#gender prius

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Diane Ehrensaft: There was a child, sitting there, wearing essentially basketball uniform, head to toe. Not a Warriors, but a basketball uniform. Came into my office and I greeted them, then they twirled around and had a long, blonde braid with a pink bow at the bottom, and then twirled around again and said to me, "you see, I'm a Prius." I said, "uh huh." She- they said, "yes, I'm boy in the front, and I'm a girl in the back. So, I'm a hybrid." I went, okay, we got gender hybrids. Then I started meeting a whole bunch of gender hybrids. And so, we have the gender prius, we have the gender minotaur, now, I use that term, nobody came in to me and said "I'm a gender minotaur." But what they did come in to me and say is, "I'm one thing on the top, and another thing on the bottom." And often that was to explain away their genitalia. And most of the kids who were gender minotaurs love mermaids. And we actually have a lot of mermaid books. Cause if you think about it, it works.

If you ever feel stupid, remember that this woman has tenure and is allowed to prescribe drugs.

Notice too how completely dependent upon stereotypes this whole thing is. Baseball uniform = boy, pink braid = girl. You can't be a girl with long hair who likes sports, or a boy who plays baseball and likes braids and ribbons. They use big words and high academic notions to obfuscate that their ideas are really just that ridiculous and superficial.

This woman is dangerous, and her license needs to be revoked.

[cherryblossomshadow]

The implied Fox narrative is that Dr. Ehrensaft is creating silly genders and then labeling kids as minotaurs or smoothies. In reality, she is describing all of the creative ways young kids and teens use to explain how they feel about their gender

First, the pervasiveness of this litter box thing is ridiculous. I think it has been debunked like a thousand times.

And the *actual* reason schools have cat litter has nothing to do with students identifying as cats.

"Columbine High School has been stocking classrooms with small amounts of cat litter since 2017, but as part of ‘go buckets’ that contain emergency supplies in case students are locked in a classroom during a shooting."

But I actually want to talk about the Tootsie Roll Pop gender thing.

They are trying to criticize a child psychologist, Dr. Diane Ehrensaft, who works at a gender clinic.

I'm sure a lot of their audience who see "gender minotaur" or "gender Tootsie Roll Pops" will completely write off this woman and claim she is a nutcase.

But conservatives and Fox News love to omit context and nuance.

Here is the document all of this stemmed from...

The implied Fox narrative is that Dr. Ehrensaft is creating silly genders and then labeling kids as minotaurs or smoothies.

In reality, she is describing all of the creative ways young kids and teens use to explain how they feel about their gender.

These kids probably don't have a lot of information or the vocabulary to express themselves in more traditional terms, so they've come up with analogies to help adults understand what they are feeling.

That doesn't seem ridiculous at all.

And I actually think these kids are quite clever.

So these conservatives are basically making fun of kids who are confused and seeking help to understand themselves.

Real classy.

And if these kids learn adults are making fun of them, they may feel embarrassed to use these communicative tools—making it that much harder for their therapists and doctors to help them.

[johnbrand]

Normal, SC

With @mrrharper

Officer Justin O’Shaughnessy reluctantly hopped into his patrol vehicle. He had been transferred out of South Carolina’s capital to the tiny town of Normal, population definitely under a thousand. When Justin had enlisted to the new town, he had not dreamt of it being so traditional. Less than 45 minutes away, Columbia had a thriving queer community that Justin and his boyfriend were well involved in. Even their police force was welcoming. But this new position in Normal felt anything but.

Before Officer O’Shaughnessy had even entered the building, he already received sideways glances. He appeared nothing like the other overly manly men there, his more androgynous appearance colliding with the two genders established by the town. But through his worry, Justin did feel a sense of pride by bringing a bit of diversity to the town, at least in terms of sexuality. And now here he was, on his first assignment with his new patrol route.

Unaccustomed to the height of his new vehicle–a literal truck rather than the typical sedan–Justin took a deep breath before grabbing the keys. His job was easy today. The Chief wanted him to get adjusted to town, harmonize himself with it. “Things work a little differently around ‘ere,” the Chief’s Southern twang sticking out a bit at the end. “The quicker you learn to fit in and be like all the other men, the better.”

It took Justin a moment to figure out how to get the truck started, after all he drove a Prius–wait, a foreign car? Heck no, he only drove American vehicles. Shaking his head, Justin started the engine and pulled out of the station. He was feeling confident, the Chief’s words flashing through his mind as he began his patrol.

Unsurprisingly, there were not that many streets in town to check out. The main road, the side roads, the business versus residential roads. It was not anything like Columbia, that beautiful, expansive, expensive, crowded, woke wasteland. Nah, Justin liked the speed of this town a lot better. It was quaint and slow, everything moved at its own pace. It was not influenced by those protests or silly parades.

After a while, Justin decided to pull over to stretch. His body was already aching, although he could not explain why. He had kept himself slim over the years through marathons and–running? Justin chuckled to himself. Yeah right! He worked out at the local gym everyday, pumping each of his muscle groups to their fullest capacity. He wanted to be big after all, just like all the other guys on the force. So he must have been sore from the nightmare of a workout Chief had dumped on him earlier to get a gauge of his abilities. Justin had perfectly met the average.

Justin peered at the time from his dashboard when he reentered the truck, noticing it was already time for his lunch break. Excited, he pulled out his bag and started grabbing items. Tomato sandwich, baked veggie chips, hummus…wait, was this his lunch? He went through the items again. Thick club sandwich with extra meat, two bags of potato chips, can of cheap beer. Yeah, that seemed a lot more appropriate. A real man needed to eat a real man’s lunch after all. Justin was relieved his wife had not packed him some vegetarian or vegan bull crap.

Justin paused for a moment, demolishing his meal before starting the truck up again. He had a wife? Well sure he did! Just about every man in town had one. He fiddled with his ring finger subconsciously as he daydreamt about his beautiful bride. Eventually, Justin began fiddling with the plumper, bloated “finger” in his pants too as he daydreamt about his beautiful bride. What was her name again? Marcus…Markie…Margie! Lovely, pregnant Margie.

Justin refocused on the job at hand, he was to become a father soon after all. All the other men in the small town were already dads, and he was slacking! He was about to turn 24 and had no kids to show for it. Luckily, he was spared with some mature masculine features. Justin had grown out a beard as soon as he could, and a fluffy mat of body hair only accentuated this fact. Of course, he was not mature all the time. He had no problem roughhousing and dutch-ovening the other officers–it was just men being men after all!

Justin laughed to himself, waving to a few men as he passed by them. It was funny how all the men in Normal looked pretty similar. Even Justin was fitting the mold. All a couple of inches over six feet; those packed, muscular builds sustained by home cooked Southern meals from the misses; dressed in either similar work clothes, home clothes, or church clothes. Their interests and morals were so well-aligned too. It was like the town had its own personal standard for everyone to follow.

Registering the time once more, Justin sighed…Jared sighed disappointedly as his shift had once again come to an end. Pulling back into his spot in the station’s parking lot, he was not surprised to see all the other almost identical officers fraternizing. 

“Hey O’Shaughnessy, you comin’ to the bar for some beer with us?” one of them shouted.

“You betch’I’m comin’!” Jared confirmed in the same deep, Southern twang. Hopefully the missus would not mind too dearly, he was just being normal after all!

[shit-talk-turner]

do you guys think ‘you’re so dark’ is about anyone? and if so, who?//

I've had my suspicions about one specific person for a while now. She's a relatively normal person, not really a public figure, and has a modest-ish instagram following so I feel a bit weird "doxxing" her, but here are a couple of things about this woman that made me think she's who the song might be about:

- she's goth, Italian, and a visual artist

- she's really into horror movies & spooky things in general

- she doesn't wear a ton of makeup, but she does tend to wear somewhat dramatic mascara/fake lashes (though I personally wouldn't call them catty)

- she's a friend of a friend of Alex's who ran around with Miles, Cam Avery, Daniele Cavalli, and that general circle quite a bit from 2011-2015ish. She and those folks mostly still follow each other on socials

- she moved to east London somewhere around that time after spending a couple of weeks in LA. Before that she was living in Italy

- there are pictures of her at some events that Alex was either at or likely at

- she has lots of videos/pics backstage at smaller gigs of bands who we know that circle either associates with or likes

- she seems to at least passively listen to the Arctic Monkeys

- she's been a long time fan of a few musicians that Alex later went on to mention in interviews as being a fan of or having recently gotten more into, after the time when their paths would have likely crossed more often

- all of her art (which is actually pretty cool imo), seems to center around sex - usually with heavy BDSM themes - , gender, and death. This is actually how I came across her.Daniele Cavalli posted about some of her work on his story a while back and I actually liked it so I followed her and ended up doing some digging after noticing a few folks in that circle were following her.

Now... there are also some things that make me think it's likely NOT her:

- she definitely was involved with one of Alex's friends at one point, though they seem to have ended things amicably since they still interact a lot on socials

- she doesn't seem to have ever lived in a very car-friendly city which might not mean a lot but the line about the Prius always struck me as oddly specific and nothing about her suggests she drives a car

- her whole vibe is so arsty/pretentious/"cool" and her interests seem so niche that I get the impression she'd find Lovecraft & Poe kind of mainstream... so either Alex got her vibe not quite right or its not her... either way, I think she's way too "cool" for him lol

- she and Louise follow each other and like each other's stuff with some regularity, which seems odd if she's an ex-fling (but then again, Agathe...)

So yeah. Basically inconclusive, since really there's no way of anyone knowing, but I have this one guess... looking at all this now I also feel kind of weird having creeped this one random girl this hard. I had too much time on my hands during the pandemic and too many weird theories 😅

🤔

[trivialbob]

I'm happy over a simple shirt I bought yesterday.

Feeling a need to walk, but tired of being cold, I went to the Mall of America. Some say it's about a mile to walk one loop inside the mall. After I strolled all three main levels my Garmin came up with 2.6 miles. It's a little wonky using the GPS indoors, so I'm not making any guarantees.

People watching is excellent. This has got to be the most diverse place in Minnesota. I heard English, Spanish, Arabic, Russian (?), Japanese, and more. People are in all shapes, sizes, political persuasions, gender identities, colors, attitudes, and manner of dress. The huge mall is next to the airport, and Minnesota doesn't charge sales tax on clothes, so I've heard the place gets plenty of out of state shoppers.

Does your bingo card have an ex football player with purple hair? Wait, is that the ex football player with purple hair in a wheelchair or the ex football player with purple hair shuffling along in a silky track suit? How about a cute young mom with three adorable children? Well, yes, but do you want the one with three girls, or three boys, or two girls and one boy? Because they are all there.

I like that I didn't see any of those silly, virtue signalling signs declaring All Are Welcome Here or We Respect All People. Those signs are not necessary because it just happens. All these different people all got along without placards telling them to.

Sure, I wanted to holler at a parent with a triple stroller (filled with three adorable children, two boys and one girl - BINGO!). She had stopped in the middle of a busy hallway to read her phone, causing chaos like Prius dawdling in the left lane of a busy highway.

But I wiggled around them quietly, as did other walkers and shoppers, and went on my way. Also I really can't complain because 25 years ago I was a parent with a double stroller (reasonably looking dad, two boys), taking winter walks there with my young kids. Surely I had been in someone's way.

At Old Navy I decided to go inside. Prices at my once-beloved LL Bean have exited my comfort zone. I also wasn't pleased with the quality of the last three items I purchased there. Eddie Bauer prices are high too ($85 for jeans? Please!) but EB at least has perennial steep discounts. Though I rarely shop Old Navy, I've always had a good experience there.

This long-sleeve tech shirt was marked at $22 (not bad) and just $11.50 (whoo hoo!) after the always-available Old Navy sale price. It was sort of a two-for-one in that I love how it looks and feels AND I didn't spend much money. I'll be back.

All my other tech shirts are from races. They're comfortable for exercising or sleeping on cold nights, but I'm not a fan of the graphics on some of them. Displaying "2016 Twin Cities Marathon" is okay with me, but I don't care for the word "Finisher" on the shirts. It looks odd to me, no better than "Participant" or "I did this." At least that one didn't have "Finished in 16,422nd Place."

[revenant-coining]

Hi, can I request some help for coming up with a term?

I need a term for both wanting to be trans to the other gender, but also having an attachment to one's birth gender. It could be described by bigender or cistrans, but I wanted something more specfic. I've been playing around with oritransgender, ori meaning original. I tried a lot of different morphenes and prefixes and this is the closest but I feel like this one isn't quite there. I'd like to ask for help in brainstorming a term.

Thank you! Oh and no flag needed, unless you want to.

here’s some prefixes & words that you could base the name on!

princeps & principis; latin for 1) earliest, original, 2) first, foremost, leading, chief, front, & 3) most necessary

originalis, originalis, & originale; latin for 1) existing at/marking beginning, 2) from which thing derives existence, & 3) original

initialis, initialis, & initiale; latin for 1) initial, original, relating to beginning, & 2) primary

arcticos, arctice, arcticon, arcticus, arctica, & arcticum; latin for initial, that constitutes the beginning (of a syllable, etc.)

primus, prima, & primum; latin for 1) first, foremost/best, chief, principal, 2) nearest/next, & 3) [in primis => especially]

prius; latin for earlier, before, previously, first

archikós (αρχικός); greek for initial, original, primary, primal, originative, initiatory

próta (πρώτα); greek for first, firstly

ur-; a prefix that forms words with the sense of “proto-, primitive, original”.

prot-/proto-; a prefix meaning original, older.

personally, we like primum, prius, archikós, & ur- the best ^^

[mxrcoiner]

hey

would you mind making a car related gender for an oc of mine? you might know him…his name’s prius and he uses he/it pronouns…that guy…

you know.

like it doesn’t have to be specific all i know is that it kinda needs a “—thing” because that’s how i feel like it would look at it’s gender. a thing. a lil thing that is silly. And related to cars, in a way.

haha, oc xenogender request go brrrrrr

oooo, interesting!! tell me if you wanted a specific pic/car, but for this i used:

Because i thought it matched the blog :P

the flag does look weird as i cant stretch it for some reason </3 also low quality because og imaged trashed the quality ig, ibis paint issues

Aestheticarthing (aesthetic + (c)ar + thing)

a gender related to cars but in a “mysterious”, cool way.

[girlcockholmes]

i feel like the gender complement to chris fleming so much like im currently thinking about how if a man had a crush on me thats one step away from being a gay man. instead of back in the subaru im back in the prius

[mr-s3lfdestruct]

Tw: SA

God I was so stupid, so young but so stupid

It’s late February of 2021, and freshman me is newly on testosterone, and is in what I thought to be a loving relationship with my girlfriend at the time

We went out after school for a date, I couldn’t drive at the time so she drove us to our local Chinese restaurant and then a small family owned crystal shop. I still have those crystals. I keep forgetting to get rid of them.

She smelled like basil and rose, her car, a red Toyota Prius smelled even more of it.

It was late, I was supposed to be home in an hour, and she had her car parked outside of her house, the two of us chatting in the back seat to pass the time before I had to return home.

I don’t know how it happened, but then she was on top of me

Suddenly my black cargo pants were at my ankles and her hands were underneath my hot topic slipknot tee, smoothing over my binder and scaring my to death about my chest

I remember being terrified

But this was a good thing, right? I was young, I was a teen boy I was supposed to be getting laid at this age. I had a high sex drive, why was I so scared?

Why didn’t it feel good?

I remember my friends telling me it was a good thing

I remember them telling me I was “becoming a man,” that I was finally “one of the boys”

I remember that giving me a certain surge of gender euphoria, finallt accepted by my cis peers for getting my v card non consensually stamped by someone who i’d later find out was using me anyways

Why didn’t I like it? Was I supposed to enjoy it?

Why won’t it leave my head?

Why did she have to reach out to me today?

Why did she have to unbury those memories for me?

Why couldn’t she have let it go? Let ME go?

She USED me and wants to use me again

Why won’t she leave me alone

I’m happier now, I have someone who loves me and finally treats me right with the respect I deserve

Why won’t she accept that?

[adaginy]

I feel this. I tell people "my gender is my favorite football team: I don't understand football or the appeal, or why people sometimes get mad at me about that??"

My body is like my car. I set the seat and mirrors a certain way, and I keep it clean and maintained, but my gender isn't prius. Even though I have more/stronger feelings about my car than my body. If I had to choose between being bopped with a magic wand of sex reversal or being sentenced to only drive big-3-automaker vehicles the rest of my life, then I guess I get to pee standing up now. I have long hair for the same reason I have a dark grey car; I like the look and it's easy to take care of. I have breasts for the same reason I have a long crack in my windshield; the inconvenience is less than that of getting it changed. Also, I like Vi Hart's gender video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hmKix-75dsg

I wish there was a way to clearly say:

I'm personally comfortable being called a "woman", only because I have the sexual dimorphism typically associated with a female of the human species, and that's how other people see me as when they look at my physical appearance; nothing more.

While making 100% sure not to accidentally bring any harm to the trans community, or making it sound like one's gender identity should always match their physical appearance, when that's far from being the case.

Because, until very recently, I'd always been calling myself "a girl", or "a woman" exclusively based on how I physically look.

To me, defining myself as "a woman", has always been the equivalent of describing an external characteristic of my body that others are able to see.

- I'm a woman.

- I'm 5'7''.

- I have brown eyes.

- etc.

It's always been exactly the same to me. It's what you can physically see, not who I am.

Somehow, it's like I completely forgot to develop a sense of personal identity tied to "being a woman" while I was growing up.

I could wake up tomorrow with a body that has the sexual dimorphism of a male of my species instead, have everyone call me a man and suddenly have to live my life as one, and I'd have only ONE problem with it.

Just the one.

My partner is a heterosexual man, so that would be a challenge.

But otherwise, I think I'd just be really curious to explore the physiological differences between my prior body and my new body, and then move on with my life without changing a single thing to the things I like, my behavior in general, personal interests, probably the way I like to dress, too, etc.

I'd just be "looking more masculine" while doing it.

It would be like having blonde short hair instead of my current brown long hair.

The rest of the world would treat me differently as a man, sure! But that wouldn't reflect how I identify or feel inside about who I am.

Just how others now see me as and choose to socially treat me.

My gender, to me, is something that's always existed outside of myself.

I have no personal use for it, nor is it a part of my personality.

I guess I've often been gender-non-conforming, too, not because I was attempting to rebel against my own gender, felt a need to distance myself from the binary, or anything... But just because I've never seen the point of it.

I've had boyfriends telling me that it was like I wanted to be the "man in the relationship", and being upset that I wasn't letting them play their role at times (that hasn't really been an issue with women, oddly enough); and I broke up with them without looking back, because what the fuck was that even supposed to mean?

I wasn't trying to behave like a man or a woman, I was just being myself, and adopting the social roles and behaviors I'm comfortable with. If you can't love me as I am, then what am I supposed to do?

Younger, I've had little boys back at school telling me that "it was weird for a girl to like certain things or express herself a certain way", and my response has always pretty much been to shrug, go "guess I'm a weird girl then", and then continue doing things my way.

(Yes, I'm aware that I've been very privileged to live in a world where I've merely been occasionally bullied or suffered verbal micro-agressions for ignoring the social standards set for "little girls"... Then again, I've probably embraced some of them!

I loved playing with my "He-Man and the Masters of the Universe set", or walking around with a lightsaber pretending to be Luke Skywalker... But I was cool with "My Little Poney" (the originals) and "Rainbow Bright", too!

Like I said, I wasn't trying to be "non-conforming", I just liked whatever I liked!

I was also lucky enough that my parents fully allowed me to go for what I enjoyed in terms of toys, games, activities, playmates, etc., regardless of gender.

And my physical appearance as a child occasionally had people mistaking me for a boy. So, perhaps, the other adults that saw me behave as one in public assumed I was one, and thus put less pressure on me to behave in a way that would have been deemed more "feminine" than "masculine".

By the point I really started looking more "feminine" (like I do now), I guess I'd moved past caring about it, and/or had reached a point where it made no sense to me that it would suddenly have been upsetting that I occasionally behaved "as a boy" or enjoyed "boy things" now when, until then, it had always been perfectly fine and well accepted that I did!

I guess there's something to be said about the influence of early socialisation, and how adults in the social environment of a child respond to a young child's gender, in the level of importance they might instinctively give to it later on.)

Like, I'm pretty sure that, if I were to ask you to determine my gender based on my looks alone (while fully giving you permission to do it), especially when I'm performing on stage wearing makeup, you'd go "you're a woman!" with a fair level of confidence!

But that's just it! To me that's just the way I look. A stylistic choice based on the way my body chose to develop, if you will.

What drives me nuts, though, is that I have zero problem empathizing with the trans community and their need to express their own gender identity, because I know what it feels like to need to be seen and respected as one's authentic self!

You tell me you identify as a woman, a man, agender, genderfae, etc., and/or feel a need to express it? Be yourself, and rock that gender! It is who you are, and it is your right to own it!

The fact that I feel like I don't have any particular use or need for gender doesn't mean that it can't be important for others, and that they don't have a use or need for it themselves.

Just because I don't intimately understand it, doesn't mean it doesn't exist or doesn't matter. It doesn't mean that I can't support, and actively advocate for proper gender recognition and respect in schools and other public places.

I "get it" without "getting it", if you will.

The problem, however, is that I am extremely uncomfortable with the idea that, if I identify as a "woman", people will assume that it means more to me than "I physically look female".

That it will be assumed that I emotionally and psychologically connect with my gender, and feel a need to express it, or a sense of attachment and belonging to the woman gender.

After having called the way my physical body "looks" to others on the outside "being a woman" for decades, it's hard for me to suddenly go "being a woman is not the same as passing for a woman, it's about the gender you identify with inside..." and stop calling myself a woman, because I feel like I've no gender identity inside of myself.

But "agender" doesn't quite feel right to me, either, because I'd never had any problem with the idea of being a woman, until I learned that I was supposed to give a damn about being a woman, and personally connect with my gender, that is.

And "gender non-conforming" doesn't sound quite right, either, because I'm not trying to avoid conforming to the woman gender, or expressing a different gender than the one that was assigned to me at birth.

They basically gave me a gender based on my genitalia when I was born, and I went "Yeah, sure! I guess I can look the part... Why not?"; while ignoring the whole social instructions booklet and guidelines that went with it.

So lately, every time someone has asked me what my gender is, or what gender I identify with, I've had a tendency to freeze, panic, and mentally go:

Like the idea of my having a gender makes no internal sense to me. It's not something I can relate to, "vibe with", or identify with.

Is there a way to respectfully say "I'm calling myself a woman for convenience's sake, because that's the gender traditionally associated with the way I look, and I'm okay with having grown into a feminine appearance by default? But please, don't assume it means anything to me beyond that, or expect me to behave, dress, or do anything according to the woman gender."

I've been using "gender apathetic" in an attempt to convey it, but is that really what it means, and how most people understand it?

Basically, I feel like my answers to these questions would be:

- What physical look do you most resemble? Woman / feminine / female.

- What gender do you identify with? None.

- Do you feel comfortable being called a woman, and her / she pronouns, based on the way you look? Yes.

How do you freaking call or define that?

Non-internalized cisgenderism?

[animaljam67]

not to nsfw post but when the guy when when you and a guy from tinder have a discussion on gender identity and you tell him you dont really mind what pronouns are used for you and he calls you a good boy n pounds u deeper during sex in the back of ur messy ass prius 😵‍💫

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

[ Source: https://www.apa.org/pubs/books/The-Gender-Affirmative-Model-Chapter-1-Sample.pdf ]

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Also:

A Chief psychologist at a California children's hospital has claimed children can identify as 'gender minotaurs'.

Dr. Diane Ehrensaft is the director of mental health and chief psychologist at the UCSF Benioff Children's Hospital gender development center. 

Her research focuses on the effects of puberty blockers and hormones on children. 

First reported by Fox News, Ehrensaft has made claims that children can identify as gender hybrids, which include  'gender minotaur'.

The Minotaur, in Greek mythology, was a creature which had the body of a man but the head of a bull. 

In a list of terms published by Ehrensaft, in a paper titled The Gender Affirmative Model, she refers to different ways in which children have described themselves. 

One of these included 'gender minotaur', which is described as being a descriptor for a child who sees themselves as one gender on top, and another on their bottom half.  

Other claims made by the psychologist include what she describes as a 'gender prius'.

This label is said to have been explained to her by a child who looked like a boy at the front, but had a long braid tied in their hair with a pink bow. 

According to the paper, the child said: 'You see - I'm a Prius, a boy in the front, a girl in the back. A hybrid.' 

Other terms include a 'gender smoothie' which is described as a variation of being gender fluid. 

One teenager described it to Ehrensaft as: 'You take everything about gender, throw it in the blender, press the button, and you’ve got me—a gender smoothie.'

Another term shared by Ehrensaft is 'gender tesla' which she describes as a transgender state some children reach after being gender hybrid. 

Ehrensaft had previously told a 2018 talk held at the San Francisco Public Library: 'I totally agree we are in the midst of a gender revolution and the children are leading it. 

'It's a wonderful thing to see. And it's also humbling to know [children] know more than we do about this topic of being gender expansive.'

Ehrensaft believes that transgenderism is derived from a 'gender web' which is influenced by culture, upbringing and nature.   

During the talk in 2018, Ehrensaft discussed a conversation she had with a 7-year-old that there can be 'gender minotaurs'.

She also said: 'I started meeting a whole bunch of other gender hybrids. And so we have the gender prius, we have a gender minotaur.

'And most of the kids who are gender minotaurs love mermaids. So make sure you have a lot of mermaid books. If you really you think about it, it works.'

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Today the American Psychological Association taught me that "gender" is when you take a Buzzfeed quiz about whether you're a Monica, a Rachel or a Phoebe, and when it turns out you're more of a Rachel, you "identify" as rachelgender and change your pronouns to rach/rachself.

The same people who insist that sex is "too complicated" want to make sure you know the simplicity of "gender prius(es)," "gender tootsie roll pops" and "gender minotaurs," and that if you don't respect these identities, you can only be a transphobic bigot.

When believers themselves describe their gods as incoherent, we're justified in concluding they don't exist. When activists themselves describe "gender" as a dumpster fire of utter nonsense, we're justified in concluding that it doesn't exist, either.

Children don't always have the language to explain their feelings or their personalities, and when they hear the word "gender," they attribute everything about themselves to it, and are encouraged to do so by cult members roleplaying as health professionals. If you switch the word "gender" to "feelings" in the above, it makes much more sense. A trained mental health professional - or at least one who is not herself insane - should be able to figure this out, rather than funnel children's clumsy language into her revolutionary ideology.

These people are unserious lunatics who should be kept far away from children, and we should treat them as such.

[fuckspn]

the thing is i would actually be really into an au where dean smith and sam wesson are actual people and not just imaginary personas created by zachariah and they go ghost hunting together but “au where dean and sam aren’t related” sounds like catnip for closet w*ncesties and i don’t want them anywhere near my great idea

[theshippirate22]

No no no, that’s the thing. I’m not both. Not even a little. I am 110% a Crowley-girl down to the weirdest coincidences. (Ask and you shall receive because here’s the essay) Look at this:

-I was raised super religious and my faith was always shaken by my questions. I understood the concepts and believed what I was being taught- I still do to a certain extent- but I’ve never understood why it needed to be the way it was and because of that, I was never the believer i am fully capable of becoming.

-I’m gender-fluid and my sexuality relies very heavily on who I am and who we’re talking about. Enough said.

-I own one (1) pair of sunglasses. they are $14 knock-off Lennon’s I bought off amazon three years ago. I had never seen or knew anything about GO. I also went through a phase where I was super mentally ill and trying to keep people out and it would make me really physically sick (stomachaches, headaches, joint/back pain, neck/shoulder tension, migraines, etc.) so i would often wear them inside.

-I own a black car with a woman’s name that almost never needs to be filled with gas. (It’s a hybrid Prius so it’s mostly electric. I didnt buy it on purpose to be like Crowley. My parents bought it and i ended up buying it from them. Also her name is Priscilla)

-I was taught to drive in the southwest, which means if you’re driving in front of me and you’re going five over, i hate you. drive fucking faster.

-my response to something stressful is and always has been escapism. I WILL run away. Unfortunately I don’t have Alpha Centauri so mine is whatever readily available piece of media i can consume and make my entire personality. Yes, ironically GO is one of these.

-I’m not an angry person, but when I am angry, I’ll say unhinged shit i don’t mean and a lot of the time i end up coming back with my tail between my legs knowing i messed up.

-I work in what is widely known as the WORST retail pharmacy in the US (not specifying for legal reasons but i bet you can guess) literally all we do is make people miserable and there’s a ridiculous amount of paperwork. It’s exactly how Hell is portrayed in the GO universe. I chose this profession when I was a sophmore in high school so what are the odds right?

-that being said, i wear scrubs like 70% of the time. The rest of the time, i wear the one pair of women’s black skinny jeans that i own. Again, not to be like Crowley, this was just a habit i formed years ago.

-I’m an oldest daughter, which means my innate nature is to care for things. If i see a child or an animal, i will look after it, but i am going to be bitter and resentful about the whole thing because of how i had to be a parent so young.

-I am very much of the mentality that it’s better to be free but disowned instead of obedient but loved. This is also part of what made me an outcast from my religion and what made me kind of a weird kid.

-I was really good at English when I was in school, like analyzing literature and writing essays but it was so boring and repetitive to me to do it for class, but then I discovered Chemistry and it was exactly like angel!crowley watching the nebula. The idea that we can strip something down to the very elements that make it up, or go even lower to the atoms and then use it as raw power of creation???? my mind is blown. I was also an art kid. I have painted space and nebulas for as long as i can remember.

-my greatest, most haunting fear is that deep-down i will never be able to make up for the fact that it’s just me. doesn’t matter what i’m doing, it will always be inhibited by the fact that it’s just me. in other words, i won’t be forgiven for what i am. that’s just not who i am

-slut in theory, virgin in practice. put that thing away, i don’t know where it’s been.

-I’m consistently a second choice. I don’t know why that is; maybe i’m doing something that no one has bothered to tell me, but it seems like everyone who i put first would also choose something before they chose me

-And if it had been me in the final fifteen, I too would’ve stood next to the car and hoped that Aziraphale would change his mind. Because against all odds, i’m an optimist. My mom says she can tell when i’ve been in a room because i leave every drawer i open half-open out of habit. I am the same way with people. I leave everything open in the hopes that someday, someone, somewhere, will have exactly what i need laying on the top of a half-open drawer.

like. look me in the eye and tell me that isn’t a bunch of really weird coincidences. Like Crowley and I are one and the same.

So because of this, I am an Aziraphale girl. I’m obsessed with him, not in a fangirl-blorbo-babygirl sort of way (i mean. sometimes) but in an i-need-to-take-apart-his-brain-and-figure-out-why-it-works-like-that way. an i-want-him-to-be-happy-even-if-i’m-not way. a what-would-i-have-to-do-to-get-him-to-want-me way. i hear aziraphale in every single song i listen to and i see him in the hot chocolate i drink every morning and i think of him whenever someone brings up crepes.

I am an Aziraphale girl.

I’m a Crowley-coded girl, which makes me a Crowley girl, but because I’m a Crowley girl, I’m actually an Aziraphale girl. In this essay I will-

[hypokeimena]

i mean "gay" "man" everything is approximate but i definitely do drive a prius

[breaddo]

I CANT STOP FUCKING LISTENING TO TOUT L’UNIVERS