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Where the locus of someone's gender might be depends strongly on the person. For what I consider to be the most interesting cases, I'll be talking about trans people mostly. There are some who knew from a young age "deep down" what their true gender is, and for them, it might be located in their heart. For others (like me) who realized it older after thinking about it, the brain could be the locus. (I've long maintained that no matter what AGAB I'd been, I would have turned out some kind of trans; it feels like it's my mind that rebels against being forced into one or the other box.)

There are of course those that have a very strong need to have or not have a certain anatomical feature. For them, I can imagine the locus of gender would be there, because that's where their thoughts on gender tend to focus. One interesting case from a cis+ guy I know seems to very strongly associate his gender with his beard, and when forced to shave it described feelings that sounded like gender dysphoria. That could plausibility be his gender's "bind point."

Still others conceptualize their gender through action, since all sorts of tasks people do with their hands are (unnecessarily) gendered, so people with strong feelings about those particular acts might have that be their locus of gender. Even not taking Vorins into account, it seems reasonable that the hands could be where someone's gender lives.

Where do you need to stab someone with a hemalurgic spike to aquire their gender

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hate when people are like "trust your gut! listen to your intuition!" like okay well my gut is telling me every person i lay eyes on is hunting me for sport and my intuition is saying i should find a secluded cave and live there forever so what do you suggest i do with that information

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probably one of the most frustrating things about being an nb transfem genderwise is how impossible “androgyny” as it’s commonly interpreted is for me, like 80% of the time any lack of abject femininity on my part is read as masculinity or as me being a gnc guy. any time i want to look tomboyishly cute consumes twice as much work as compared to just making myself pretty. its tiring

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Post is set for a week, let's see how it goes...

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"I don't want to be a burden."

I go to the gym as often as I can to deliberately take up burdens, and those ones don't care about me back.

“I don’t want to be a burden” you’re more like a relief, a gift, a blessing actually

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It really really ought to be standard practice to assume the transfeminine people you meet are NOT okay with being "guy"d or "dude"d or "bro"d until proven otherwise instead of placing the onus on the minority to speak up. Really not that hard.

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never underestimate my ability to stay tf home

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evil wizard voice: i too have a "doom scroll"

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Honestly it boils down to reparenting yourself & rewiring your own neuronal pathways & telling yourself a firm “stop” when you notice your mind slipping down negative loopholes & being present in the moment & enjoying being mid task rather than waiting for it to end & not thinking of inertia as your baseline and natural way of living

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reblog to diminish the horrors from the person you reblogged from

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Reblog to open a rail line from your blog to the person you reblogged this from

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flat chested girlies are not nearly as represented as they should be in character design, but i think a very underrated body type to use in character design is girl whose chest is flatter than her tummy

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Things horny cannibals say after a kill.

i can turn anything in to metaphorical sex in my mind.. beware i have a literature critics heart

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if you’re ever in the position to choose between giving up and accepting defeat, and actually trying to fight the ancient unkillable god that is about to peel apart reality like a string cheese, remember this: scientifically speaking, you might as well give it a shot!

1.there were trees at the beginning of the world! there were trees so long ago that they predate bacteria that causes wood to decay. when a tree fell, it would lie there in stasis and there wasn’t any way of breaking down wood xylem on a molecular level in that way.

2. it seems obvious to say, but wood eating bacteria are literally incapable of comprehending what they’re breaking down. It’s just not information conciously available to a microorganism. they don’t know what they’re deconstructing, where it came from, bacteria have no way to even fathom the existence of a tree as a concept.

3. Regardless of the facts above, the world we live in today is a world where wood inevitably decomposes

it is worth fighting the unkillable god no matter how pointless it seems. it is worth taking the risk even though youre trying to accomplish something impossible. the reality in which you live was also once reality in which trees didn’t rot. You live in a reality that allows for existence before the possibility of destruction. you live in a reality where uncomprehending microbes break down matter that is so far beyond the scope of their comprehension that it feels comical to specify something so obvious. you live in a reality that occasionally allows unshakeable physical truths to be altered with no warning.

It is worth fighting the unkillable god because trees are so old they predate the source of their destruction, and it still did not spare them. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because bacteria rots unthinkingly, because there is room in our cosmos for destruction without comprehension on the part of the destroyer. It is worth fighting the unkillable god because now and then reality retracts the promise of immortality without fanfare, and when that happens there is no mercy for the ancient. the unmaking is not softer for the desecrators ignorance. for all things, existence is endless until the exact point where it ends.

so you might as well try to kill the unkillable god. it doesn’t seem likely, but at the beginning of the world, trees didn’t rot. so you never know! you never know

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today i took diced green peppers, seasoned them with salt and fresh black pepper and baked it at 8000 degrees for 22 hours. i make this whenever i want pile of smoldering ash.