Born-of-star-flesh - Feral Enby

Barren ground caribou By: Leonard Lee Rue III From: Wild, Wild World of Animals: Wild Herds 1977

I find the "debate" about trans people in bathrooms so frustrating. My campus has all gender restrooms all over campus. Some of them are singles but the others are a row of stalls with doors that go from ceiling to floor. There's an indicator when they're locked. That's the way all bathrooms should be imo. You literally cannot tell who is in which stall and the only shared space is washing your hands. If you're not comfortable washing your hands around a trans person that is just bigotry.

Happy international asexuality day!!!! I love being asexual RAGHHHHHHH and i love y'all sm!!!!!!!

I am going to get even louder about my beliefs, to my friends, my family, to strangers, on the internet. I am a punk. I believe in trans rights, gay rights, equality for all sexes, freedom from gender norms, the right for any person to do whatever the fuck they want with their own bodies. Abortion is a human right. I respect pronouns. I believe in science and the impending climate collapse we are heading towards if we don't change everything (which I doubt we will) I'm queer and neurodivergent. I'm getting a degree in environmental science because I want to make a difference.

I also feel incredibly hopeless right now, I want to do so much but I don't know where to start besides sharing information on the internet. It's not enough, I need to go out and make a difference but I'm barely keeping my head afloat. This is what the system is designed to do. Keep us barely surviving so we can't organize against them.

I don't know where to go from here but I do know I'm not going to stop fighting. And neither should you. This is not going to be an easy fight and many people will lose their lives. We cannot stop fighting.

Don't forget disabled people, don't forget queer people, don't forget people of color, don't forget immigrants, don't forget all the people who will die because they can't get abortions. don't forget the people who are going to be the most impacted by this.

Gender is complicated as fuck. I know I have a gender, I can feel it as apart of me. But woman feels like sandpaper on my skin and man feels like a concept I can't begin to understand, let alone relate to. I can't describe it with feminine, masculine, or somewhere in-between because I truly don't believe masculine and feminine are real things. I like being called girl or boy because they feel endearing, but not a description of who I am. I haven't felt like a person for most of my life, the lines between myself and the world around me are blurry at best.

If I had to describe my gender, nail it down to one thing, I would say my gender is the fact that every element in our bodies came from a dying star. Stars are the reason we have life, the center of our solar systems. Stars are ancient things. Extraordinary things. And I am them, they are me. It is through them that I am apart of the world.

So who I am is Stargender and genderqueer. My whole being is inherently queer.

Trying to figure out my gender is confusing. Womanhood is like wearing socks (I hate wearing socks but the world isn't set up for someone to not be wearing socks) and I'm definitely not anywhere like being a man. I'm pretty okay with my body but sometimes my boobs weird me out. I like that my face is a little more androgynous and makeup no longer feels like me. I think femininity and masculinity are completely made up and I'm outside of whatever they're supposed to be. I'm some type of nonbinary then, but I feel like I need to understand it beyond being not a man or woman.

I'm a Person first. I feel like a solar system, cosmic and vast. Not fully understood. Not able to be held. Everything orbiting around. My body is made of stardust as well as my soul.

I'm not sure why I'm not a woman, and I'll probably always be seen as one. But I think it would eat away at me to put myself in that box

Anyone else notice the dandelion life cycle seeming all messed up? I remember them lasting for a good chunk of the summer when I was young. They were taller too. They've only popped up a few weeks ago where I am and some of them are already turning white. They're much shorter too. It makes me sad

"Such articles [about how sex is better than a movie, a book, a game etc] imply not only that sex is normal and wonderful but also that sex is the main source of adventure, reflecting what journalist Rachel Hills calls "the sex myth" in her book of the same name. The sex myth, which is an extension of compulsory sexuality, has two parts. One is obvious: sex is everywhere and we are saturated in it, from song lyrics to television shows to close-ups of women's lipsticked mouths eating burgers, meat juice trickling down their throats. The second part is the belief that "sex is more special, more significant, a source of greater thrills and more perfect pleasure than any other activity humans engage in." No sex means no pleasure, or no ability to enjoy pleasure.

"The result is that anyone who isn't sexual enough or sexual in the right way becomes lesser. The label of asexual should be value neutral. It should indicate little more that sexual orientation. Instead, asexual implies a slew of other, negative associations: passionless, uptight, boring, robotic, cold, prude, frigid, lacking, broken. These, especially broken, are the words aces use again and again to describe how we are perceived and made to feel."

~ Ace: What Asexuality Reveals about Desire, Society, and the Meaning of Sex by Angela Chen

A drawing I made a month ago that I'm still struggling with, and maybe a lot of people would relate to as well.

For me it's about my gender in conflict with my body, about the struggles of being someone with a menstrual cycle, the expectations people have of me because I'm perceived as a woman, mental health, and my asexuality. And it's about anything you see in it too.

Please don't repost my art to other platforms!