So I have both a brother and a sister and recently I came out as genderqueer and my mum’s reaction was basically “aw yisss i collected the whole set”
The only correct reaction
the whole set
I’m an only child. When I came out as nb, my mom told me she had been praying really hard to have both a girl and a boy, but had long since given up on trying to conceive a second child. Her response? “Well, I guess my prayer had really been answered all along!”
Rise of the Pink Ladies was nominated for choreography Emmy this week. You cannot legally watch an Emmy-nominated show because god forbid the studio has to pay workers for it—that’s the state of the industry with streaming right now. That’s why SAG and the WGA are striking.
instagram doesn’t let you put emojis in your gender nor does it allow say you use any pronouns, add that to the pile of reasons to never use Instagram again
I think it took me so long to come to terms with my gender identity because every time I thought about transness/genderqueerness in any way my mind always added an unnecesary sense of finality like. If I imagined living as my opposed agab, deep down I would be filled with an unsettling sense of dread that made me reach the wrong conclusion that I was cis.
In reality that fear was only there because the thought of stagnation, of being one single thing, terrified me.
Thinking I was cis did not take away the tingling sensation that yearned for something more. It’s just that I was used to living like that and thus it was easier to pretend it wasn’t there.
The liberation I felt when it finally clicked that there REALLY are no rules; that people will assume things anyways as long as it aligns with their internal narrative and that I just…could be… was like taking a huge weight off my shoulders that I didn’t even know I was carrying.
