#not a guy

[apartfromgod]

having a crisis.. no gender for me. figure it out yourself eyem TIRED.

[hunteromeachair]

A new job, and new co-workers, is an internal minefield of deciding what to say and what to remind and what to insist on.

Can, or should, it be enough to be happy that a new co-worker asked if I preferred he \ him or if I used other pronouns, and then used them on our last shift together? Does it also have to be sad and complicated that he misgendered me with blissful unawareness the next shift we just finished working?

I feel just as positive about his ally-ship today as I did on our last shift. I am disappointed but also not surprised. We got to talk a lot today, just like last shift, and he is an incredibly open, curious, intentional person who values authentic connection and knows that he doesn't have anything figured out. He is respectful and I know that if I asked him directly to try to always use my pronouns, he probably would.

At work I am intentionally not pointing out my pronouns tattooed on my wrist, nor requesting that people use them, nor even wanting to tell people "officially". I guess the complications come from my own desire to not have to expend emotional energy in deciding what misgendering I'm ok with, and what I'm not.

If I have chosen to stealth, kinda, it means I can just kinda ignore every "he" and "his" and "man" and "bro" because I have a big beard and I am 5'10' and I am bald and I look like a man and I know that "man" is what people mostly see. My jewelry and my rainbow tattoo and my purse usually just land as "gay man", and the man part of that is the most important signifier for most everyone.

Sometimes I am seen as "faggot", a much broader and more dangerous category to be placed into. Disturbingly, I feel more seen by people who place me there. Their awareness that I fuck with gender gives me gender euphoria.

I am almost never ever seen as "woman", even though I am as much a woman as I am a man. I am seldom seen as "femminiello", which is what I actually am. And when I am it is only through choice - the default category for me is always man.

My new co-worker is an amazing ally in a real and practical sense. He started today by saying, "I didn't want to say 'Hey my guy' so I wonder if I can say 'Hey my gay' instead? And I told him fuck yeah he can!

Because I'm not too fussed that he called me "he" and "him" all day. He started today by telling me really directly he knows I'm not a man. And that feels the best: when people are clumsy or unsure or forgetful about pronouns but they make it clear that they know I'm not a man, I feel seen in a way that gives me little gender-gasms of delight.

New jobs suck. Being a complicated type of transgender person at a new job sucks, too. But like, not as much as I thought it would. At least not with the one co-worker I've actually spent time with. Maybe the rest are gonna surprise me too.

I wish it wasn't such a big deal that he made an intentional effort immediately upon seeing me that was validating and confirming that he saw me as who I am in such a simple way. I wish that it was just normal to be seen as who I am.

Even more than that, I feel incredibly lucky. Some guy at my work made a point of letting me know that I'm not a guy, and that's pretty fucking awesome.

[bloodbending]

can’t believe tiktok is actually getting banned, twitter is infested with bots and brainworm-infested musk bootlickers, facebook is king of QAnon, instagram caught the plague from facebook and is dying a slow death in real time… and as the dust settles… only Miss Tumblr is left standing… failing upwards once again

[know-ill-keep-moving]

viktor vs cait innit

[amartworks]

had a fun experience on the subway the other day

[tangylemonade]

What the actual fuck and why so accurate

[wishfulsketching]

Girl dad Silco is a source of endless entertainment for me

Extra doodles:

Someone save Sevika, she is in hell

[omgthatdress]

ily, menswear guy

[noodles-and-tea]

Haha… yeah… that’d be crazy…

[rats4brainzzz]

imagine how much of a fucking horrible person you have to be that on the first day your elected into office the crisis calls of a Suicide Prevention Project Go Up 33%. The Trevor Project Received over 1,400 Call By Early Monday Afternoon. Most of those calls, if not all, are coming from children. Children scared of you and what you will do. Imagine how much power and how horrible you have to be to do that.

( Edit ) Link To Where I Got My Info:

[ceaselessbasher]

I swear to god one of these days were going to see a video of Amaury Guichon and he's going to be making some wings and they are going to look dope as hell, the detail of each feather will be breathtaking, he'll spray paint them to perfection, but as the video goes on, he's not building any sort of winged creature, just the wings. And then there's a human-sized harness (also made of chocolate, somehow, he can do it). And he's attaching the wings to the harness. And he's putting the harness on and he demonstrates how he can flap the wings. And then he'll be off. Out the window and up and up and up. And we'll be looking at the livestream (it's a livestream now) and we'll scream "No, Amaury, the sun! It's going to melt the wings!". But he knows this already. And he is free.

[unpeeled-human]

special defense

does this count as anything ???is this art

[theriverbeyond]

Ideal work schedule:

I show up and am given a list of cognitively engaging but achievable tasks

I complete the list

I leave immedietly

[blorboresidue]

one time I used the ben affleck smoking reaction image in the family group chat and my mom replied with the funniest possible response which was: "mommy doesn't know who the guy is???" and that phrase has not left my brain since. I'll see blorbos on my dash that I don't recognize and I'll be like well it seems mommy doesn't know who the guy is.