the trans agenda

Percy. Eighteen. Transmasculine genderqueer (he/him/his pronouns). Panromantic demisexual. I post Orphan Black and feminism. You should send me an ask or something.

Sep 2
mousesmiter:

ethiopienne:

on today’s episode of me having feelings, a series of tweets about “anti-rape nail polish.”

mousesmiter:

ethiopienne:

on today’s episode of me having feelings, a series of tweets about “anti-rape nail polish.”

(via animalsonablog)



When you are hurting, there will always be people who find a way to make it about themselves. If you break your wrist, they’ll complain about a sprained ankle. If you are sad, they’re sadder. If you’re asking for help, they’ll demand more attention.

Here is a fact: I was in a hospital and sobbing into my palms when a woman approached me and asked why I was making so much noise and I managed to stutter that my best friend shot himself in the head and now he was 100% certified dead and she made this little grunt and had the nerve to tell me, “Well now you made me sad.”

When you get angry, there are going to be people who ask you to shut up and sit down, and they’re not going to do it nicely. Theirs are the faces that turn bright red before you have a chance to finish your sentence. They won’t ask you to explain yourself. They’ll be mad that you’re mad and that will be their whole reason alone.

Here is a fact: I was in an alleyway a few weeks ago, stroking my friend’s back as she vomited fourteen tequila shots. “I hate men,” she wheezed as her sides heaved, “I hate all of them.”

I braided her hair so it wouldn’t get caught in the mess. I didn’t correct her and reply that she does in fact love her father and her little brother too, that there are strangers she has yet to meet that will be better for her than any of her shitty ex-boyfriends, that half of our group of friends identifies as male - I could hear each of her bruises in those words and I didn’t ask her to soften the blow when she was trying to buff them out of her skin. She doesn’t hate all men. She never did.

She had the misfortune to be overheard by a drunk guy in an ill-fitting suit, a boy trying to look like a man and leering down my dress as he stormed towards us. “Fuck you, lady,” he said, “Fuck you. Not all men are evil, you know.”

“Thanks,” I told him dryly, pulling on her hand, trying to get her inside again, “See you.”

He followed us. Wouldn’t stop shouting. How dare she get mad. How dare she was hurting. “It’s hard for me too!” he yowled after us. “With fuckers like you, how’s a guy supposed to live?”

Here’s a fact: my father is Cuban and my genes repeat his. Once one of my teachers looked at my heritage and said, “Your skin doesn’t look dirty enough to be a Mexican.”

When my cheeks grew pink and my tongue dried up, someone else in the classroom stood up. “You can’t say that,” he said, “That’s fucking racist. We could report you for that.”

Our teacher turned vicious. “You wanna fail this class? Go ahead. Report me. I was joking. It’s my word against yours. I hate kids like you. You think you’ve got all the power - you don’t. I do.”

Later that kid and I became close friends and we skipped class to do anything else and the two of us were lying on our backs staring up at the sky and as we talked about that moment, he sighed, “I hate white people.” His girlfriend is white and so is his mom. I reached out until my fingers were resting in the warmth of his palm.

He spoke up each time our teacher said something shitty. He failed the class. I stayed silent. I got the A but I wish that I didn’t.

Here is a fact: I think gender is a social construct and people that want to tell others what defines it just haven’t done their homework. I personally happen to have the luck of the draw and am the same gender as my sex, which basically just means society leaves me alone about this one particular thing.

Until I met Alex, who said he hated cis people. My throat closed up. I’m not good at confrontation. I avoided him because I didn’t want to bother him.

One day I was going on a walk and I found him behind our school, bleeding out of the side of his mouth. The only thing I really know is how to patch people up. He winced when the antibacterial cream went across his new wounds. “I hate cis people,” he said weakly.

I looked at him and pushed his hair back from his head. “I understand why you do.”

Here is a fact: anger is a secondary emotion. Anger is how people stop themselves from hurting. Anger is how people stop themselves by empathizing.

It is easy for the drunken man to be mad at my friend. If he says “Hey, fuck you, lady,” he doesn’t have to worry about what’s so wrong about men.

It’s easy for my teacher to fail the kids who speak up. If we’re just smart-ass students, it’s not his fault we fuck up.

It’s easy for me to hate Alex for labeling me as dangerous when I’ve never hurt someone a day in my life. But I’m safe in my skin and his life is at risk just by going to the bathroom. I understand why he says things like that. I finally do.

There’s a difference between the spread of hatred and the frustration of people who are hurting. The thing is, when you are broken, there will always be someone who says “I’m worse, stop talking.” There will always be people who are mad you’re trying to steal the attention. There will always be people who get mad at the same time as you do - they hate being challenged. It changes the rules.

I say I hate all Mondays but my sister was born on one and she’s the greatest joy I have ever known. I say I hate brown but it’s really just the word and how it turns your mouth down - the colour is my hair and my eyes and my favorite sweater. I say I hate pineapple but I still try it again every Easter, just to see if it stings less this year. It’s okay to be sad when you hear someone generalize a group you’re in. But instead of assuming they’re evil and filled with hatred, maybe ask them why they think that way - who knows, you might just end up with a new and kind friend.

By telling the oppressed that their anger is unjustified, you allow the oppression to continue. I know it’s hard to stay calm. I know it’s scary. But you’re coming from the safe place and they aren’t. Just please … Try to be more understanding. /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)

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Sep 1

feministinthekitchen:

like yes, humans reproduce sexually (as opposed to asexually) which means you need a sperm to fertilize an egg, and no one is trying to deny that. but what biologists have done is split all humans into two groups based on whether they have sperm or eggs (i.e. which gametes) in their bodies, which is sometimes/often correlated with what chromosomes they have (XX or XY), which is sometimes correlated with what their genitalia look like, which is sometimes correlated with what hormones occur naturally in their bodies, which is sometimes correlated with what the rest of their bodies look like (these are called secondary sex characteristics: stature, body hair, breasts, hip width etc etc)

the truth of the matter is though that these consistencies occur only some of the time. people will often just assume that all women have XX chromosomes or all men as having XY chromosomes, when in fact there are people with X0 (Turner syndrome) chromosomes, XXY (Klinefelter’s), XXYY, XXX, XXXX, XXXXX. people often have genitalia that don’t clearly fit into our clearly defined notions of “penis” or “vagina” and these differences can occur irrespective of what their chromosomes are. people can have varying levels of naturally occurring hormones which they can also manipulate themselves (either on purpose or by accident). people’s secondary sex characteristics can also vary wildly irrespective of everything mentioned heretofore.

biologists created a sexual binary because evolution is the backbone of all of the biological sciences, and natural selection (a driver of evolution) is completely dependent on sexual reproduction. so it was much easier for biologists to just treat all organisms that reproduce sexually as either males or females depending on which gametes (sperm or eggs) they have in their bodies. but the truth of it is that things are much, much more complex than that.

so the idea that “sex is a biological reality” is extremely flawed because biology and science are not infallible truths. they are fields created by humans and their observations, and very often people will make biological groupings or generalizations that are convenient for them at the time but are actually incorrect or extremely harmful. appealing to science as some sort of source of truth is just foolish.

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cannibalhaunts:

Because the witch/wizard dichotomy of the magical world didn’t fit them, nonbinary students started coming up with non-gendered terms. Genderfluid Luna decided she liked “wix” the best because it resembled “mix” while keeping the wi of witch and wizard, and now the Quibbler refers to the magical community exclusively as “the wixen world.”

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thefoxxnextdoor:

My thing is, have sex whenever you decide to want to have sex. You want to have sex on the first night, go ahead. You want to have sex after 20 dates, go ahead. You want to never have sex, go ahead. People think that someone’s sexual choices actually coincide with their personality. If all you can think of someone’s worth is whether they want to have sex or not, then the problem is probably you.

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deonte-s:

realized this is still news for most of yall! big update: nothin up top!

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ziggyp0p:

cool remind that my hair is the best

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Aug 31

wolfiery:

get to know me meme - 3/5 favorite movies

Into The Wild - “If we admit that human life can be ruled by reason, then all possibility of life is destroyed.”

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loveniaimani:

thatdudeemu:

White people scream race doesn’t matter until someone makes their favorite character black

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narwhalx:

'Halcyon' (or rather an alternate verse in which Sarah reached Beth before she jumped.) 

A/N: Sometimes I type words and get carried away and asfajklfadklfj. Blah. I tried. Also. This may or may not turn into a collection of connected one-shots but shhh.

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“When Rachel saw that she was not bearing any children, she became jealous of her sister. So she said to Ethan, ‘Give me children, or I’ll die!’

Ethan became angry with her and said, ‘I am in the place of God, and have kept you from having children.’”
Genesis 30:1-2 Ethan Duncan telling Rachel that the clones were barren by design (via tanagarielrunsonduncan)

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felixdawkins:

sarah manning alphabet meme

E is for Elizabeth Childs (Roommates & Twins AU)



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