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I'm Otis. She/her & they/their. Killjoy name: The Peacemaker. I'm 26 as of 2017. I'm pretty odd. I try to find beauty in everything and everyone. I'm not my skin. My Tumblr is sort of like my diary.
an ice cold beer topped with a scoop of vanilla ice cream. lying on top of the ice cream foam is a salted peanut. this is the angel. around him are sprinkles (his tears). this is “the angel’s lament”, my new cocktail
You are my word, my sentence, my entire language I may have other thoughts, I may dream other dreams But in the end, I’m only speaking of you Even if I endlessly count the stars and not try to dream There remains countless reasons of why I think of you all night [SHINee ‘Countless’ 2018]
girlbulge is such a choice look i really wish it was more normalized
No offense to the droves of nsfw blogs reblogging this, but this was actually not meant to be a horny post. Let trans women exist in public spaces in their natural bodies without having to tuck or take other uncomfortable measures. I deserve to be able to wear tight clothes or go to the beach without having to be uncomfortable or in straight up pain from tucking just because some fragile cis people might think it’s some kind of perverted sexual display if there’s any sign of a bulge. So again, girlbulge is a choice look and I really wish it was more normalized and not seen as something inherently sexual, because it’s literally just how our bodies look in certain clothes.
got my first terf shitstain in the notes throwing a tantrum about this which is part of why i think it’s so important to normalize it. people being driven to seething rage at the mere thought of having to see a little bump under someone’s clothing is not fucking healthy! trans people deserve better than to be treated that way! i should be able to safely wear what i want without having to worry that my body is gonna send someone into a complete fucking rage!
A part of destroying the Patriarchy is to desexualize the penis.
A dick isn’t inherently sexual.
Girlbulge is not inherently sexual if you’re not a patriarchal douchecanoe, which all terfs are patriarchal douchecanoes.
what I really liked as a little kid was that an old nice man would visit our neighbourhood every saturday in his little green fiat 126p, park on the edge of our old and ugly playground, and set up his cotton candy machine.
it was a loud and horrible metal thing smelling of fuel and burnt sugar. it was the best cotton candy ever. the small cotton candy cost 50gr and the big one (so big you couldn’t eat it alone!) cost 1zł. he’d always wait as we stood under the balconies, each kid yelling MAMOOOOOOOOOOOOO DAAJ MI NA WATEEE
if you only had super small change like 20gr he’d still make one for you, just very small. and if you stayed until obiad time when he would start disassembling the whirring miracle machine, he’d let you scrub out the sticky bits of half-cottoned sugar with ice cream sticks.
cheesy songs would play on his little radio and a gaggle of other grandpas and uncles would gather around him if the day was sunny to talk about old times. we’d tease him all the time, monsters that we were, or try to sneak into his ugly-green maluch.
made a lot kids smile, especially if you didn’t really have much money.
hope you’re alright, wherever you are.
and you know, it’s funny – each time that I see a green fiat like his or each time I see cotton candy, I think of this man. he’s probably gone now, none of us even ever knew his name, he was just pan od waty. but even a loose 50gr coin found in a pocket now makes me think, 20 years later:
the saddest sight in the world is a married couple at a musical and the wife is super excited and happy and the husband looks like he was dragged along and he’s making a big deal about how much he doesn’t want to be there and the wife gets embarrassed or ashamed. this isn’t a funny post, it’s actually heartbreaking and i see it happen at like every other musical i attend.
Yeah, as an usher what makes me sad is when I see wives clearly dressed in their Sunday best, beaming and buying merch and smiling at me as I hand them a program, toting some guy dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt who declines a program. And that’s at least a quarter of the couples who come in or more. Like come on man, she really loves this stuff, can’t you try to enjoy it for her at least?
About as bad as when you see a big-eyed kid who looks like this is the greatest day of their life, all excited to see this show, and their parent/grandparent/aunt/Cousin/Friend/whoever they convinced to take them keeps making fun of them and saying how dumb or ridiculous they’re being. For Gods sake, this is a person you care about and this is a thing that means a lot to them. Smile, get off your phone, and be happy for them.
Don’t get sucked into the “if they really cared I wouldn’t have to say something” spiral. No matter how close you are with someone, it’s unfair to expect them to know things you haven’t actually communicated.
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