thing from beyond that gets really salty whenever someone assumes they can just turn into anything they want
“ohh you’re a shapeshifter, ohh just turn into a bird and fly over to-” fuck outta here, do you know how long legs took me? never mind the entire rest of this body. you think i can just fold myself into anything i want on a whim and have it work? hey you speak english, go talk to this guy in hungarian, they’re both languages right? that’s how you sound right now. asshole
The most. profound thing about HRT for me has been claiming ownership of my own body to the fullest extent. It feels like I already broke the warranty seal and this bitch is now mine to fix.
If my body is a temple, then it’s a temple to gods i no longer worship. It’s abandoned, overgrown, crumbling, but it’s still there, and it’s mine. I will fix it slowly, I will restore it, but no longer in the image that one might expect proper for a temple.
Brick is just brick, stone is just stone, flesh is just flesh, other people’s meaning doesn’t imbue them with anything holy.
Nothing is permanent. Nothing is reversible. Get that tattoo. Get the piercing. Cut your hair. Dye it. Shave it. Split your tongue. Get that surgery. Move out. Break up. Hook up. Start HRT. Start working out. Gain weight. Post tits. Do drugs. Live by you and yourself. Put a halfpipe in the church. Ollie over the redeemer.
- cherry wine is about domestic abuse. it’s now called a cute proposal song.
- too sweet is about seizing the day and ignoring healthy habits in favor of having more fun with unhealthy ones. he’s actively critical of himself in the song. it’s now called a song about thinking you’re superior for drinking black coffee.
- take me to church is about worship as a metaphor for sex. it’s called a religious song.
- eat your young is a song about war and political greed. it’s called a song about sex.
- now, the strongly political message of nobody’s soldier is being ignored in favor of calling it a metaphor for hozier’s relationship with his fans.
when are we going to stop simplifying hozier’s music down to cute little cottagecore bogman forest music? maybe you dont want to hear this but i don’t care. quit listening to hozier for the aesthetic. there’s a reason why empire now, foreigner’s god, butchered tongue, etc. songs with unignorable political messages are among his least popular songs.
The opposite of a mansion murder mystery where everyone present is a bounty hunter who really wants to take credit for the murder and the detective has to find out who really did it
Assistant: “What about the gunpowder found at the scene?”
Detective: “I thought about that as well! But as you can see from the bullet wound, it was clearly done posthumously.”
Assistant: “Remarkable find! But why would someone shoot a corpse?”
*Bounty hunter ‘Gun shootman’ tossing his hat on the ground and stomping it as he rips up the contract he hoped to cash in on fulfilling*
Femme fatale: his ink bottle was knocked over detective. I dont know if that means anything but its all i could find. *coquettishly turns and shows off ink stains on dress*
Detective: The victim was murdered in the lounge actually so i don’t think there should have been any ink there at all
Femme fatale: *takes off heels and throws them through the glass window*
In the end it’s revealed that the “victim” died of natural causes
The opposite of a mansion murder mystery where everyone present is a bounty hunter who really wants to take credit for the murder and the detective has to find out who really did it
Assistant: “What about the gunpowder found at the scene?”
Detective: “I thought about that as well! But as you can see from the bullet wound, it was clearly done posthumously.”
Assistant: “Remarkable find! But why would someone shoot a corpse?”
*Bounty hunter ‘Gun shootman’ tossing his hat on the ground and stomping it as he rips up the contract he hoped to cash in on fulfilling*
Femme fatale: his ink bottle was knocked over detective. I dont know if that means anything but its all i could find. *coquettishly turns and shows off ink stains on dress*
Detective: The victim was murdered in the lounge actually so i don’t think there should have been any ink there at all
Femme fatale: *takes off heels and throws them through the glass window*
In the end it’s revealed that the “victim” died of natural causes
I remember once while I was still taking college classes, the professor (a cis man who liked having open discussions, teaching a very small class that was mostly cis women with I think one cis man and me, the openly trans man) decided to ask us a question that was definitely not an original idea but the point was to see what we’d say.
If we found a way to reproduce without sperm and decided to sterilize all people with penises and testicles and let them slowly die out to form an all-woman society, what would we lose?
Now, if you’re like me, you’re probably going to lose sight of the actual point of the question itself and get lost in the flaws built into it. If you’re not like me and you’re capable of disregarding the problems inherent within the question and engaging with it as intended, I’m going to ask you to not do that because that isn’t really the point of me sharing this story.
Probably much to the professor’s annoyance, I could not resist my urge to call attention to what I saw as glaring issues with this premise. I also, naively I guess, felt the ethical concerns of wiping out an entire group of people was obvious. So the first thing I said was
“This wouldn’t even actually wipe out all men, since trans men would still exist.”
Yes, there’s more issues. I didn’t get to say them all. This was the one I managed to get out and I wasn’t willing to cause a scene over this. I, definitely naively, thought that since I was the one trans person in the group, there would be some awareness that I had experienced and perspectives that the others hadn’t heard and they would be willing to listen. A cis woman was very quick to dispel that thought:
“No, they wouldn’t cause there would be no point [to being a trans man].”
And if that doesn’t say a metric fuck ton about how cis people view trans men, then the way absolutely nobody but me was willing to argue with her on this and the fact that cis people since then, especially cis women, have found ways to communicate the same sentiment in various other ways over and over again certainly fucking does. And it’s the blatant refusal to acknowledge how trans men are seen as “women trying to be men because misogyny/patriarchy” and not as actual trans people or as actual men (with us sometimes fitting into one category but not the other depending on who’s talking and what’s convenient for them in the moment) because the very people writing about trans men as non-trans-men are thinking of us in exactly the same way as well that leaves me finding every single thing talking about trans men that wasn’t written by a trans man as deeply lacking and ignorant of the realities of being trans men.
It’s been years since that day. I’m still frustrated. Not just by that moment alone but by how often it’s never directly said, heavily implied exactly once, but still made clear repeatedly in every other way that I’m not viewed as actually trans by some, not viewed as actually a man by others, not viewed as actually either by most, and at no point am I allowed to argue against it without someone, especially cis women, being quick to shoot me down with their willfully ignorant idea of a correction.
Now, this post was supposed to be about statements like “kill all men”.
“Kill all men - not you, though!” Yes, because you think I’m a woman playing dress up to escape misogyny and in your female supremacist fantasy utopia I’ll just detransition. After all, there’s no longer a point to all this that you can see. Can’t be that I have an internal sense of identity that happens to be best described as manhood and that being forced to be a woman is effectively erasing my actual identity in favor of some version of me you happen to like the idea of better, thinking I could ever be that when that version of me is nothing more than an idea and not actually me.
“Kill all men - including trans men cause I’m inclusive!” I guess KAM is technically shorter than “get back in the closet”. Because that’s the impact this has. You’re telling trans men to stay in the closet or get back in there if they’ve left. You’ve established that it’s not safe to be trans around you. As if it’s safe for any trans person to be anywhere. Look, we can agree that a trans man in the early stages of transitioning can, for short periods of time, pretend to be a girl for survival, and we can agree that a passing stealth trans man will likely be treated like a cis man as long as he stays stealth, but 1) this is not evidence of trans male privilege and you are a clown for thinking “having to closet yourself for safety” is anything other than proof of oppression, 2) trans men do not just look like butch cis women until their first T injection and then suddenly a beard shoots out of his face and his muscles instantly double in size, there is an in between point where you cannot pass as a cis woman or a cis man. There is no safety in being a trans man. Statements like KAM are going to impact us differently because in saying this you’ve made it clear that even in trans friendly spaces we’re not safe or welcome. We can either be trans and born-female but not real men and therefore okay or we can be men and gender traitors who know nothing about the magic sisterhood shared by all womyn and must be eradicated with all the cis men (ooh, maybe start with the trans men so we can give any lost egg trans sisters time to come out - we know trans men are men, but some of these “cis men” might not be!). The fact that you decided trans women are women and trans men are men (but not actually trans like trans women are) doesn’t make this better. It’s even worse if you’re not trans yourself and pulling this, cause you’re putting on a masquerade of acceptance and using it for violence, which I’m sure you won’t hesitate to wield against any trans women or possible-trans-men who step out of line.
And no, I don’t care that in this moment you’re not literally killing us. Cis women with these beliefs can use what social power they have over trans people as a whole to their advantage and take their man trauma out on us as they please and we have to walk on eggshells and expect nothing from them in response. We may not be dead but we’re sure as hell not being treated well.
“It’s just a joke, we’re just venting! Calm down!” There’s a time and a place for this, you know. A cis woman who just got sexually harassed by an older man and angrily telling her friend “I wish men would just die” is not really my enemy here. A trans man venting about an experience with a cis man being creepy, rude, transphobic, or all three is not a good time to say “men are gross and should die”. You’re using KAM jokes to distance yourself from your cis status (cis women are also guilty of being creepy, rude, and transphobic to trans people, including trans men) while also establishing the literal victim of a cis man’s behavior as being equal to the cis man in terms of how bad they are. You can put “kill all men” on your blog and say it’s a joke but if I put “die cis scum” or “I’m a cismisogynist” on my blog as a joke about the negative experiences I’ve had with cis people but especially cis women*, I know some of you will be up in arms about that.
* (keep in mind it’s not just casually transphobic comments, it was a cis woman who sexually assaulted me, it was a cis woman who manipulated me into a toxic relationship, it was a cis woman who outed me as trans at work by screaming about my genitals the second I told her I wasn’t planning on ever getting pregnant cause I’m a man and I’m not comfortable with the idea of getting pregnant, and there’s been too many cis women who see nothing wrong with weighing in on trans issues just to show how much they hate trans men because we’re men… or did they mean gender traitors)
I said it once, I’ll say it again.
If you have issues with trans people get tf off my blog.
I don’t understand how Bethesda manages to create such insane and interesting lore for Elder Scrolls series, but then every game they put out is boring and shit. My only explanation is that there’s a blind hermit living in the ventilation system of the main Bethesda office who crawls out at night and writes down his dreams into random in-game books, and then the actual developers just never bother to delete it. I don’t believe for a second that the same people who wrote the dogshit Skyrim’s story also invented insane stuff like Lyg.
Like, there are fucking space-time ships and towers that anchor the world in reality and then the games are about some big dragon trying to destroy the world or cultists summoning an evil god. And there’s actually cool lore even behind those plots, but it’s all hidden behind a shit writing of the main story.
Me: I’m going to look at horse forums, I bet the drama there is so funny
Me after 4 hours of horse forums: Damn….those people really love and care about their horses…
See, I think horse people are Like That because you can’t do anything with a horse without entering into The Mind of the Horse. Like yeah, to ride a horse you need an intimate understanding of how its body moves and how your body is in contact with it and everything it is seeing and hearing and feeling in its own body and how your body responding to the horse’s movement and reactions creates feedbacks upon the horse’s response—which in itself is borderline spiritually merging yourself with the horse consciousness —but you can’t even clean a horse’s feet or lead it into a pasture without some power to understand What It Is Like To Be A Horse, because a horse is a Giant Beast with strong instincts that can drive it to kill or maim in a heartbeat, and it’s the horse’s trust and confidence in you and by extension your trust and confidence in the horse that keeps you both safe.
So being a horse person seems to be 90% stuff like standing in the stall trying to telepathically Enter The Consciousness of the Horse to try to unlock why the horse is fucking scared shitless of mops
and subsequently to Understand the Deep Psychological Foundation of Horse Self-Confidence so as to create a Scenario where the horse can encounter a mop and feel empowered and strong rather than Murderously Terrified
@osedaxworm yeah i think the “why” comes into play when they’re trying to figure out what the common thread is in the set of related things that make the horse freak out
A lot of the people I was reading about had horses that came from previous owners and it seems like a long string of bad training practices in the past can leave the owner of a rescued horse with a LOT of work
The most wild thing about horse training to me is that the horses start to try and do it back if you telepathically Enter The Consciousness of the Horse correctly.
I acquired an abused and neglected horse a few months ago. She spent the earlier days of our interactions trying to bite me, kick me, run me over, and buck me off through any means necessary. I empathized with her. I was very gentle with her and showed her that I didn’t plan on bringing her any additional harm. She started letting me introduce her to people, and she even started letting the vets I brought in help her instead of trying to fight them.
A couple of weeks ago, I asked her to jump over a scary obstacle for the first time. She was really uncertain and kept checking in to make sure I thought it was fine, and when she realized that I was sure, she did the horse equivalent of saying, “well, okay, we can give it a shot since it seems like you really want to”. Lately when she’s unsure if something is okay, or when she doesn’t want to do something, she’s taken to simply stopping instead of bucking. I think she’s trying to take care of me. We still need to get through the stopping problem, but I’m beyond grateful to her for trying to keep me safe even when she’s feeling strong emotions.
The past few days, she’s spent a lot of time licking me from head to toe. Not even just my skin, but my clothes, too. This wouldn’t be super significant, except that I have a dissociative disorder, and I’ve been in and out for the past few days. It seems like she’s trying to keep me here.
If you try to understand the horses, they try to understand you. They’re truly unlike any other kind of animal I’ve worked with in how deeply they try to understand their people.
*gently holds this post* hornse…
Horses are deeply perceptive animals and to some degree understand human emotion and empathize with it. They do start to see you as their herd mate, their friend, their protector, and in return they will protect you in their own way.
I can sit outside on the ground in my field with my horses, and if I’m feeling happy and relaxed, they think, “Oh, our human is resting here. We will stand vigil.” And one will position themself over me. Others will stand watch. And the great thing is, if you take up the position of standing vigil among horses that trust you, they’ll say, “My human is here watching over me. I can rest now too.” And having a horse trust you enough to lie prone on the ground and sleep is a wonderful feeling.
Alternatively, they pick up when things are wrong too. If I am scared, you can believe they will be wary, which is why it’s so unbelievably important to work through fear rather than expressing it uncontrolled when you’re around a horse. They will respond how you do. They also can tell if I’m upset. Going back to the situation where I go out and sit in the field. I’ve done that a couple times while deeply upset. The horses that aren’t mine, that I don’t share as close of a bond with, are a little unnerved by it. They investigate, but ultimately are more worried. However, the horses that I do have a bond with have seen me and thought, “There’s something wrong with my human. They’re upset about something. I might be able to help.” Now, their version of helping is standing over me, chewing on my hair, pulling on my shoelaces, and chasing off other horses who try to investigate, but those are behaviors that tie back into me being part of their herd. Grooming, play, and protection. And again, getting a bond like that isn’t easy, but it is so worth it.
They’ll also try to eat your hair if they like you. That’s not relevant to this discussion it’s just really annoying.
It’s true. All of it.
I have had horses in my life for probably longer than a lot of people in this space have been on earth (I’m an elderly millennial). I also worked as a professional in the horse industry, with great hopes of being a US team rider, for over half my adult life. I gave up on that because not only did I realize that meeting that goal meant needing way more luck and money than I had (hard work literally means shit in elite sports, most of the time), but also because it dawned on me that I could not reach the level of success I thought I wanted and maintain the type of relationships I had developed with the horses I trained, rode, and cared for.
But all of the above? All of it is true. Horses are wildly empathetic. Extremely good judges of character (my first horse HATED my high school boyfriend. I should have listened way sooner). And they are so generous and enthusiastic to do things with you when you approach it with them the right way.
My horse I have now has been with me for almost 14 years. I bought him with hopes of him being my first real big time horse. He was (and still is) immensely talented and athletic. He is also extremely “vocal” with his opinions. He was infamous in his younger days, both from a blog I kept of our adventures and from stories I shared on a popular horse forum. He was (and still absolutely can be) a punk.
I always did my due diligence. I made sure the punk behavior wasn’t because he hurt or was confused or didn’t like what we were doing. I learned, pretty quickly that, no, he was happy, healthy, and loved his job. He just had to make his voice heard. And I gave him the freedom (within reason….kicking me was a bit too much) to express himself.
A few years into our life together I was hitting maximum burn out. I hated my job in the industry, I loved the sport but hated the professional game, and I needed something to change. One day, I was having a terrible day. A TERRIBLE day. I was supposed to be competing the next day, but when I swung my leg over his back for our usual pre-competition tune up, I didn’t have the bandwidth to do it. I was fried. Emotionally and mentally drained.
And he knew it. He gently carried me away from the barn, out of ear shot of clients and staff, and then I burst into tears, full body sobs. His ears swiveled around, his body softened, and he took over, taking us out into the fields and woods surrounding the farm. For 45 minutes, he carried me gently through the countryside he and I both loved. My sobs gradually quieted and my tears dried, and I slowly calmed down. And he took care of me the whole time. My little punk of a horse, who regularly spooked at butterflies and suspicious blades of grass, was gentle and kind to me. I think, in large part, because I’d always tried to be gentle and kind with him, giving him room to express his own emotions.
Our lives changed dramatically in the days following, but he has remained that same empathetic soul, who always seems to know when I need a chuckle, when I need 10 more seconds of his head pressed to my chest, when I need just one more whiff of his horsey smell. He always knows.
I love animals and I have been blessed to have a life full of them. I have had a heart dog, and my heart cat will probably be climbing into bed with me soon. But as dearly loved as these animals are to me, the horses are the ones that truly astound me with their intelligence and empathy.
My bully from 5th grade who snapped my glasses in front of his friends just found me on social media a few weeks ago.
He wrote me a long apology saying how he was now a father to a 3 year old little girl and was taking her to get her first pair of little glasses in the next few days—and it brought back what he did. He said couldn’t ever handle the idea of someone doing that to her.
My first instinct was to tell him to get lost, but I realized I was getting what I always prayed for. I just wanted the people who were mean to me to eventually understand it—even if it took a personal experience to relate to and 14 years to open their eyes.
A piece of me healed in that moment as I gave him glasses advice for his daughter because I was the same age when I got my first pair.
Kids are really ruthless, but it takes a healed adult to reach out to apologize. And there is always time to change; it’s never too late.
One of my favorite tiktok niches that was created by people so bored they’re barely alive is that there’s a whole diet soda community where they believe everything you do greatly effects the way diet soda tastes and there are very specific methods of serving it to make sure you get the right flavor as if it’s an expensive steak or something. but the best part is they believe how long you leave it in the fridge is the most important part in all of it, which they call, “marinating”
i checked this out because i found it almost impossible to believe but its true at least for this one lady
Reblogged this before reading the notes, so now I’m editing my reblog to note that this story is 7 years old, the nurse sued and won, the cop got fired, laws and policies got changed to further protect patients and healthcare workers
ID: A screenshot of a Tiktok, showing a white person with long brown hair, wearing a grey hoodie, staring at the camera with text on the screen reading: “when shit keeps happening to me but at least i have more lore”
I feel like this is the kind of thing you only reblog if you have an aesthetic blog, which I do not, but goddammit I just love it when the moon lines up with stuff
