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cosmicmania · 4 years
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Actually life is beautiful because the sound I make while trying to breathe around hot food sounds like my dog trying to eat an apple. When I yawn my cat tries to put his face in my mouth like a little dentist man and when he yawns I put my finger in his obligate-carnivore trapzone and we both know he will not hurt me. When I do not fold my clothes, they do not hold it against me.
I am demonstrably sad, and lonely, and full of fear. But there are other people who will hold my hand, who will point out the hawk overhead, who will give you That Look in a public place. The other day at a coffee shop a child said "look! It's snowing!" so all of us strangers went to go look out the windows. It wasn't the first snow and it won't be the last but wasn't it lovely, like that?
How wonderful to live in a world where birds and frogs both say beep! How wonderful to have an ocean of beautiful sharks with their dinosaur teeth! How wonderful the moon and her changing face, how wonderful the bees and their dancing to communicate, how wonderful shrimp and their forbidden layers of vision! How wonderful, you, and what you will give the world! The way we love things enough to spend entire blogs devoted to them? How people will let me explain my Pokemon team to them? How we will both jump at the scare in the movie, how we laugh so loudly, how it feels to give someone your baking? How wonderful to be alive. I am sorry for forgetting.
This is the process of getting better. With wonderful people and wonderful strangers and wonderful friends: I am getting better, slowly. Thank you, whoever you are. In some way, you've been wonderful, and left a wonderful place in the world to ripple out to me. In some small way - isn't it beautiful - I promise, you've been helping.
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KINTAL PRESS is accepting entries for its first ePub Literary Folio
Filipino bloggers on Tumblr may submit their creative work on or before April 20, 2020. For our first issue, the theme is “Pagsibol sa Kongkreto”. We seek to discover the different ways Filipino people break barriers that hinder them to succeed.
Written Works (poetry, short story, essay) • English or Filipino • No more than 1,500 words for short stories and essays • Must be in Word DOC
Visual Arts (photography, painting, drawing, digital art, collage, montage, multimedia, photo essay) • 1,000px on the shortest side (minimum) • Maximum of 5MB in size • Must be in JPG / PNG format • File name will be used as title in the credits
Each person can submit up to 5 entries for each category. Please note that you will need to be logged in to a Gmail account to open the submission form.
Ready to submit? Click here to get started!
We’re looking forward to seeing your work!
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cosmicmania · 4 years
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creators see your reblogs. creators read the nice tags you type in when you love their work. creators beam when you ask to be added to the tag list, or tagged in their edits and writings. creators see your comments saying how beautiful their content is. creators smile when you send an ask telling them how much you like their work. creators appreciate interaction with their content and love you for it, really. so if you like something, reblog it, say how much you love it in the tags, reply to it with a nice message. you’ll make someone’s day.
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cosmicmania · 4 years
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Do it do it do it
ANON TEXT GAME Rules : Message me your phone number on anon, I’ll text you for a week without knowing who you are or what you look like to only get to know your personality . At the end of the week you can send me a picture of you
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cosmicmania · 4 years
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a comic for tdor featuring lyrics from “famous last words” by mcr. that song hits different today.
this trans day of remembrance, remember not only those we have lost, but our trans brothers, sisters and siblings that are here with us, struggling along side us. we are each other’s family; we are each other’s home.
honor the dead. fight for the living. stay safe.
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cosmicmania · 4 years
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Are you a gay trans man or woman who has been able to medically transition without your sexuality getting in the way? You have a trans man to that for that.
Born in Milwaukee, Wisconsin on June 16, 1951 Lou Graydon Sullivan grew up with a complicated relation with gender and sexuality. Pre-transition in his publication “A Transvestite Answers a Feminist”, he says, “at age 5 I had a Davy Crockett birthday party. The climax was when I appeared. I was Davy Crockett and I can still remember my thrill at the moment”.  At age 17, he had a self-described “feminine” male partner. The two of them played with gender roles and were very attracted to the gay liberation movement. From early in his life he felt an attraction towards effeminate gay men especially.
In 1973 he was identifying as a female transvestite. He immersed himself and was accepted by the Milwaukee gay drag scene. During this time, he began to furiously research historical FtM transsexuals, disparately searching for another gay trans man but continually coming up empty. He would sometimes wonder if he was delusional.
In 1975 he moved to San Francisco. By this point he was recognizing himself as FtM, but felt isolated in the exclusively MtF community. The day he was to start individual therapy, the story of another FtM man broke. Steve Dain had transitioned in the Bay Area and desired to continue to work in the school where he taught, though switching from girls to boy coach. This was Sullivan’s first contact with another FtM individual and he followed the story (the principal reacted phobically, Dain won a series of lawsuits and ultimately was forced to leave his job. He did, however, find success as a chiropractor.). He contacted Dain, making his first contact with another FtM man.
When Sullivan attempted to start physical transition, he was routinely denied on the basis of his sexual orientation. At the time, heterosexuality was a prerequisite for transition. He  campaigned for, and was eventually successful in, removing homosexuality as something that barred a person from transition. He was able to obtain hormones and top surgery. However, when seeking a phalloplasty, the gender clinics still denied him even though he had happily been living as a gay man for years. He eventually went to a doctor and in 1986 obtained what the doctor called a “ganitalplasty”. It was after this surgey he was diagnosed with Aids and given ten months to live.
Upon his diagnosis, he wrote, “I took a certain pleasure in informing the gender clinic that even though their program told me I could not live as a Gay man, it looks like I’m going to die like one.” He ultimately died on March 2, 1991 at 39 from AIDS-related complications. He left an organization, now known as FTMI, or Female to Male International and a series of books and pamphlets he wrote for FtM individuals that are still used to this day. He was identified as the first trans man to die from AIDS.
He is largely the reason we see sexuality and gender as separate entities. Lou Sullivan is a trans man who left the world better for being in it. I, as a gay trans man, owe him a debt for being able to live as I do.
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cosmicmania · 4 years
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imagine owning an independent bookstore with a cafe and bakery with a cat that sleeps on the windowsills and people like to pet her while they browse the shelves
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cosmicmania · 4 years
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she made me a playlist last night and i literally cried because while i love making playlists for people, i've never really received one so i swear to god this girl makes me feel soft sometimes
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ang gastos lumandi k HAHAAHAHAHAH
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cosmicmania · 4 years
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“they tell me girls are soft creatures but if that is the truth then why are my bones iron and my flesh steel?”
— thoughts #332 | r.m
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cosmicmania · 4 years
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Hong Kong has gotten to a point where:
police officers jeer at and insult the citizens who are on the streets mourning for the death of a 22-year-old student, calling them cockroaches 
the death of said 22-year-old student being called an ‘accident’ when the kid literally fell off the third floor of a carpark…for no apparent reason, with riot police surrounding the area; no investigation into his death at all
the pro-Beijing legislative members won’t even stand silently for 5 minutes during the start of the meeting to mourn for the death of a HK citizen 
a 15-year-old kid being charged and found guilty for being in possession of dangerous weapons, said weapons being an umbrella, a hiking pole, and a laser pen
Over the past 5 months, our energy and motivation during these protests has turned from encouragement, to resistance, to vengeance. 
We will not back down.
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cosmicmania · 4 years
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introversion and anxiety are totally different things y'know 🙄 the fear of eating alone in public is actually called solomangarephobia so yep you can be an introvert and still be uncomfortable eating alone in public
Stop labeling yourself “introvert” kung hindi ka komportableng mag isang kumakain. 🙄
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some photos from ayala triangle's lights and sounds
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Wow naman sa blog description 💕
it's a line from my favorite poem!!! hayaan mong ang tula ko'y maging halik by jess santiago ✨✨✨
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cosmicmania · 4 years
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that wilfred owen poem about everyone kissing the crucifix but he kisses the hands of the boy whos holding it hits HARD not sure why but damn
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