Scar: I thought we would find it. How have we not found them?
Tango: When was the last time you saw them? I hate to sound like a dad or whatever but retrace your steps. Where did you have them last?
Scar: Ok, all right, all right, all right. All right. Come over here, dads. So, over on this side right here, I had pillars...
Tango whispers to Etho: I have them =)
can't get any of my friends to agree with me that dueling scars (early 20th century practice among upper class college boys of semi-intentionally getting a minor facial scar from fencing) are fun and flirty despite half of them having had gender affirming surgery and tattoos which are basically the same thing. hell on earth
i love you transmascs with big hips i love you transmascs who bind i love you transmascs that don't WANT to bind i love you transmascs who like their tits i love you transmascs with big tits i love you transmascs with long hair i love you transmascs that wear dresses i love you transmascs with girly interests it doesn't affect your masculinity at all if you dont want it to. i love you transmascs who don't pass i love you transmascs who don't WANT to pass i love you transmascs that aren't represented at all in the media
It looks scary. That's okay, I'm scary (so I’m told).
It looks like it hurt. It did, and it was great.
It represents a long hard road out of hell. It's a sign of my dedication to authenticity. I'm proud of it.
Transphobes do their best to scare trans men away from life-saving medical care like phalloplasty with gruesome photos of fresh surgical sites. They want you to believe that it'll always look like that. But your flesh will heal, and so will your soul.
Here's the truth about transphobes: if gender affirmation surgeries were pristine, blood-free, scar-free, magical transformations, they would STILL try to scare you out of getting them.
Getting pins in a broken leg is gruesome, too. But isn't it worth it once the leg heals?
I love my scars. They're stories told in skin. Here's where I broke up a dog fight. This one's from a gun. Here's one from an Offspring concert. Here are the ones I got in exchange for a life without dysphoria. My scars celebrate my life and remind me of lessons I've learned.
So, too, with my graft. Every day I can look at it and remember that I made it. That I am made whole. That I am free.
I don't hide it when I go out in public. I am not ashamed. Let everyone who sees me know that I am a self-made man.
Watching a vid essay about the rampant transphobia in house md and its so funny bc every house fan on here a faggot. Like house will gleefully list off several slurs without provocation in a single episode and i will be like "wow thats actually so fucked up. Surely gay people are rightfully outraged over this" and then i log onto tumblr and see hilson fucking super sweaty yaoi nastystyle & house with pre op man boobies on the same dash page without even scrolling
honestly sooo crazy to me that people will make sex-focused movies (especially the nc-17 ones) and yet we don't get to see penis? at all? not even a little bit? need equality in my movie nudity...cmon now...