Reblogged slaygoldponyboy
“some things aren’t meant to last” ok but consider this: I love permanence and consistency
Reblogged ranebowstitches
Literally the most important words ever spoken
Reblogged butchmasculinity
Everything is transgender everybody transgender
Sorry the article title is even funnier
Reblogged asterlark
i think im getting better! :) [another event occurs]
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Reblogged ranebowstitches
It's honestly kind of jarring being one of only two queer people at my job, because sometimes I'll see people who are obviously, visibly, unabashedly queer and mention it to one of my non-queer coworkers and they're like "why does it matter?" or "i don't care if someone is gay or straight or whatever" or "okay, and?" What they don't seem to understand is that I'm not being judgy when I point it out. That's nothing but queer joy babey.
A trans boy who's experimenting with hair dye and oversized hoodies and new names and has currently settled on a video game character? We love to see it.
A gay elder who has never explicitly told me that he's gay, but wears rainbows all the time, has a little pride pin on his hat, paints his nails, and mentions his gender-neutral "beloved" who loves Rocky Horror and Priscilla Queen of the Desert? Makes me want to cry from sheer happiness.
A woman and her daughter coming in to get library cards, and when I asked how many she'd like on her family account, she replies "three, for me, my daughter, and my wife"? Catch me trying not to burst with euphoric squealing at the circulation desk.
When I point these people out, it's because I'm happy to see them! I'm glad these people can live authentically and contentedly and that we can run into each other. I"m glad there are closeted people who can see the visibly queer folks and maybe get that little extra bit of confidence to live the way they want. I'm glad we don't have to hide!
Basically, I live and breathe that panel from Fun Home.
Reblogged straightboyfriend
New York
Reblogged butchmasculinity
maybe this time picking at Textures on my skin will lead to being silky smooth
bleeding
Reblogged trashdoggieantepenultimate
Thinking about that one Wendy Carlos video where she's boymoding and has the big fake glued on sideburns and the suit, but with beautifully shaped eyebrows and that t-girl voice, and shes completely and utterly unconvincing trying to pass as a man, but also shes just so excitedly infodumping about moog synthesizers and batting her eyelashes its hard not to fall in love with her.
This was one of Wendy's last television appearances for a very long time. She came out publicly nine years later in an interview with Playboy magazine and talked about how miserable she was at this point in her life. She'd released Switched-On Bach as Walter Carlos in October of 1968, less than a year after she'd begun HRT, when the physical changes were becoming more noticeable. Wendy had been living as a woman in her private and social life, but the public appearances and interviews she had to do in the wake of its commercial success and critical acclaim were a source of profound anxiety and dysphoria. Wendy used to cry in her hotel room as she applied the press-on sideburns, put on a wig to hide her long hair, and used an eyeliner to fake a five-o' clock shadow before going on television shows (and before her meeting with Stanley Kubrick to compose the soundtrack to A Clockwork Orange); few people bothered to hide their speculation and open disgust.
Over the next decade, she continued with the treatments and was able to afford gender affirming surgeries but released two more albums as “Walter”—fears for her safety and pressure from her record label made it unthinkable to do otherwise. That’s ten years of both public and creative isolation in a field she pioneered:
The fact that I couldn’t perform publicly stifled me. I lost a decade as an artist.I was unable to communicate with other musicians. There was no feedback. I would have loved to have gone onstage playing electronic-music concerts, as well as writing for more conventional media, such as the orchestra.
This is Wendy Carlos almost twenty years later. She was always beautiful, but right here? She’s fucking luminous.
It's really hard to get ahold of these days, but if you can find a copy of Secrets of Synthesis, I highly recommend it. We go over it a little bit in this episode of the radio show from 2019, but YouTube flagged it before it even went live, so it's just on dublab.
Turns out, she kind of hates modular synthesizers, the thing she's most well known for.
she’s still with us and she maintains her own website, for those who didn’t know
And here’s a quote from her I always think about.
Reblogged rigjuice
With vanilla extract being a meme, I wanted to share some black history of Edmond Albius a black slave who revolutionized vanilla pollination.
He used a technique he learned of pollinating melons to polinate the orchids to create the vanilla beans. Vanilla was rare and a luxury mainly due to only being able to be pollinated by its natural pollinator in Mexico.
unfortanely, he didnt receive any money for his discovery despite being called the main man who revolutionized pollination, he died in poverty...
everyone say thank you Edmond
Reblogged theukebandit
the weird pro-eugenics breeding fetish right are like “ah all the losers are castrating themselves and/or refusing to breed. good that the disabled faggots are taking themselves out of the gene pool” ahaha just because disabled faggots stop reproducing doesn’t mean we won’t stop randomly spawning. in your very own genetic line maybe.
I don’t have to reproduce to know that I will be reflected in future generations 😎
Reblogged beemojis
If I were president of Doctor Who, I'd make a Simpsons episode and I'm not joking
Doctor Who and his bestie of the week arrive in a perfectly normal, if particularly eventful, small town in modern day earth, full of quirky characters who have all been stuck in time for close to 40 years. They aren't trapped in the 80s, though, time keeps moving forward, but the people don't. They're aware of the passage of time, but not of their static nature. Their young son has celebrated 35 Christmases and 35 tenth birthdays and he remembers all of them, he just hasn't put together that this is too many for someone who would, if pressed, claim to have been born in 2014. Their daughter remembers being 8 in 2004, in 1998, in 1989, but she's sure she was born in 2016. The 44-year-old school principal has PTSD flashbacks from a war that should've been over five years before he was born. The parents are in their late 30s but their worn, elderly voices tell a very different story. What's causing this? Is it ethical for the doctor to make the residents aware of their condition, or to fix it, knowing Grandpa might crumble to dust if he does the math on his age? Should a state of affairs be allowed to persist like this for so long?
