raise your hand if your nose is currently a brick.
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Afab people can also develop a gendered subjectivity in response to transmisogyny, whether they've been victims of it or not, just as amab people can develop it as a result of misogyny. So, if transfemininity is also defined by this characteristic, afab transfem also fit into it. Your objection to this fact is just a bias based, at best, on ignorance.
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It's is a bioessentialist prescription because you're adopting a conception of transfemininity that dictates that to be transfeminine, you have to fulfil to expectation of being male assignment at birth. this is no different from someone who uses the bioessentialist conception of womanhood which require female assignement at birth. Both are form bioessentialism that we should not perpetuate at our level, but rather we should re-thinking these gender categories in a way that doesn't align with bioessetialist conceptions
whoops! you caught me out aha. I forgot that afab trans people have subjectivities shaped by transmisogyny. I also forgot that cis womanhood is defined in large part thru transmisogyny: the fear of being clocky, constant affirmation by distancing from the tranny-object except when it's hot to have a bit of a jawline now, palatability as opposition to the monstrosity of being the shemale. I guess cis women are transfeminine too!
let's remember, while we're at it, that transmisogyny is the spectre that haunts the subject of the cis man. the gendered border policing lest one take a step too close to sissification, the prohibition on behaviour that could threaten to make him a girl—oh! cis men are transfeminine too!
in fact, we're all transfeminine! transmisogyny, as the recognition and attempted correction of the tranny-glitch that undoes the threads of gender, asserts itself against all of us. it is impossible to be a gendered subject without having contours shaped by the domineering pressures of transmisogyny, because that is what demands we all fall in line to the gendered nightmare. oops! all transfem!
but wait. a certain group, deprived now of unique identification, has just lost the ability to describe its gendered situation. it has been swallowed up by the seas of inclusive thinking or whatever. I guess that's okay :) I guess we'll drop our complaints :) we were a nuisance in the first place, weren't we? sorry. so sorry for existing this way.
listen to me. listen to me not as your fucking ephemeral gender oracle telling you what you want to hear before being thrown away, not as your bullshit mouthpiece granting you entrance to this mystical domain you want to claim for yourself, but as a god damn person for once—an impossible thing to ask of the transmisogynistic tranny wannabe, I know, but try!
you cannot escape hegemonic gender and its violent devices with flaccid platitudes about "re-thinking these gender categories" as though by changing the names of things you can change the things themselves. transmisogyny is the bioessentialism, and transmisogyny is why I am a failed man—the faggot embodied—something less than both man and woman—a gender traitor specifically against my assignment itself. and if you cannot recognize the unique ways that transmisogyny is deployed unrelentingly and irrevocably against the ones who will never be able to resort to birth assignment as a defense—against the ones who cannot throw their hands up and say, "I was never supposed to be a man in the first place!"—you have not understood the first thing about the root source of transmisogyny, and it is no surprise to me that you have no sense of transfemininity as a political category, a(n un)gendered class.
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i love palestinian and arab culture so much.
my grandma wearing thobes around the house and making us tamriyeh. my cousins wedding when we all wore thobes and keffiyehs and took photos downtown and we danced with someone playing the guitar on the street and this lady stopping us to tell us we all looked so beautiful. walking the graduation stage in a thobe. the girl who liked to guess arab peoples ethnicities telling me "you're wearing tatreez... do you want me to write 'palestinian' on your forehead?" the keffiyeh my brother keeps on the drivers seat of his car.
my dad sending me off to my last semester of college with 2 pomegranates and a jar of palestinian olive oil. my cousins wife coming up with new ways to make zaatar and cheese pastries. me and my grandma sitting on the floor and making waraq 3neb- my job was to separate the leaves so she could roll them easier. my mom sending me and my brother to school with eid cookies for my teachers and tasking us with delivering some to the neighbors. my aunt glaring at me and piling more food on my plate and then asking if i was still hungry (i wasnt). my mom always telling me to invite my friends and cousins over for dinner and asking me what they like to eat. my family getting my dad knafeh instead of cake for his birthday. the man who told me i made the "best fetteh in the western hemisphere".
the man in the shawarma shop who gave me my fries for free and baklava i didnt order because we spoke about being palestinian while he took my order. the person on tumblr who i bonded with because we are from the same palestinian city. the girl i met on campus who exclaimed "youre palestinian? me too!" because i was wearing my keffiyeh. the girl in my class that showed me the artwork about palestine her dad made and donated for fundraising. the couple in the grocery store who noticed my palestinian shirt and talked with me for 20 minutes and ended up being a family friend. the silly palestinian kids i tutored sighing in disappointment when i told them i was born in america because they were hoping that id have been born "somewhere cooler". my friends family who bought me dinner despite me being there by chance and having met me for the first time the day before.
the boys starting uncoordinated dabke lines in my high school's hallways. the songs about the longing and love for our land. the festivals and parties and gatherings where everything smells like shisha and oud. memories of waiting in the car for an hour as my parents talked at the doorway of their friends homes. my cousins and i showing up at each others homes with cake or fruit or games as if it was the first time we ever visited even though we always say "you dont have to".
kids stubbornly helping to clean and make tea after a meal while being told to go sit down because they are guests. the necklaces in the shape of our home countries. people hugging and laughing and acting as if theyve known each other for years because they come from the same city or know people with the same last name. the day i finally got to bully my friends into letting me pay the bill because i had a job and they were still students. my moms friend who calls us every time she's at the grocery store to see if we need something
palestinian people are so resilient and hardworking and charitable. they love their culture and their community and are so quick to share and welcome anyone in. everyday i am so thankful and proud to be part of such a warm and lovely culture
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To this day Sam still claims to be a fitness influencer. No one wouldn’t argue he wasn’t one, a few years ago. But now people have to laugh about it secretly when Sam still holds on to that.
He became an influencer because he loved to be in the spotlight. But deep inside he just craved to have a boyfriend who loved him and gave him attention.
After he spent a couple of years becoming very successful in the fitness influencer scene, he finally met his special one. And the best part was, that his new boyfriend gave him ALL the attention he could imagine. In fact he even planned his diet and prepared every meal for him!
But the weird thing was, that companies stopped sponsoring him and canceled working together with him. He became frustrated, after all the work he had put into it. And he couldn’t explain why they did it? 🤷♂️
Sure he has gained maybe a little bit, but that doesn’t mean he wasn’t athletic anymore.
But Sam was very happy that he had such a loving and caring boyfriend who never stopped believing in him and who took care of him.
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I TOLD YALL I WAS COOKING >:DDD
Finally got around to finishing what I had planned as a Valentines post, ignore the fact that it's march now XDD
This is a follow up to this post I shared around mid-february in honor of my two favorite lovebugs ;p
If you thought they couldn't get any cheesier, you were dead wrong-
Vanessa is holding back the very strong urge to BITE BITE BITE BI-
(also if it wasn't clear, here's the dialogue for the last page XD)
Damien: Huh.. It's like.. dough..? So soft...
Vanessa: Yeah...
Damien: ...You wanna make out?
Vanessa: Yeah.
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“That's My Man” from The Amazing Spider Man 2 OST, Song by Liz
🎵🎶 I am not worried, he'll come
Just like he always does
Yeah
Yeah, that's my man
Countdown, here we go
Turn this up on your radio
Blast off, coast to coast
Where we're going, baby, we don't know
Freak, freak, free to be
Anything that I wanna be
(If we wanna) party, (if we're gonna) party
Like it's the end of the week (come on)
He is like my watch
He's always on time
We might not have much
But I know he's mine
We love where we're from
It's like we're stuck in time
A cold world melts with love
I'm electrified
And they say boys get to have all the fun
The cops and robbers stay on the run
Saving your girl, it's a task so kick his ass
That's my man
And they say boys get to have all the fun
The hero's job is never done
Saving your girl before yourself, caught in your web
That's my man, yeah
Hello world, it's your girl
You're talking to a Harlem girl
Where I'm from, they are often
Swinging
Don't get me wrong, there's also love
Like my boyfriend from above
The way he loves me, that just leaves me
Singing
He is like my watch
He's always on time
We might not have much
But I know he's mine
We love where we're from
It's like we're stuck in time
A cold world melts with love
I'm electrified
And they say boys get to have all the fun
The cops and robbers stay on the run
Saving your girl, it's a task so kick his ass
That's my man
And they say boys get to have all the fun
The hero's job is never done
Saving your girl before yourself, caught in your web
That's my man, yeah
Many boys have made me out of breath
But yours didn't go away
And I suppose I figured out how
He pulls me out, he's an angel
And they say boys get to have all the fun
The cops and robbers stay on the run
Saving your girl, it's a task so kick his ass
That's my man
And they say boys get to have all the fun
The hero's job is never done
Saving your girl before yourself, caught in your web
That's my man, yeah
And they say boys get to have all the fun
The cops and robbers stay on the run
Saving your girl, it's a task so kick his ass
That's my man 🎶🎵
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