self-portraits/ootd's
some self-portraits/ootd's over the years.
Environmental storytelling or something like that
Interesting how the transfeminine version got marked mature literally *as* I posted it, very clearly hitting some sort of automated filter, while the cis version was untouched by the filter even though it was otherwise identical
Seeing lots of additions about how I should “run more tests” and I want to make it abundantly clear that I never WANTED to test anything. I made the first post for fun because I thought it was funny, and I made the second post because I was mad that the first got instantly marked mature.
I tagged the second post “testing something” because that specific post wasn’t actually a post I wanted to make, and I was mad that my joke got filtered, so I wanted to demonstrate the discrepancy knowing that the cis version was never going to get marked mature. The tag was just there so people wouldn’t get confused about why I, an extremely trans-focused blog, made a cis-exclusive post.
This was not me trying to make some big statement or gather proof or evidence or anything. I’m just trying to make stupid jokes on my own damn blog without getting silenced purely because my target audience and I are transfeminine.
I should be allowed to just exist in my own mundane way without having to turn it into a fight, but if it comes to taking it lying down or making a fuss then you had better believe I will not go gentle.
Like don’t get me wrong, I do try to be very vocal and active in my transfeminism, but I am also just a girl who is trying to live her life!
I shouldn’t have to fight for the right to exist, and yet even at the times when I’m just fucking around making jokes I’m still not given a damn choice!
I don’t get to opt-out of this bullshit! I didn’t want this to be a whole demonstration of transmisogyny, I just wanted to make a stupid neopussy joke to bring some personalized humor to trans girls like me, who either have or want to have bottom surgery, and often feel left out of all the girlcock jokes.
This is what trans women mean when we say our very existence is political. Because we aren’t allowed to exist in the public eye unless we either do everything we can to distance ourselves from the fact that we’re trans women, or we decide to put ourselves into fighting against oppression loudly and unrepentantly.
Anonymous asked:
Oh my gosh
thats me nameee
abstractcloud asked:
Hey I was wondering if you ever ended up deciding to do commissions?
I keep forgetting to make a post but yes, there’s a high probability I’ll be opening a few slots soon! Thanks for asking!
figures drawings times
If a man is drowning, you have to help him.
Irina Sendler said, "My parents taught me that if a man is drowning, it doesn’t matter what his religion or nationality is. You have to help him."
When the Nazis began to trap the Jewish quarter in Warsaw,
Irina sneaked into the neighborhood with official papers, saying she was there to check for diseases. But her real goal was to save the babies from death.
She carried a medical box and carefully hid some babies inside it. Often, she used potato carts to hide other children and move them outside the trapped area, or covered them with blankets to keep them hidden from the guards.
She had a well-trained dog that barked loudly whenever the guards came near, to distract them and cover the babies’ cries and screams.
Irina wrote their real names on small pieces of tissue, put them inside bottles, and buried the bottles under an apple tree at a friend’s house. She believed that one day, someone would find those bottles.
The Nazis caught her and tortured her,
breaking her legs and feet, but she never told them about any child. She kept their secrets safe.
Her friends bribed the guards and got her released.
During the war, she saved about 2,500 children.
When asked why she risked everything, she simply answered,
"I couldn’t leave them."
Whoever saves one life, saves the whole world.
And sometimes you can’t save one life, sometimes it doesn’t work, sometimes there’s no way out for anyone, but … try anyway. Because it matters anyway.
And maybe no one will ever know. But maybe someday, more than a hundred years later, some stranger will cry into her coffee because of what you died trying.
The story doesn’t end here: In truth, people usually don’t regret what they did, but they regret more what they didn’t do.
So today, I want to share why this story hurts so close to home. My four children and I live in a small tent that is no bigger than 4 by 3 meters. Water was seeping from underneath, and we wake up with our mattresses wet. My children’s coughs and illnesses do not stop all night, especially my baby, Amir. Things got worse when a tick bit a three-month-old baby in our camp, causing him deformities and poisoning.
My wife and I take turns staying awake to guard the children. We only sleep for two hours at a time, switching shifts throughout the night. The destruction around us has made our tent and its surroundings full of snakes, rats, and other pests. Every night, we hear their sounds and movements.
This situation is very exhausting for us and our children. We are trying to rent a house, but we are stuck and really need your support and donations. If you are able to help us leave this tent and reach a safer place, it would mean everything to us. Any support, even small, can help change our children’s nights into something safer.
Please, share and donate if you can, help the Alanqar family get somewhere safer to stay!
None of us can save everyone, but one of us can save one person, or at least help them. Please don't stop trying. Do what you can for this family.
You are living through the same thing every bystander during the holocaust did. Are you going to stand by as children are killed, or will you do something about it? Will you help this family of 6 escape?
I never imagined that protecting my children would mean staying awake all night, listening for rats and snakes outside our tent. Thank you to everyone who is helping us feel less alone.
Today feels a little better than yesterday.
Because of your kindness, we finally feel that leaving this tent and moving to a safer place might soon be possible. We are truly grateful to everyone who shared and helped. Your support is giving our children real hope. Please continue.
Please donate if you have anything to spare at all !! Even the smallest amount helps
Your support empowers us. Your presence alongside my children enables me to take them to a better place. Please continue supporting us, and you will soon see us in a better place. Thank you for not leaving us helpless and miserable in front of our children.
Avoidance is the worst reaction to stress. Oh this thing is giving me anxiety? And it's something I could prepare for by looking at it more or learning things about the topic? No, I will take psychological damage if I look at it directly. I will still be thinking about it and be stressed though.
not now kitten mommy is languishing
Reaching for peace
Please help my friend Hamza and his family be able to afford food, relative safety, better shelter, and the ability to leave one the rafah crossing opens. They are currently living in a tent as Gaza weathers winter storms and harsh rains that have lead to flooding. People should not have to live like this.
