#is the bitch part crack? likely.

[sluckythewizard]

'I wont cry for you, I wont crucify the things you do. I wont cry for you, see, when you're gone, I'll still be BLOODY MARY'

[deadliestpieceontheboard]

i'm only interested in kevaaron if the foundation of it is that they're both huge nerds and even huger assholes. they're pathetic men who are also overachievers and would drop anything on the spot to prove they're right. peak comedic couple.

[punkeropercyjackson]

'[Insert feminine term/behavior/fashion/etc here] transcends gender!!!'Well,maybe i wanna be a girl anyway.How about that.Bitch

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Everyone's talking about Wish right now.... The only thing I can say about WISH.......let's hope it's like a Frozen 1 type thing. Where the trailers were ABSOLUTE ASS but then the film turned out really good. TT0TT

I mean.....there is a difference between the two. While the west got weird trailers that didn't matter for Frozen (Olaf vs Sven carrot thing), JPN and other countries got trailers that actually showcased the plot and drama in an interesting way.... And Wish.....well...... Wish at least gives us a villain and a part of an argument.....and I can't see that argument leading anywhere.....great tbh. So maybe not the best comparisons but let's hope for the Frozen 1 vibe!

Anyway I'm not liking what I'm seeing so far, but I'm hoping its better than the ass disaster Frozen 2 and Ralph 2 were. ;w;

[stabbyfoxandrew]

i love mafia restaurant jean moreau……. what a special little guy. cute perfect little murdering linecook. im putting him in my pocket. thank u for the gift of Him

THANK YOU FOR LOVING HIM TWT

[todayisafridaynight]

Hey so Snap this is going to be so fucking weird, but honestly don’t care. So I was watching a clip of Drag Race Philippines and it was the make over episode and I think they were making over family members and this father was all about getting into drag. So, I just wanted to tell you never forget how much of a lovely loving kind and caring father you have, who loves you and protects you and makes you feel heard. That’s all.

i'd have to die before i forget how great my dad is thank you for the opportunity to brag about him again anon

[backtodecembertv]

they need to create AA for people who can’t let go of their toxic exes because i can’t seem to do this alone lol. i keep trying and failing miserably, and my friends are like what the fuck. the only suggestion i haven’t already done is finding someone else, but developing genuine feelings for someone new doesn’t exactly happen overnight. i have tried and so far it hasn’t worked out with anyone else, which is why he and i keep kind of falling back to each other. but focusing on him probably also makes it less likely that i’ll meet someone new. if i’m flirting with him all night and obsessing over his every move then i’m not flirting with someone else. maybe this book i’m reading will have some helpful suggestions. the only thing that’s ever worked for me in situations like this is pushing them away so that they’re not even an option anymore, and nothing i do pushes him away, hard as i’ve tried (i genuinely have tried). i had a lot of fun with him and some other friends tonight, but all this will do is make me want things he will never give me and i know that.

[vaciena]

Do you have any idea how fucking cool it is to look at my arms and not see bright red cracked bleeding skin for the first time in years

[karmaphone]

surprised 2018 bumblebee isn't up there in the monsterfucker catalogue

[transgenderastarion]

This is why im fucking aplatonic bc i either date someone or i become their family and every single other person has fucking screwed me over

[inquisitorismone]

It is really sad that Anders is no longer the same person after he merged with Justice and it’s even sadder that he’s not even capable of recognizing that. I get it I get it it’s a trauma metaphor whatever but good god. They messed up a perfectly good twink is what they did. Look at him. He’s got anxiety

[c0rpsedemon]

can't wait until guaranteed benny tomorrowwwwww

[joyful-soul-collector]

I want people to take me seriously and listen to and consider what I have to say, but to also please be aware that I've only made about 20 trips around the sun of which I only clearly remember the last 12 or so and basically my consciousness is a rock that hasn't been eroded into proper shape by the sands of time yet.

It's very weirdly shaped and there are bumps and divots that everyone tells me will go away when I get older, but I don't know which bumps are the ones that I'll keep and which divots will go away.

But I also don't want people to just ignore my rock because it doesn't look like their rock yet? I want them to see that my rock looks different, but not think it's less of a rock because it's too sharp right now.

And I don't want to use my jagged rock as excuse for why I mess up sometimes, but I also know it's hard not to scratch a few things when your edges are too sharp. That helps them get softer and smoother.

I think I'm kinda tired of being a jagged rock though. A lot of people talk about how fun it is to explore and figure out what shape of rock you want to be, and to see what shape you never expected you'd be.

But sometimes I wish I could just fast forward, put my rock in one of those rock tumblers and smooth it out in just a few days that way I don't have to worry about all the times my jagged edges will get chipped badly and I'll end up with big gashes in my rock that'll take years to erode away.

At least I know I'll smooth out eventually though. Maybe I'll end up a cool hag stone.

[cantofworms]

ohhhhh my cerave moisturizer we’re really in for it now

[inbabylontheywept]

I was walking out of the Walmart today, and a car passed me, and I got this incredibly vivid impression. It wasn't really in words, but if I had to put it into words, the two key points would be

a). I needed to watch that car and

b). That I needed to be careful, because the driver of the car was a massive bitch.

It kind of took me by surprise, because I really had no reason to be beefing with that car, and I also hadn't really had an impression like that since I was religious, which was in my teen years. Right? It'd been a decade since I had a little voice whisper in my ear, and I'd basically written it off as nonsense.

Anyway, I watched the car, because The Spirits or whatever were very insistent that I did. Car drove fine, went into the parking spot, inched forward, and right when it should've just stopped, the driver gunned it for some reason and it ran into the curb and cracked its bumper.

So, the driver got out, and she went to the front of the car to check that yes, she had cracked her bumper, and then she turned to look at me. The parking lot wasn't empty, but we were the only two people standing in that row, and I'd probably been staring at her for tenish seconds now.

She demanded very angrily to know why I hadn't warned her of the curb. And I could have said I didn't know you were about to gun it or is it my job to help every stranger park, or even could you have even heard me, inside your car?

And all of those would have been fine, but I was really, really busy digesting that I had somehow communed with Mormon Jesus again for the first time in fifteen years, and that the communion had mostly been there to let me watch someone park badly (?), so what I responded with was:

"Because it was foretold."

And I can't tell which would be funnier, if she went silent because there's not much to be said to that, or if she went silent because in Utah, she might actually believe me, but we parted ways without more words.

I'm still kind of digesting this myself, actually.

[scientia-rex]

For the most part, my approach to prescribing hormones is “sure,” but I will note that the one thing I lean HARD on patients about is smoking. If you’re transgender, and you’re on hormones, the number one thing we want to protect is your cardiovascular health. That’s frankly the number one thing I want to protect in all my patients, but anyone taking exogenous hormones is at higher baseline risk. And the best thing you can do for your heart is DON’T SMOKE. It’s a bitch to quit, and I didn’t even smoke much or long before I quit in my late teens, and I STILL didn’t enjoy quitting and had smoking dreams for years. It’s harder to quit than just about anything else up to and including crack and heroin, and that’s coming from a patient of mine who recently passed in her early 60s who’d done all of those things—for years and years—but eventually was able to quit everything except smoking. And that killed her. She developed severe COPD and eventually called to say her blood oxygen saturation was dipping into the 70s, which is incompatible with life. She was lucid enough to decline medical care, including refusing to call 911 or go to the ER. A week later, after both I and one of our outreach nurses had contacted her to ask her to please go to the ER, I got a notification that she’d been found dead. She had been so frustrated that she wasn’t a candidate for a lung transplant.

One of my oldest trans patients is in her late 50s. She’s had blood clots that went to the lungs. Repeatedly. Smoking raises that risk. Estrogen raises that risk. She’s a veteran with PTSD; of course she smoked.

These aren’t theoretical. These are humans I’ve cared for over years of their lives. I have been rooting for them—my beloved former addict, who spoke without shame about her years of homelessness and drug use in the city; my queer elders, who are slowly trading in their motorcycles for power scooters. I want everyone to live their fullest, best life.

Smoking doesn’t fit into that. Please don’t smoke. I don’t want you to die like that—not now and not later. I want you to have the future that you may not be able to see yet, but exists.

Since I moved home as an out queer, word got out, and there’s a whole apartment complex of lesbians in their 60s to their 80s who come see me—sitting next to their wives in the office, nagging about blood pressure meds, tattling about not having gotten the shingles shot they said they would. To be clear, when I was growing up in town, I knew no lesbians. Not one. I knew one gay kid in my class, which eventually turned into two. We were it. To see these women living decades with their wives and being able to squabble like any couple in my office over who was supposed to bring their home blood pressure cuff in for us to check it… it means the world to me.