there is a very big difference i think between “i was and am a semi-public figure/niche internet microcelebrity and it felt incredibly weird and gross to have strangers speculate on my gender identity” and “my friend who i personally know joked that i might be trans and that helped me figure a lot out” and I think a lot of egg discourse happens when someone acts like these are both the same thing that should be treated the same
speculating someone is trans whether seriously or as a joke can either be helpful or harmful depending on who is doing it and who it’s being done to and that’s fine, know your audience and relation to a person i guess
if you are coming at this from the angle of protecting innocent cis people from the horrors of being presumed to be a trans woman then i do not care about you though. I’ve had enough of that “can’t we just let men be feminine” coded dogwhistle shit. fix your heart or die,
autism moment is when I was three or four I told my parents I could read. We were staying at my grandpa’s house & I got up out of bed and brought downstairs the dr. seuss book my dad had just read to me at bedtime and I said I could read it. so I opened it up and “read” the whole thing and my dad was ASTOUNDED and he made a big thing of it so I burst into tears and told them I was lying because I didn’t actually know how to read, I’d memorized it word-for-word when my dad read it to me and then I just recited it while turning the pages and I was a farce and then my poor dad spent the next hour trying to make me understand how that was also deeply impressive but I was inconsolable.
I don’t know how parents don’t laugh at kids’ dramatics more often because I woefully put my little head in my little hands and I said “am I still your baby?”
Thought they were gonna disown me for Dr. Seuss Crimes.
MED-KIT: H- hey! MED-KIT: What are you doing!? CY: We have stuff to do! MED-KIT: Y- yeah, but this is just creepy!
[The area transforms into a cuboid world.]
CREEPER: Creepy, huh?
[Awwww man]
CREEPER: It’s so cool to meet you guys!! CREEPER: You’re like… THE contestants!!! CREEPER: Oh my gosh oh my gosh you’re so cool!!!! CY: Hey, it’s a creeper! MED-KIT: And she seems to be gushing over us… CY: Are… are you okay? MED-KIT: N- not really… MED-KIT: I… really don’t feel comfortable around people… CREEPER: I can’t believe this is real!!!!! MED-KIT: …Like that. CY: Well do you want to go mining or something? CY: Cy thinks it’ll be fun! MED-KIT: Yeah! MED-KIT: I can get away- MED-KIT: Woah!
[Cy drags her away. It’s much harder now she weighs the same as him.]
MED-KIT: You can stop doing that you know. CY: Sorry!!! CY: Cy just thinks it’s so cool we’re in Minecraft!! CY: This is the greatest game of all time!! CREEPER: Hey guys!! CREEPER: I saw you were running away so I followed and- CY: AH!!
[Cy punches the creeper before running away, Med-Kit following.]
MED-KIT: Did you really have to do that? CY: IT’S A CREEPER!!!!!! CREEPER: That was very rude…! CREEPER: Maybe I won’t vote for you in winners round two! CY: AAAAAAAAA- CY: Oh hey look minecraft diamonds!
Israel is continuing its trend of kidnapping Palestinian doctors with the purpose of torturing, humiliating, and ultimately murdering them. Every doctor killed means dozens or hundreds more will die due to lack of care.
Israel also aim to break the spirit of Palestinians by subjecting people to horrific tortures and publicizing it. They want people to be afraid. They underestimate the resolve of the Palestinian people.
Like… the intention is good, but I don’t know how I feel about the angle of “you shouldn’t bully someone because you may not know the whole story”. You shouldn’t bully because it’s fucked up.
That girl you called fat, maybe she’s NOT starving herself. Maybe she just likes to eat. You want to call her names because of that? Fuck you.
That girl you called a slut, maybe she’s not a virgin, maybe she’s had a lot of sex with different people, sex is fucking AWESOME! Your hang ups with women and sexuality is not her problem. You’re an asshole.
That boy you pushed down in the hall… maybe everything’s great at home for him, so the fuck what? Don’t put your hands on people you piece of shit.
That black girl you teased for her skin color… just, fuck you, period. Doesn’t matter what the fuck is going on in her life, you’re fucking garbage. Get the fuck out of here.
The old man with the scars… seriously? Like… if you’re making fun of an old man’s scars you’re too far gone, you’re some kind of amoral sociopath or something cause that’s just some fucked up shit.
That “gay boy” you made fun of? Go fuck yourself.
The man you made fun of for crying? He just watched the episode of the Office where Jim and Pam get married, so what? Who cares why he’s crying? People have emotions dipshit.
That poor boy? Oh you’re one of those assholes who makes fun of poor people? Go die in a fire.
How about just don’t bully people at all for any reason cause it’s a fucked up thing to do regardless of what you do or don’t know about them? Treat people the way you want to be treated, it’s that simple. We’re all human beings just trying to be happy, you make the world a worse place when you try to stand in the way of that.
Snaps my fingers at you as you scroll past this post
Look at me. Listen.
I’m not the best at serious posts, but that article up there reminded me of how important it is that people like you stand up for us. So hold on while I try to get this out of my mushy end-of-work-day brain.
We could fight this fight ourselves for decades trying to reach the equal laws, gender affirming trans healthcare that doesn’t have a 2-5+ soul-eating years of waiting time, medical care with equal knowledge of lgbtqia+ bodies, and, what is often forgotten, inclusion in the little everyday areas of life like our way of speaking or things being set up or designed with the existence of queer people in mind.
But you joining in could get us there so much faster.
The power you have as a hetero cis person is that you set the standard for what is seen as the average way of treating us among other hetero cis people. You have been given the power of deciding what’s “normal” and I’m begging you to use it.
Richard Green is a great example of to what extent your actions can help our situation, and smaller ways of support still add up to a great impact on society, and could make the days of the queer people you interact with.
Educate yourself before you speak up, but don’t be silent.
Fun fact in addition: Cary Elwes wasn’t allowed to be part of that scene because he kept laughing. The Westley on the table was dummy.
This is AFTER he broke a toe riding Andre the Giant’s ATV, and got concussed when he and Christopher Guest tried to make the scene where Count Rugen knocks Wesley out more convincing.
Mandy Patinkin busted the rib trying not to laugh, and also accidentally stabbed Guest during their fight scene.
About the only person who didn’t get some form of overenthusiasm-induced injury or illness during filming was Robin Wright, who had to repeatedly get her dress burnt up in the fire swamp scene because Goldman ruined one of the takes by screaming “Oh my god, she’s on fire!”
i swear the princess bride movie was just a bunch of cast and crew deciding to dick around and film it.
it was Jackass before Jackass
The guy in the giant rodent costume got arrested on his way to the set and they had to delay production to go bail him out
Pictures like this are so important! I wish I would have seen more of this when I was younger. I’d have been more receptive to my body’s need for mobility aids if I had seen it in a positive light like this.
so this might be tmi but the first time i jacked off it was like 2005? I was playing the sims 2 for the first time and i didn’t know anything about Gay but i made my male sim kiss don lothario, which i didn’t think would work. i then googled “2 sims kissing (boys)” and that led me down a rabbit hole (lol sims 3 reference there), and yeah, ya know, I did the self-woohoo. that same night there was an oprah re-run about teenage pregnancy and i was horrified. oh my god, i was convinced i was pregnant, nevermind that i am a little cis gay boy with no uterus. nevermind that i was a virgin. i was CERTAIN I was pregnant. Like, 900%. I had done the nasty and had become filled with my own vile seed. I started getting really self-conscious about my belly expanding. I didn’t want to google anything about masturbation leading to pregnancy out of fear it would confirm all my worst fears. My male sim got abducted by aliens and came back with morning sickness. He gave birth to twin aliens. that confirmed it in my mind that it was biological possible for men to carry children, perhaps even their own.. what was i going to tell my parents when i gave birth to myself? anyway I went to the doctor with a cold and he asked me what was wrong and i told him i was pregnant and he pissed himself laughing. this whole ordeal lasted about 5 months, but the lasting effect will probably follow me to the grave.
Pictures like this are so important! I wish I would have seen more of this when I was younger. I’d have been more receptive to my body’s need for mobility aids if I had seen it in a positive light like this.
The biggest warmongering race of Aliens declare war on the local Galaxy cluster. The opposing group of peace-loving Aliens, who had befriended most Alien races, are finally forced to reveal their secret weapon, a ‘classified’ species called Humans, and their tenacity as persistence predators.
“Ma’am. The V’afinog leader has sent a message.”
Rahn closes all six of her eyes, heart sinking into her thorax. A fine tremor starts in her vestigial wings. “So it’s true. They’ve returned to their bloodthirsty crusade.”
Undan nods miserably. The holo-pad in his hands shows the details of the crisis; six ships already attached to the planet holding their Boundary Station. A thousand V’afinog are holding the planet hostage. It’s only a matter of time before they assume complete control of the Boundary Station and can open the relay of shields between their galaxy and Rahn’s.
Rahn doesn’t bother with denial. Yes, there’s supposed to be a treaty between their Galaxies. Yes, the V’afinog are breaking that treaty and risking every trade agreement that keeps them alive in their barren corner of the universe. Yes, it’s beyond imagination, beyond comprehension.
But it’s happening.
She makes a conscious effort to hold her wings still. “The Station?”
“Still unbreached,” Undan reports. He twists the pad around so she can see the glowing red dots that mark the V’afinog troops. “However, they’re making short work of our shields. Ma’am, I don’t think we have a choice. They’re too fast.”
“On my grandmother’s wings,” Rahn whispers. This is the worst possible scenario, a scenario so awful that there is only one course of action left. “All these years holding them back wasted because those bloodthirsty lizards can’t keep a single promise.”
Undan’s wings flutter uncomfortably. He doesn’t need to ask who this new they are. “Our relations with them are quite good, ma’am. I don’t think there’s too much cause for alarm. They’ll help us.”
Rahn stares at him in horror. “Undan, you befriended one, didn’t you?”
The biggest warmongering race of Aliens declare war on the local Galaxy cluster. The opposing group of peace-loving Aliens, who had befriended most Alien races, are finally forced to reveal their secret weapon, a ‘classified’ species called Humans, and their tenacity as persistence predators.
“Ma’am. The V’afinog leader has sent a message.”
Rahn closes all six of her eyes, heart sinking into her thorax. A fine tremor starts in her vestigial wings. “So it’s true. They’ve returned to their bloodthirsty crusade.”
Undan nods miserably. The holo-pad in his hands shows the details of the crisis; six ships already attached to the planet holding their Boundary Station. A thousand V’afinog are holding the planet hostage. It’s only a matter of time before they assume complete control of the Boundary Station and can open the relay of shields between their galaxy and Rahn’s.
Rahn doesn’t bother with denial. Yes, there’s supposed to be a treaty between their Galaxies. Yes, the V’afinog are breaking that treaty and risking every trade agreement that keeps them alive in their barren corner of the universe. Yes, it’s beyond imagination, beyond comprehension.
But it’s happening.
She makes a conscious effort to hold her wings still. “The Station?”
“Still unbreached,” Undan reports. He twists the pad around so she can see the glowing red dots that mark the V’afinog troops. “However, they’re making short work of our shields. Ma’am, I don’t think we have a choice. They’re too fast.”
“On my grandmother’s wings,” Rahn whispers. This is the worst possible scenario, a scenario so awful that there is only one course of action left. “All these years holding them back wasted because those bloodthirsty lizards can’t keep a single promise.”
Undan’s wings flutter uncomfortably. He doesn’t need to ask who this new they are. “Our relations with them are quite good, ma’am. I don’t think there’s too much cause for alarm. They’ll help us.”
Rahn stares at him in horror. “Undan, you befriended one, didn’t you?”
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