Imagine going to a party and the white suburban stay at home mom with two overachiever kids and white dad who barbeques but doesn’t know how to barbeque and yet is always surrounded by other white Dads who compliment his barbqeuing even though they’re just store bought preshaped frozen patties from Ralph’s or Food 4 Less and while he’s cooking those the white mom comes out and says “okay kids, here’s some pizza!” And she pulls this out and starts telling the kids why its a “fun pizza” and then cries in her master bedroom when no one likes it or finishes it and the white dad is then consoling her why she sobs that she’s a terrible mother and ruined her fourth grade straight B+ sons birthday and thinks her kids hate her but they don’t care but she continues crying softly into her pillow while the children eat poorly cooked burgers with unmelted kraft singles and too much mayonnaise and the only other condiments are two pickles and pepper because the dad calls it his special burger with a secret spice but the spice was just pepper and the kids just keep playing E rated games on their Nintendo Wii while the 17 year old older sister starts cleaning the tragedy up and throwing away uneaten “fun pizza” and whole burgers dejected from the start while she dials Pizza Hut to get these kids an actual birthday lunch and the mother then throws a fit because the daughter did something the kids liked and she didn’t and was the only one making a huge deal out of it and the daughter was then grounded from her TV in her room for only two days and the son went to blow out the candles in his standard birthday cake from food 4 less the mom added strawberries to so she could feel she did something but was still slightly teary and sad because her day was ruined by no one wanting to eat her “fun pizza”

always so touching and vibrant when you remember people a hundred years ago had profound lives full of fun and love

my great grandparents met because they were both telephonist-telegraphists and they used to communicate in spoken morse code so that their kids wouldn’t understand the dirty jokes they were saying. And my great-aunt was telling me the other day about how her father would sit with his kids during stormy nights and hug them as they looked out the window and he pointed out how beautiful the lightning was. Because he didn’t want them to be afraid. It isn’t far away but it’s easy to forget that people are people are people

isn’t it cool that we still take silly pictures where we pretend to put our baby niece for sale or where we pretend to officiate a funeral on the beach? I think that’s neat

In one of my family’s old photo albums from around the 1910’s-20’s there’s a picture of a dog sitting on a chair and wearing a hat.

This is my great grandma and her friends on a beach in Connecticut in 1918.

some of my faves are the ones where people have a new outfit or car, maybe even a hot date or the squad’s looking good tonight and they just had to capture their own coolness on film

i mean you're right, i started transitioning about eight months after this, but i have no idea how you got that from the post

KIBBY

White horse eating flowers

Me: I don't get it. I thought I was doing a lot better than I was a few years ago. I'm like 10 times more on top of things than I used to be. How does everything feel terrible now?

The Tiny Me in OSHA-approved Hi-Vis Gear Who lives in my brain and pulls all the levers: Boss, it's the fascism. You're completely gunked up with cortisol due to the fact that your entire daily life is now underscored with a haunting awareness of the rapid erosion of your rights, dignity, and any and all social safety nets, and you're also bearing witness to the most vulnerable people immediately being persecuted. This creates a natural stress response that basically means you're going to continue having memory and organizational problems, as well as emotional imbalances.

Me: BUT I HAVE A BULLET JOURNAL AND I MEDITATE NOW.

Tiny OSHA Me: BOSS, THE FASCISM.

Jyn Erso in Rogue One: a Star Wars Story (2016)

Girl wearing a collar and leash with a big orange vest that reads "Therapy Dog" cheerfully ordering two cheeseburgers for herself and the socially anxious girl holding the other end of the leash

I've made viral posts before- hell, I've made more viral posts before. But judging from the three separate pieces of art in as many days, Therapy Dog has really struck a particular chord

nothing that a haircut and a wardrobe update and a detox and a sex change and a fake ID and getting medicated and selling all my stuff and faking my death and moving country can't fix

Summer Berry Mix 🍓🫐 ♡⊹˚₊

@mutationgirl had to make your tags become reality

this was missing the incredibly important next picture where she got mad at the camera like its their fault she bit the soap

Trans Visibility Day <3

Prepare to be perceived OvO

ill be real i do look kinda hot with a two-day stubble. if we were like 40 years into a proper gender abolition movement i would probably wear it, unfortunately i have to constantly interact with cis people (and like 70% of queer spaces lets be real), and wearing a beard while trying to be respected as a woman and get she/her'd is just kneecapping myself.

if you can't tell i wrote this with the knowledge that if i just said "i wish i could be a girl and have a beard" i would get a dozen "you can! just do it!" and like. im sorry but im 5'11' and shaped like a dorito and my voice is a natural baritone unless im putting effort into it. if i actually want people to see me as a woman (and i do), i am NOT working with a lot of GNC wiggle room here.

in general i'm just constantly walking the line and questioning myself in regards to "do i like looking fem or am i doing this so people will respect my gender" and i think it varies from moment to moment