#name shit

[gay-otlc]

Trans people in my phone how do you know when you have the right name. How do you know you won't change your mind about the name. What the fuck

[justmelookingbackatme]

I think it would be nice if I had some heartfelt, poetic story about how I chose my name, but my name isn't a poem. It's simply the product of a late night conversation with two friends.

We were up well past when we should have been, ending each conversation with "Good night, for real this time" before someone began talking a few minutes later. We talked a lot, about everything and nothing, and at one point the conversation shifted towards suggesting names for me. One of them listed a few options.

The last one... the last one felt familiar, almost. Like coming home to a place I'd never been before. "Hmm. I kind of like that one."

"It's my friend's brother's name. He's also trans."

"Popular name for Jewish trans guys, then."

Eventually, we all went to sleep, and I spent the next week turning that name around in my mind. Seeing how it felt in my mouth. Hi, my name is...

It felt more natural than my deadname ever did.

A week later, my friends all signed the wall with their names, and I scribbled this new name in sharpie. I'd only had a week, but this felt like something I wanted to keep. Something I was willing to write in a permanent marker.

A day after that, I went home, and I returned to being called by a name that was never mine. I went to school and I introduced myself to every class with that name that didn't fit. Hi, my name is--

It tasted bitter. I had to force the words out, and it made me nauseous.

I told my close friends I was considering a name change, but making it official felt like a point of no return. For better or for worse, this was permanent. And unlike the sharpie, I couldn't simply paint over this.

I shared my name with them on national coming out day. There was no big announcement. I drew as little attention to myself as possible. I changed my name in a Discord server and waited for the others to notice, which took about twelve hours.

Then-

wait who's this?

hang on

[deadname] is that you?

This was it. This was it. This was it.

yep i'm trying a new name :)

My name came from three friends talking when they should be sleeping, months of trying to say it but the word not leaving my tongue, a short message and a smile emoticon. Hardly the heartfelt coming out I'd dreamed of. No one will write a coming of age story about my journey.

But it still means something. It's my name. My friends. My sharpie graffiti. My server profile. My name.

Maybe it is a poem. It doesn't need to make sense to the reader for it to be poetry. Because to me, it flows like poetry. Almost lyrical, when I say "Hi, my name is,"

[talesfromtheenchantedforest]

don’t get it twisted

Lancelot is Lancelot’s grandfather who is also Galahad who is Galahad’s father, who is not to be confused with Galehaut (also sometimes spelled Galehot) who is Lancelot aka Galahad’s boyfriend whose nephew is Galehodin. What’s so confusing about that.

[bc-johnson]

I’ve come to accept that “Bobby” is my name but I’ve never liked it. I have a sort of familial love for my last name but it’s incredibly boring. 

Overall, no, no I don’t really like my name. But I don’t really have another option and I’m too lazy/self-conscious to change it. 

Wait, no, I’m choosing Rion Bloodsaber. That’s it. That’s the new name. 

hey wait i have a question. how attached to your name are you guys. like on a scale of “this name is perfect 4 me and i like it lots” to “if people didnt use a name for me i would not care/notice. if you called me by a completely different name for long enough id go by it” because im the second one but i remember a conversation w greass that was like oh huh! names r really important 2 me!

[mias-back-from-the-dead]

tbh i think the funniest phenomena that's been happening in the last couple years is "youtuber, having gone too deep into the research hole, has been made an investigative journalist against their will"

[elfgrove]

New Things to Beware on the Internet

On May 3rd, Google released 8 new top-level domains (TLDs) -- these are new values like .com, .org, .biz, domain names. These new TLDs were made available for public registration via any domain registrar on May 10th.

Usually, this should be a cool info, move on with your life and largely ignore it moment.

Except a couple of these new domain names are common file type extensions: ".zip" and ".mov".

This means typing out a file name could resolve into a link that takes you to one of these new URLs, whether it's in an email, on your tumblr blog post, a tweet, or in file explorer on your desktop.

What was previously plain text could now resolve as link and go to a malicious website where people are expecting to go to a file and therefore download malware without realizing it.

Folk monitoring these new domain registrations are already seeing some clearly malicious actors registering and setting this up. Some are squatting the domain names trying to point out what a bad idea this was. Some already trying to steal your login in credentials and personal info.

This is what we're seeing only 12 days into the domains being available. Only 5 days being publicly available.

What can you do? For now, be very careful where you type in .zip or .mov, watch what website URLs you're on, don't enable automatic downloads, be very careful when visiting any site on these new domains, and do not type in file names without spaces or other interrupters.

I'm seeing security officers for companies talking about wholesale blocking .zip and .mov domains from within the company's internet, and that's probably wise.

Be cautious out there.

[liquidstar]

Yes, Greece still exists, we didn't all die 2000 years ago. Yes, people speak Greek. You people are so fucking stupid for real. So many of you claim to love ancient shit but can't even acknowledge the actual living culture of the people whose mythology and classics you romanticize. You keep leaving annoying comments about how you just forget Greek people still exist, thinking you're being quirky because you love ancient stuff soooo much that you forgot about the people it came from. You think about it so little you don't even realize that an actual Greek person has to read this shit, making it clear how little you actually care about the culture beyond the romanticized (and westernized) mythology. Don't claim you love Greece, don't use our mythology anymore if you can't acknowledge that we're still around without making it about how little you think about us. It's mind boggling that you'd think a Greek person would read this and think you're anything but obnoxious. Explode.

[cubbyhole-for-flea-bee]

Macaque spent the whole season Big-Damn-Hero-ing and was NOT happy about it xD

[gay-otlc]

I think it should be normalized for anyone, cis or trans or neither, to change their name at least once because it's kinda weird that we're all named right when we're born and sometimes even before we were born and we have zero say in it.

[justmelookingbackatme]

Deadname

A name is how you declare yourself to the world. It's hard to know what your name should be when you don't know what kind of person you want to introduce yourself as; it's harder still when you know who you are, and your name paints a completely different picture.

I wasn't really aware of the gendering of names until I was about six or seven. We had an assignment in Hebrew school, to learn what our names meant. I asked my parents, and they told me, and it left a gaping wound in me that took years to heal.

My name was so feminine. I hadn't realized that having this name forced onto me declared me as a girl to the rest of the world, but that's what it did. Ever since, having people learn my deadname's meaning felt like having my clothes ripped off. The hidden, gendered parts of myself, the ones I wished to change- exposed for all to see.

I never quite made the connection between my name and myself. It always felt like that name referred to someone else, someone I was simply pretending to be.

When I started exploring my gender, I began looking into different names. Neutral, at first, then sometimes masculine.

I found a lot of names. I tried a lot of names. Over a dozen, I think. There were names I hated a week later. There were names I thought were cool, but weren't right for me, the way I feel about makeup. There were names that almost fit, maybe, sort of. They didn't feel bad. They just didn't quite feel like me. Those names were a role I played, and it wasn't a difficult role, but it still wasn't me.

It took years to find a name that felt like me.

I tried talking about name changes with my mother, once. In sort of an abstract sense. I never got around to telling her I wanted to change mine. I was planning to, but then the conversation shifted to her telling me how hurtful it must be for parents to see their trans children throw away the names their mother and father gifted them.

When my best friend changed his name, my mother told me she felt bad for his parents, because his old name was better.

I felt like I'd been stabbed again. The wound that opened in me when I learned the meaning of my deadname bled again, and I decided to hide it, and I never told her anything about changing my name.

I found a name this summer, with friends who told me that I mattered more than what my mother thought of me. They gave me many suggestions, and one of them fit. I use that name now. Not with many people, but with the ones close to me. The name feels like home in a way I'd never really thought possible. There's a spark of recognition, when I hear it said aloud. It's me.

My first name was chosen for my late grandfather, a feminized version of his. I tried different variations, and I tried just using his name. It never felt right. I tried so hard to be a good grandson, to be a good child to my mother who missed her father. I failed.

And I knew it would hurt her if she knew I'd thrown away the name she gifted me, if she knew I was distancing myself from the father she wanted to remember. I know it would hurt her. And I know it would hurt me, the inevitable rejection, the disapproval of the name that means so much to me.

So I haven't told her. I don't know when I will. If ever. I don't want to hurt her, and I don't want her to hurt me, but my deadname is a knife and I don't know how much longer I can let its blade sink into my skin.

A little longer. I'll pretend to be her daughter, her daughter with a name like a knife, for just a little longer. Keep going until I can't.

I want to change my name. I want to declare myself to the world as I am, with a name that feels like a reunion with something I've been missing my whole life. But if I introduce myself as me, that might be what kills the girl I pretended to be. I might not be forgiven for killing her.

[daisychainsandbowties]

super curious today about how people feel toward the names they might have been given. apparently i used to ask my mom about my “boy name” several times a week and get really sad i couldn’t have both my given name and that name. being trans this is hilarious to me now so wondering

also curious how this intersects with being trans!! i feel like my fixation with it definitely had a lot to do with that, so idk add in tags? if you feel like being trans makes you more/less curious about it

[its-your-mind]

[astarrkatt]

Mf sponsored my death

[bigfatbreak]

they both got bonked for being silly.

[chittychittyyangyang]

Listen, you should never film strangers in public without their consent, but I swear there need to be fines or something for people who do that shit in some spaces. For example: I had to go to the ER last night, and some jerk filmed a woman who just came in and was clearly having an asthma attack. She immediately got to go back, and he was unhappy about that. Believe me, I get that it sucks having to wait when you're in pain, but you don't get to pick who deserves care when. The medical system in the US is a nightmare, and the ER could be the worst moment of someone's life. No one deserves to be recorded because some jack ass believes someone doesn't look like they need care.

This is fine to reblog. People who film strangers should be shamed if nothing else.

[bllmak]

replaying ace attorney 4