Pokémon Go!

*rolls that fucking cage full of ping pong balls or whatever* who had "missing teenager discovered to be hiding under trapdoor in bedroom closet" for 2020 Bingo?

The younger generations aren’t here to mess around

Are… are these trees on fire or do I need to see someone about my pyromania?

America is a theme park and Florida is the zoo

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

This

nothing brings me more joy than repeatedly doing a bit that my mother dislikes

If you wear sunglasses would you turn to stone or nah

if medusa wears sunglasses do u not turn to stone

All my strait friends keep coming to me when they have questions about gay people and I’m just like

Guys, I am one lone lesbian.

I am not the lorax of the gays.

I do not speak for all the LGBTs

The thing about this is that it’s not just other people. I used to get compliments all the time on my hair before I transitioned; it was long and wavy and people loved it. But I hated it. To me, my hair was plain and ordinary and burdensome. It was always in the way, an absolute sensory nightmare, never did what I wanted, so I never styled it, never put any effort into making it look nice, besides washing it every so often. I didn’t understand why everyone loved my hair so much, but I liked that they liked it, so much so that it became part of my personality. So then when I transitioned and cut it all off, I was deeply upset, thinking no one would like my hair anymore and therefore that I had lost a piece of myself.

But after a few very very bad haircuts (as is the right of passage for every trans man) I found a hair cut I absolutely loved. I loved the way it felt, the way it looked, the way it wasn’t in my eyes all the time, the way it wasn’t touching the back of my neck, absolutely everything about my hair I loved. So I learned how to style it, how to use all kinds of different products so that I could make it do whatever I wanted, and I started putting effort into my hair. I styled it every morning, dyed it a different blue every six weeks. My hair has never looked better. And I still get compliments all the time from strangers about how much they love it. Probably more than I ever did pre transition. But it wouldn’t matter to me even if I didn’t, because for the first time in my life, I love my hair, because for the first time in my life, it’s mine.

There is something so so very absolutely, incredibly, incomprehensibly amazing about looking in the mirror and finally seeing yourself. And I hope every person gets to experience that in their lifetime at least once.

btw the biggest lie you will ever be told about being trans is that transitioning will make you ugly. that could not be further from the truth: i never got compliments on my appearance ever, but after i transitioned, began dressing like myself, wore my hair the way i wanted to, and especially started T, i have gotten more compliments than i ever have before in my life. people can tell when you look like yourself, like who you're meant to be. it's beautiful, attractive, and sexy. transition will not make you "ugly". it will make you yourself, and that's inherently beautiful

Today, completely unprompted, on his own, my dad, who even just two years ago told me I would never be a man, got me a “Happy Birthday, Son” card. He still has a long way to go as far as support goes, but for him that was a huge step and it means the world to me that he cares enough to keep trying. My point is that where there is love, there is hope, so don’t give up on them.

I would like to clarify that this post does not mean you should stay with/coddle your abusers. If a relationship is damaging to your physical/mental health, then absolutely cut it off. What I am saying is that if they care about you more than their preconceived notions of you, they will see how much happier you are after transitioning and they will work to overcome their biases (even if it takes them far longer than it should to realize).