#General you

[crippled-peeper]

with the way a lot of ablebodied nds are reacting to the thick water post with mockery, accusing me of lying, and then outright trolling me and joking about buying “all” the thickened liquids at their local stores….

I honestly don’t understand how anyone is accusing me of “hating” nds for being angry with them about this when so many of you clearly HATE physically disabled people and are never questioning about your hatred and blatantly disregard our lives and safety. It’s clearly a big joke to you, why do you suddenly care about ableism now that I’m calling you a stupid fuck? You literally don’t care about any disabled people but yourselves

[therequiemforthelost-archive]

Just wanna make a quick shout out to the self shippers that:

Don't gush often

Don't talk about their ships often

Are low energy and low spoons in general

We all have our reasons, but that doesn't make your ships any less valid. You have so much love in your heart and your F/Os are very lucky to share that with you!

Pro//shippers please DNI y'all make me very uncomfortable

[defectivegembrain]

You say "go outside" and you don't mean "it's good for you to get out and be part of society", you don't have solutions for the many problems that can prevent that. You say "touch grass" and you don't mean "engaging with nature is good for your health". You just mean it as a dismissal, an implication that they're a loser you don't need to listen to. You throw this around at anyone who says anything you don't care about, no matter how harmless. And no I'm not saying you're committing a hate crime or anything, but you are being mean for no reason. And if you think it's okay to be mean for no reason you kinda suck.

[comesitintheclover]

This is a love letter to being trans and to other trans people

this is for my t4t first kiss and being seen as a boy by those close to me before I cut my hair and the world started catching up.

this is for the first time a stranger called me a man unprompted being a day I was wearing earrings and bejewelled clips in my hair. For not having to change who I am to be a man.

this is for the trans masc lesbian who taught me how to break in my docs. the gemstones of community collected through time

this is for helping each other bind and songs by indie girl bands about wanting to be a boy, Kate bush singing about not being seen as a boy when she’s riding white horses and I don’t know what she means but I feel it in me and I’m sixteen and binding for the first time and everything feels magical.

this is for my trans brother putting trans stickers in public bathroom stalls and me seeing them at school and feeling less alone.

this is for me falling in love with the ways your voice and your body are changing with every T shot, falling more for you, and falling in love with what I will get to do one day.

this is for the YouTubers who I rewatch, those who show their bodies to the world and face the endless bs to help their trans siblings. The posts and forums that I have screenshotted. For the strangers who helped me find myself and will never know how comforted their words made me.

this is for the flamboyant album by Dorian Electra and splendor dysphoria by Superknova. For the trans musicians and artists and authors who inspire me forever and ever. Who create little infinities of bliss in their 3 minutes of song or few square inches of book pages.

this is for the overlap of identities and the love of body hair and all the butterfly themed stuff I have because they’re a transgender allegory. this is for waking up and touching my chest because it was just a nightmare and the surgery went well and this is my chest now (and it’s like it’s always been)

this is for feeling so proud that I didn’t back down when I could have stomached it because I’m so happy now I didn’t realise how much it hurt before.

this is for finding ourselves while governments uses us as its favourite chewtoy. for reading banned books. For seeing the world change. For the better and worse. For all the highs and lows. this is for you yelling back at that stranger “not a girl!” And me startled and anxious by your side and a bit starstruck. Falling a bit more in love. Writing 500 songs about it, maybe

this is for you telling me it’s okay to just try a new pronoun as we sat on the baseball benches that may. For us with our then-long hair in the sand that summer grinning about being boy-girl-girl-boy-girl-boy-girl-boy-boys. For wearing suits during spirit week. For the sopranos in suit and tie at the choir concert. For the beauty and joy of trans existence.

for the pronoun pins they made at the library. That my brother painted on a bottle cap for me. for getting to give my brother new nicknames from his new name.

this is for the trans people who have given me community and offered me a place to sleep and reignited my faith in humanity

this is for the queer youth group in the new town I lived in this summer. For seeing trans and queer people who were older than me. With white hair. For being cared for, for seeing a future that isn’t lonely. For the road trip we took and doodle the younger kid drew of us all. For spaces that our queer elders have created for us and and we will care for in turn 💗

this is for when you took me to the trans beach day for our third? last? date and I didn’t know what pronouns to put on my my-name-is sticker and I was scared I was an imposter but everyone was so kind and I saw life life life, joy joy joy. More people than the kind that get on a for you page or got cooked up in my feverish brain during lockdown. It was a new welcoming into the world and reality is always so much more beautiful than whatever one dimensional hope I could dream on my own.

this is for the binder I got that summer now neatly folded in the memory box at the top of my wardrobe with old poems and letters and that photo of us at pride when I finally decided I could go too 💗, too high up for me to reach this January with new scars across my chest.

it’s for the way we take care of each other. My friend who made me spaghetti and lent me his mastectomy pillow. For my bff crocheting me trans coloured flowers and a teddy bear. Telling me there’s no such thing as fish or men, helping me through post-surgical depression.

for how we change as time passes. For how we reconnect with new names. For how we may lose each other but still wish each other well with this journey. for poems about god and grapes and wine you collaged onto your bedroom wall. For the genderbendy collages I kept hidden in my closet.

for cutting off my tits to feel comfortable in skirts again. For being understood. For laying on the living room floor years ago telling you I see you as you even if they don’t. And you saying “what do you see though?”. For the hard bits. The times I’ve fucked up. For calling the help line. For your drag king/thing makeup. For the day I learned the word tomboy.

this is for us sitting on the summer sidewalk talking about missing T shots and microdosing and how it’s all gonna be okay.

this is for when you pointed at that statue of apollo and said you wished you looked like that and I bit my tongue because that was your journey to have not mine. This is for being mooned at a queer show. for being offered a cigarette in place of a kiss. for knowing I'll support you no matter what. for joking (kinda) about getting free the nipple tattooed of my post-surgery chest. for being both a woman and a man because I can.

this is for the beauty of the transgender experience, for not understanding gender but feeling it anyways. For becoming because you can, because the world is more open and joyful in a lot of ways now. It’s for coming back to school after quarantine and never being the only kid using multiple pronouns in each class. It’s for hope. It’s for life being more than death. It’s for the beauty of creation and the infinite shapes it takes. It’s for deciding the masculine is not alien. It’s for getting tipsy in the uni lounge and comparing how we think about our genders and feelings so cozy and there being no absolutes. this is for life being confusing but beautiful anyway. For not being able to decide wether to grow my hair back to my waist or to buzz it again. For the joy of waking up with hair short enough to stick up crazily. For you giving me an undercut with stationary scissors when I was 16 there was nothing better to use.

this is for gender being silly fun and profound all at once, all the time.

this is for the day I felt shit going into the woman’s bathroom and I saw this:

this is for @boy-gender happy birthday! Thank you for helping me out with my fears about top surgery and listening to me rant about gender. I hope you have a wonderful day!

[gendzl]

are you looking forward to anything in particular entering the public domain in the united states next january?

[cartoonscientist]

i lied i don’t actually like sex [mauls you, eats you, steals your face, makes a new hookup account, snaps shirtless profile pics as you in your newly remodeled bathroom after i shower the blood off, wanders into your kitchen and unwraps a block of sushi grade salmon and bites into it like an apple]

[paladinwife]

Hi, I’m alive! I’ve been trying to sleep off my jet lag and getting back to work, but I’m here!

I’ll hopefully be back on here more soon. For now, I love you guys! ;-;

[citadelselfships]

also im not gonna lie and say i was The Happiest about the fiancee thing but i swear to god if i see anyone being weird or mean to yona im gonna commit a violent crime. No more fandom misogyny my girl yona has done nothing wrong and if any of you bitch about her it WILL be the end for you

[crippled-peeper]

wait y’all actually think you’re “holding trans men accountable” by victim blaming them for the exploitation and abuse inflicted on them by TERFs?

you seriously actually think “accountability” means telling people “stop being abused!!! you’re taking attention away from the real victim here — ME!!!”?

that revolting. y’all are disgusting

[void-kissed]

Echo’s tag list (interact with this post to be added!)

Hello! This is my tag list post for this blog. It’s here so that I can tag people when I post things I make, if they’d like to be tagged! Please note that being tagged never means you have to interact, or even look at, the post - it just means I’ll tag you in my work whenever I want to use my tag list, that’s all!

How it works is as follows:

I will tag every URL that appears in the notes of this post, except my own and except where another URL has been specified in that note.

So, if you like this post, I will tag you as your primary blog that liked the post, and you’re always free to just unlike it later if you don’t want me to tag you in my work anymore (which is never an issue, so don’t worry!)

If you reply to this post, I will also tag you as your primary blog that the reply came from unless you write otherwise within the reply, but you also have scope to specify whether you don’t want to be tagged in certain things, or you only want to be tagged in certain things, and any other specific requests like those. You can be as detailed as you’d like to be!

Reblogging this post to a secondary blog means I will tag that blog (as its URL will show up in the notes), and also gives you an opportunity to specify anything as desired within the tags of the reblog - like only wanting to be tagged in certain things, or not wanting to be tagged in certain things, and so on. Again, please be as specific as you want to be! And you can obviously always delete the reblog if you don’t want me to tag you in things anymore, which is absolutely fine.

I hope that all of this is alright! Tying the tag list to a post rather than a form is helpful for me, because it means I can always keep up with any URL changes more easily, so I hope this makes sense to everyone else as well.

Thank you for taking the time to read this!~

[defectivegembrain]

Happy disability pride month! Let's celebrate by...trivialising each other's disabilities! Yay!

(Sarcasm)

[doglike-sparky]

as much as everybody likes to pretend they are i dont think a majority of tumblr users can actually handle mental illness of any kind. much less 'strange' or 'unusual' behaviors. i think you guys are just like tiktok or twitter. you just know how to dress it in better words

[dudeshusband]

you control who you interact with, you don't try to control who others interact with.

[reztruck]

i need to stop talking in the tags...but i have been doing it for years....just know that...you dont' have to respond to me bc i am so used to talking myself on here

[standardfarelife]

You wouldn't ask someone who's legally blind to drive without their glasses right?

So you shouldn't be asking me to risk my health and safety either, right?

"But why do you let your disability stop you?" Because that's.... what disabilities... do. That's... literally the basic definition... of being disabled... A disability impairs your ability to function. That's what the term means. That's the main thing