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Y’all… life is wild. Five years ago I was a single suicidal straight girl. Now? I’m nonbinary and queer as fuck, married to a beautiful wife, with an amazing boyfriend!

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bucky has a disability??

he doesn’t have an arm.

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really it is wild that sign language exists and is perfectly accessible and yet its not a taught second language in schools

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Imho the idea of ‘cruelty free’ products or food shouldn’t mean that nothing died to create it, but rather that anything and anyone involved in the creation process hasn’t been exploited or harmed.

Leather is good actually. Veganism isn’t the end all be all to morality and consumption. The issue isn’t that a chicken died for those nuggets, but that while the chicken was alive, it’s life fucking sucked. Vegan chocolate means little if the cocoa that made it was gathered by child slave labor.

Factory farms, abuses of the people who pick the fruit and vegetables we eat, the focus profit and productivity over all else - that’s the fucking issue here. It’s capitalism folks.

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“Mean girls all grow up to be nurses!”

“Mean girls all go into social work!”

“The mean girl to teacher pipeline!”

Y’all, these are just pink collar jobs. The reason you think there’s so many “mean girls” in these fields is because they’re all like 97% women. Of course some of them are gonna be assholes. There’s assholes everywhere.

We get it. Your job isn’t like other girls’ jobs. It’s a cool job.

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So Peter's plan was for five people to form four search parties. Translation: "everybody split off on their own except Lucy, who is coming with me."

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getting an office job after years of being a self-employed adhd nightmare was so funny though. like all through college and working for myself i assembled this terrifying patchwork of lifehacks and getting-things-done techniques and none of them ever seemed to work that well or for that long. but then i'm in an office where i have a defined set of tasks that need doing with no creative input on my part and suddenly i seem like a fucking productivity wizard. coworkers marvel at how quickly i work when they ask me to do something. what else would i be doing. we are at work. you asked me to fill out a form. why would it take longer than five minutes. what do you people do all day.

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Hate the 4 or so days after peeling a bandaid off where you have to wait for the stupid red mark to go away

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The military loses trillions.

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That feel when you’re so poor, your therapist PayPals you $100…

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Yes I re-read my own fics because I wrote them for ME

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Went to see my doctor today because I’ve been doing a ton of research and I think I’m autistic. I handed him a full page printed list of reasons I think I’m autistic. He took one look, asked if I had any friends when I was a kid. When I said that yeah, I had a couple friends, he handed the list back to me and said, “no way you have autism.”

Cue me bursting into tears… eventually he agreed to send me for assessment, but it could take over a year to get an appointment… sigh

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i hate when people start typin while I’m still typin like I kno u see them dots ho wait ya turn

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So I think I might be autistic

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Hooray for this mom.

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I’m a cis-gender man which basically means that, when I was born, the doctor went “It’s a boy!” and when I was old enough to understand I agreed with him.

The thing is, I don’t know why I feel like a man.  I was teased and bullied for it a lot when I was little.  I’ve never had stereotypically American male interests.  I never cared about sports or cars or guns.  I was more interested in music and cooking and the arts.  I’ve always been emotionally in tune and sensitive, even when I did my best to suppress my emotions to survive a childhood of abuse from other children.

It’s not physical either.  I don’t feel like a man because I have a penis or a beard.  If you put my brain in a robot body or any other body, my essence would still feel male (I assume).  I literally can’t imagine what being any other gender would feel like, since I feel so acutely male.

I think that’s why the concept of being transgender always made sense to me.  I’m a man.  I don’t have any bloody clue why I feel like a man, but I don’t feel that it’s tied to my body or my interests or the way that I’ve been treated.  I feel like a man because of something beyond that.  Something ephemeral.  So, why couldn’t others feel the same?  Why couldn’t a person who’s been misidentified as a girl feel like a boy for the exact same nebulous reasons that I do?

And, since gender really doesn’t make any sense to me anyway, why couldn’t there also be people who feel as if they don’t have one?  Or who flow across genders like a ship on a map?

Are there people out there whose sense of their own gender is inseparable from their physical form?  If you put those people into robot bodies or, simply, other physically different bodies, would their gender identity also swap?  If so, why?  Are they actually more lost in their gender identity than I am and they need to hone in on the physical in order to anchor themselves?

Why do people feel like they are the gender that they are?