Do you hear me in my name
Does my soul
Fill the space between?
Bones like autumn leaves
And skin of winter chill.
Hair like late spring eaves
And eyes of summers’ still.
These are things
I’ll never take,
Nor it brings
My heart to break.
Do you hear me in my name?
I chose it all anew.
Like the leaves and winters chill,
The eaves and summers still,
Now I feel my name,
when I breathe,
And sing.
it's really the perfect gender, in my opinion.
It's like; a highly visible way to indicate you're trans, you could have taken steps to try and hide that to pass better BUT YOU DIDN'T, and if anyone gives you any shit you can kill them with your antlers.
what's not to love?
Really making me reconsider my recent switch to a sharksona... when I could switch to a deer girl with antlers instead...
Consider: shark girl with antlers
Right, considering the current state of corporate politics on this site, and that it seems that only those affected seem to be actively speaking on the matter, this needs to be dragged out to a wider audience.
We need to show these higher ups how much we truly value them.
Edit: Changed the wording of the post and decided to put in a reminder that this extends to refusing to believe in bogus call-out posts for frankly minuscule thinks such as being horny or kinky, especially if the target is presenting in an ‘unconventional’ manner, (therians, etc.) this double standard where it is seen as ‘degenerate’ for transfemmes to merely exist in certain spaces, yet everyone else is fine to do so is disgusting and part of the reason for the backlash.
Right, considering the current state of corporate politics on this site, and that it seems that only those affected seem to be actively speaking on the matter, it is up to I, the only fucking cishet on tumblr, to drag this out to a wider audience.
We need to show these higher ups how much we truly value them.
Happy Out Of Touch Thursday
Once in a timeline, out of touch remix plays, and we have to thank the tumblr gods it this to go on for so long
Did not see get down on it Friday posted anywhere today and this is extremely disheartening.
I am taking matters into my own hands.
Fantasia (1940): The Nutcracker Suite
my favorite thing about the mystery genre is that we all accept the concept of "world famous detective" without hesitation even though that is absolutely not a real category of celebrity
ataraxia: (n.) a state of freedom from emotional disturbance and anxiety; tranquillity.
