Yeah You Support Mentally Ill People, But Are You Normal About Bfrbs?

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Sending love to all my trans and non-binary friends this song made me cry the first time I heard it

me, in my teens (still in my denial phase), listening to the village by wrabel in my room and bawling my eyes out: oh im just a very involved ally

Me

yearning for a butch who actually stays devoted and loyal despite it all :(

Sometimes you spend the money you were saving for a new tattoo on handmade corsets because they were on sale and they are cheaper than a functional medical back brace but work about the same for you.

Sometimes you need to find ways to deal with your own medical issues because shit sucks and buying pretty corsets works for me.

And sometimes you get to walk up to your friend group welding your wizard staff (cane) and say "Whats up sluts, guess who just spent over 400$ on corsets"

dear autistics who

white

low support needs

not need 24/7 support

can work independently

can pay taxes

language privileged

intellectual & cognitive privileged

who can fit in societal definition of useful & productive (yes, even if hard)

when fight back against eugenics & ableism, you NEED to fight alongside, fight with, n fight for autistics who

radicalized & POC

from places of world where there critically lack autism knowledge n support

visibly autistic

higher support needs

need 24/7 care

can’t work independently or even work at all

can’t pay taxes

nonverbal, nonspeaking, minimally verbal, without functional communication, or cannot communicate via language at all even AAC

w intellectual disability or cognitive disabilities

who cannot fit into society definition of useful n productive, no matter how hard we try

because we always are & always will be primary target.

because we most vulnerable most marginalized within our, OUR community, which you belong in.

because once they finish us off you won’t be spared.

trying to seduce the dykes in my history class with slutty outfits (fully clothed with a peekaboo)

❤️‍🩹

one of the first times I ever cried while I was online was when I went on the trichotillomania tag and saw I wasn’t fucking alone and I wasn’t disgusting and it wasn’t as gross as people react to it