// Atlas //
Late 20s //
disaster he/þey/it, killer of daughters (3 so far) //
i draw sometimes //
im just a guy with the 'tism //

mister13eyond:

Seeing a lot of new people show up in my notes with like “proship dni” or whatever so RENT LOWERING GUNSHOT: IM AN ADULT WHO DOES NOT CARE IF PEOPLE HAVE PROBLEMATIC SHIPS, IM OLD AND BELIEVE TABOO FICTION IS SAFE AND HEALTHY, IM AN OLD MAN WHO THINKS IT’S FINE TO HAVE SHIPS THAT WOULD BE BAD IN REAL LIFE, I BELIEVE IN TABOO KINKS AS HEALING PLACES, I DO NOT DO SHIP DISCOURSE, I THINK IT’S OKAY TO WRITE ABOUT BAD THINGS HAPPENING TO GOOD PEOPLE WITHOUT CONDEMNING IT IN THE NARRATIVE, I THINK IT’S OKAY TO GET OFF TO MAKE BELIEVE BAD THINGS!!! THANKS

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glorianas:

glorianas:

you can discuss the problems within academia literally forever and you probably should but “historians are trying to keep information from you” is always going to be an anti-intellectual, reactionary opinion, sorry, literally no way around that

if you literally don’t even know what a professional historian does at work daily and you literally think it’s oppression for someone to ask you to crack open a book every now and then, i promise it’s not a historian’s fault why you don’t know anything

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diehellasrache:

derinthescarletpescatarian:

apollos-boyfriend:

apollos-boyfriend:

the thing about cis people is there’s nothing they love more than outing a trans acquaintance for literally no reason

had a guy i met not even 10 minutes ago turn to me and go “so i have this mtf friend-” then proceed to tell a story that had absolutely nothing to do with her gender/transition. they’re truly fascinating people

My good friend who’s a very supportive pediatrician and raising a trans child was telling me a story about her friend and was like “they’re an AFAB nonbinary” and I had to be like. It’s great that you’re learning the terminology but why are you telling me about your friend’s genitals. Is their birth certificate relevant to the story.

this generation’s equivalent of my aunt who tells me the race of everyone involved in this wholly unracerelated anecdote

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twobitcathedral:

shamebats:

sometimesraven:

genderkoolaid:

i think the anon got deleted (?) but y'all should check out Jude Doyle’s new essay

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“Being treated like an enemy and a traitor because we had the temerity to survive is seemingly one of the core transmasculine experiences.

…Trans men are literally dying in the closet, just to prove to you how good they are, how not-toxic and not-sexist and not-selfish they are, how committed they are to "changing womanhood from the inside,” how much they care about you and about women and about feminism – they’re dying, and they’re still trying to keep you comfortable, and you can’t be bothered to care about them for one brief second. Take that thought home, sit with it, eat with it, let it sing you to sleep. What does that tell you about who you are?“

Damn.

I want to hold this essay to my chest and rock and rock and rock with it. So much of this has been my experience as a trans masculine person, in a way that I’ve recognized but had such a hard time articulating. I’ve almost died in my attempts to flatten myself out into some strangled version of womanhood, to be a good feminist, to be non-threatening, to be palatable.

It was such a relief to finally transition and just get to be me. To not hide from my body anymore. To not hide from myself. And this discomfort around being able to still call myself feminist… I’m so grateful to Jude for articulating this.

sourdough-seal:

bingewatching will never come close to bingereading. there is nothing like blocking out the entire Earth for ten hours to read a book in one sitting no food no water no shower no bra and emerging at the end with no idea what time it is or where you are, a dried-up prune that’s sensitive to light and loud noises because you’ve been in your room in the dark reading by the glow of a single LED. it’s like coming back after a three-month vacation in another dimension and now you have to go downstairs and make dinner. absolutely transcendental