid who is just poison ivy, or dresses just like her
Dragonborn who look like crocodiles and speak with a southern accent
Shardmind or warforged who speaks like GLaDOS
Gunslinger dragonborn, but instead of using a gun, they shoot bullets from their mouth in a breath attack
A bard who uses an omatone
A timid human who looks like ur run of the mill wizard or librarian, but turns out to be a barbarian. All their rage comes from thinking about people who’ve bullied him or thinking about library late fees
#THESE ARE ALL VERY GOOD….. #CROCODILE DRAGONBORN ALTERNATIVE: A CROC DRAGONBORN WHO’S JUST STEVE IRWIN
you’re so fucking valid
A centaur rogue. Just imagine, you’re working as a guard in a deep, dark dungeon. You’re chatting with the other guard on duty, when suddenly you both hear a quiet “clip-clop-clip-clop” roaming through the corridors.
Big Gay Dracula Does a Shitpost 