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mywingsareonwheels · 2 months

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I've started to immediately block "and everyone clapped" commenters on posts. They somehow manage to be both the most unnecessary cynical *and* the most embarrassingly naive people on tumblr, and so fricking infuriating.

I mean... do they not know about life? Do they not know how weird and rich and singular a day can be?

When I was about a year old, I almost certainly got mentioned on a science programme on the radio (as an anonymous baby who'd been witnessed being totally unconcerned by a species of insect on a specific beach in western Scotland). My jazz upright bass playing was once complimented by one of the drummers for Animal (as in the Muppet) (and then I got too ill to practice... *sighs*). One of my ancestors was the Italian-born daughter of a Spanish mercenary during the Napoleonic Wars who shockingly married a roper from north-east England and went back to North Shields with him and their baby (and oh goodness does there need to be a novel about them ;-) ). I've had a hug from Jacqueline King to wish me luck when I was playing a principal boy in an amateur panto.

Those are four random facts about me, some impressive, some not really. I'm not particularly unusual! Life is just like that sometimes.

I'm not saying believe everything you read on the internet, but honestly personal history anecdotes in my experience tend to be a lot more reliable than some other things.

Also this: if you do "and then everyone clapped" about somebody's account of experiencing marginalisation or oppression you are being a shithead. Even if you are genuinely of the opinion that the person posting might not be telling the truth, you are entirely likely to be wrong, and the consequences if you get it wrong are bigger than if you leave well alone. One thing I haven't mentioned above is the times I've experienced ableism or biphobia or transphobia or neurosupremacy, and you know why? Because I honestly don't care if anyone on here thinks I'm lying about any of those facts above. I mean, I'll still block anyone who disbelieves me, on principle, because fuck that shit. But it's not exactly important.

Being disbelieved (especially openly disbelieved for lols) about the important stuff though? Oh man that's horrible. And nobody needs that.

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pigeonwhumps · 2 days

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Sanctuary masterlist

Taglist: @littlespacecastle @mirasmirages @flowersarefreetherapy @whumpinggrounds @cepheusgalaxy @painful-pooch @i-eat-worlds @a-funeral-romance @rainydaywhump @bbu-on-the-side

Anita receives an email from WRU about Lea's training, sending her spiralling.

CWs: BBU, pet whump, anger issues, self-harm, implied past suicidal thoughts, rape, sexual slavery, self-hatred, past transphobia

Theo is next door when Anita receives the email.

She's glad. He wouldn't be able to hear her, but he's very sensitive to her emotions and behaviour as a survival mechanism, and she wouldn't want him witnessing her primal, anguished scream. Mittens streaks out of the room, ears flattened to their head, as she throws something at the wall. She's not sure what. It doesn't matter. How dare they? Those utter–

"Anita? What have you done to your room?"

Her paati is behind the curtain giving her a little privacy with the open door, and Anita sniffs. Paati's words are serious but her tone is more worried than anything. It's been a long time since Anita's done anything like this.

"You can come in," Anita croaks, and her patti pushes the beaded curtain aside slowly, cataloguing the room. "I–"

She gestures to the computer. Paati approaches, takes the recently-vacated seat, and frowns at the email on-screen. Anita takes a deep breath and translates it into Tamil.

Paati sucks in a breath and reads it through for herself. She flattens her sari over her lap, a nervous movement. She always used to do that before Anita's parents evenings.

She did that in the hospital. It's one of Anita's strongest memories from the place.

"What are you going to do?"

"What they want. I have to, right? It's too dangerous to do otherwise."

Paati looks at her, and as always happens, she finds her thoughts bursting out of her in a torrent of pain and helplessness.

"They're trying to make her for me and I don't want that. I just want her to be safe and loved and with Theo, I don't– I'm not going to have sex with her. But I need to send these, don't I, they'll be suspicious otherwise, and I hate it, I've never even said those things to someone I love, let alone– let alone to help condition a sex slave."

The last part comes out in a choked whisper. She's buying a sex slave. Participating in this horrific system. No matter the reason for it, it's still abhorrent, and she hates herself for it. Hates herself for not being able to find another way to reunite the pair.

"I know what you're thinking. Stop it. It's not your fault, chotu. You're getting Lea out of there, safely and subtly. There's no need to feel so guilty."

Anita knows. She knows. Everyone's told her that, Marjorie and Alix and everyone. But she can't believe it, because she's still buying a sex slave.

It took her years to stop being a coward and help people again. And now she's buying a fricking sex slave.

Her paati hits her gently on the arm. "Stop it. I'm making you tea, and you're going to drink it all, and that will help. Wallowing won't. Get up and do something."

So she does. She finds Mittens and their favourite toy, and plays with them in apology for earlier. Trying to block out what she has to do.

Lea will be here soon. So at least there's that. Even if... even if Anita has to do this to get her. It's nothing compared to what Lea is going through.

Absolutely nothing.

Paati comes into the living room and sets a steaming mug smelling of her favourite blend of tea leaves and cinnamon down beside her. "Drink it all before you do this."

"Thanks," Anita croaks, taking a sip. Then a gulp, scalding her throat but worth it. She nurses it a little, liquid turning into little whirlpools with her tears.

She doesn't want to move but she supposes she had better get it over with, so she swallows the rest of her tea in two more gulps.

It's a shame to waste it. Maybe, if she asks nicely, paati will make her some more later.

She walks to her bedroom and sits on the bed, scrolling through the list of suggestions WRU sent on her phone. She just can't think of any herself. She chooses the three she thinks she'll most be able to stomach.

She closes her eyes briefly. She doesn't want Lea made for her. She doesn't want Lea made for this. But she has to go along with it, or she'll risk everything.

Okay. She can do this. It's just three sentences, it's easy.

Anita's stomach churns as she presses 'record' on her phone.

"Oh that's good."

She plays it back to herself. She sounds choked, like she's being forced into recording at gunpoint.

She tries again.

The second try is better. She still has to resist throwing her phone at the wall. It's not fair.

Next phrase. As her therapist used to encourage her to do when she got hopelessly angry as a teenager, moving on.

She swipes at her eyes angrily, glad there isn't video.

"Go on. Just like that."

This one sounds slightly wavering, but Anita decides that that's okay. If she was about to cum maybe she would sound like that.

And the third... the third, she just gives up on holding back her sobs and tries to turn them into sobs of ecstasy instead. She thinks she does a pretty good job. WRU suggests several sounds, and Anita isn't trying moans. She couldn't manage that, and she never intends to, with Lea.

And then she just about makes it to the toilet before spewing her guts up.

She thinks she's probably chucked up everything she's eaten or drunk today. Her mouth tastes disgusting, but it can't be as bad as Lea's is if she's being trained.

It reminds her of that taste though. She throws up again.

She needs to clear her head. She needs to clear her head, she can't afford to remember that right now. She can't afford all these emotions, can't afford to sit here and tremble and throw up, she needs to get up and submit those files.

But she can't move.

She scratches at her arms fiercely, desperately, itching to get the emotions out, gone, to push herself to move and get it all done. She finally breaks the skin with a spike of pain and a rush of relief.

And she crumples to the floor.

She takes a shaking breath, and then another, watching the blood as it drips to the floor in slow, red, hypnotic droplets, joining the salt water there. She feels better, even through the trembling and tears.

Two pale, scarred, wiry arms take Anita's upper arms tentatively and she looks up. Theo.

"May I help you, Mistress?"

Anita nods. As he helps her sit up, she thinks how much he's grown. The first time he was in here he didn't dare speak, let alone ask questions and touch her without permission.

Theo fetches bandages and tape out of the cupboard and kneels down in front of her. She holds out her arm, which he diligently cleans and wraps a bandage around.

"Miss Indira told me what you are doing, Mistress. Lea has been training as a Romantic for months. If you did not send the recordings she might think she is unwanted as a Romantic. Or her handler will tell her that. It's the worst feeling for a pet, Mistress, to be unwanted for your only purpose."

"Oh. Thank you for explaining."

She wonders if his explanation makes it any better. She decides that it doesn't.

Lea isn't just being raped. She's being taught that she's nothing without it.

Anita just watches as he smoothes the bandage carefully over her wrist and ties it off. She wonders where he learnt how to do all this.

When he looks back up at her, she says carefully, "I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel unwanted. You're not. You never will be."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Thank you for this. I can finish with the rest if you'd rather go and relax. It's my mess."

Theo shakes his head and gives Anita a tentative hug. When she returns it, resting her head on his, his gets tighter.

They're both shaking, she realises. Theo needs this just as much as her.

She rubs his back soothingly. It's good for Theo, and anything to distract her.

Eventually, she draws away. She needs to get on with the day. Get the submission over with. She can't just sit here.

"I can clear up."

Theo shakes his head, again, and stows the bandages while Anita wipes the floor. She flushes the toilet several times and dumps cleaner down it, unable to clean properly but unwilling to let Theo do it.

"Okay, sweetheart. Let's– let's go."

Anita makes a valiant effort to carry her own weight but she's not sure how well she succeeds. In the living room they bump into paati. Almost literally.

"How are you doing?"

"I've finished the recordings, just need to– upload them."

"That's not what I meant, chotu. You know that."

She nods. She does know that, she does, but she doesn't want to worry her paati more than she clearly already is.

"Better than Lea."

Paati holds out her arms encouragingly and Anita falls into them. As has been the case since she was little, it's one of the only places she feels completely safe, and she buries herself in her paati and cries her heart out.

"You're safe. No-one's going to hurt you here."

Of course, her paati knows exactly where her mind has gone. It wouldn't be anywhere else.

"I know. I know I know I know."

And she's lucky. At least when she was told, more or less, that she would only be only a proper girl if she could take someone's penis well (and she certainly knew she wasn't a boy so what was she?), she had people to convince her she was worth something. In Lea those sorts of thoughts are encouraged. It's sick and twisted. How can it be legal to systematically, repeatedly rape one group of people and for another you can receive a life sentence for it?

The sleeves of her jumper have pushed themselves back at some point, and paati touches her wrist.

"Do we need to contact your therapist again?"

Anita shakes her head. She can't anyway, she doesn't know what they'd do if they suspected she supported pet lib.

"I won't let it get as far as before," she croaks. She has people to look after now, and this is just a blip anyway, caused by a combination of Lea's treatment and some of the phrases WRU sent.

"Good. Tell me if you start to think that way again, because I can't lose you." Anita nods. "Why don't you finish the submissions, then you can have tea and a nap, and after that we can decide about this evening?"

"Can't sleep."

"Try." She turns to Theo, signing something and then repeating it out loud for Anita's benefit. "Do you still want to go tonight?"

"Yes please, Miss Indira, if that is acceptable to you and Mistress."

Paati nods. Anita could cry at his progress. He's expressing himself.

She makes her unsteady way to her room and collapses in front of the computer, trying to upload the files without thinking too hard about what they are. It's a complicated process made all the more so by the tears blurring her vision, but she manages it after a few tries. As she finally presses 'submit', she feels a surge of self-hatred so strong she has to cling to the table to keep herself upright. Lea's being made for this, made for her, made to be a sex slave, and Anita's just condemned her to the worst of it, whatever Theo says.

She's as bad as her own rapist now.

By the time paati comes in with three steaming mugs, she's curled up in bed, blankets over her head, Mittens sprawled on her, Theo pressed against her side. Leaving the world to sort itself out.

#whump #whump writing #bbu #box boy universe #pet whump #lady whump #caretaker and whumpee #caretaker whump #mixed media #sanctuary #anita oc #indira oc #theo oc

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possibly-astraeus · 6 months

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So, today was going well. Until my dad picked me up at the end of the day.

So, me and @dragonra305 were talking about... I forgot, and my dad comes, pulls into the student parking lot to pick me up. As I get into the truck, he and dragonra are just... stared at each other. In like. A demon Chaos child way. Then he's laughing, and I say something like, "they're just goofy, I guess," and after a second, he said, "But there's only one there,"

Who knew one sentence could ruin my whole day. So after I glare at him, he laughs and is just laughing about "how fast my face fell," and I'm obviously pissed off over his transphobia and tired of it. Sure, he's new to it and has time to get used to it, but he has met dragonra, and it has been 2 years since he has, and he has a child who uses they/them pronouns.

"He was raised with a family who didn't really know about this type of stuff. He just can't understand it."

ITS NOT THAT HARD TO UNDERSTAND

IF YOU CAN CALL A ZOMBIE DECORATION A HOM YOU CAN CALL A HUMAN A THEM, IT'S LITERALLY NOT THAT FRICKING HARD SO STOP BEING AN ABSOLUTE JERK ABOUT IT AND JUST BE DECENT.

I'm this close to just yelling at him about it

#mask says stuff lol #tw transphobes

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queerdo42 · 4 months

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I feel like a part of being transmasc is understanding certain feminine issues in your core but never again being able to speak about them.

I don't mean that trans women don't have a sense of that--they do, and honestly probably better than me. They fit into that societal box, in a sense, around sex. I don't mean gender, I mean appearance and the ideas that come with it from that from an outsiders perspective, rather than from someone who could understand.

But I, who escapes this reality in becoming a man (in a perfect world without transphobia), lose the voice I had as a woman. I never used it as a woman, because it was so attached to womanhood. But now that I have a new perspective by being gender diverse, it becomes both easier for me to accept that parts of me aren't attached to any gender, and also to speak on the things that I no longer attach to a gender.

But, either way, I am a man. A man who does not have an opinion on things to do with women. I, despite me honestly forgetting, have the potential to need an abortion. I, even if I'm just a dude dealing with other dudes, have a perpetual fear of men. A lot of people who were raised in female gender roles do, because that's what we're taught. That men are scary, that boys will be boys, that boys only want one thing, that men are stronger. And we are, even in feminism, struggling beneath the grip of men.

Men make a lot of sexual jokes around other men. I have to be okay with this because I am a man, and it's a part of being a man. Women get abortions, not men. Women help other women when there's a creepy guy, not a man. If he does he's white-knighting.

And I'm not criticizing any exact things in this post. It's just a weird, caged feeling of never being able to speak on what you know to be true, because you're either a man speaking over women, or a woman deep down who will never be a real man.

Gender is stupid and I have autism. Frick society. Rant over.

#transgender #feminism #transmasc #trans man #rant post #gender is weird #gender issues #patriarchy #Crispy Juicy Tender I'm a mentally ill transgender #rant #transmysogyny

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dear-indies · 9 months

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ofc not to slam all staff because some of you are fricking amazing and must be beyond frustrated right now but i have to say what the fuck is your boss doing like tumblr hasn't fixed 2 factor auth for SMS, you can't turn off tumblr live for more than 7 days, broken search, says people with photosensitive epilepsy should buy ad free tumblr, haven't added a flashing lights community tag, haven't commented on blazing violent transphobia and sponsoring zionist pins but they can update a whole new dashboard layout which we don't need 🧍🧍🧍🧍🧍 and the funny thing is i wouldn't mind ads every x number of posts or on the sidebar (IF THEY WERE VETTED ADS) but it's clear boss man doesn't care for his userbase.

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alleycat4eva · 1 year

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You literally just pulled a random picture from the internet that has little to do with modern scientific stances on gender and sex. At least source your pictures and try to read up on the latest developments in science.

https://blogs.scientificamerican.com/voices/stop-using-phony-science-to-justify-transphobia/

Also have people never seen mixed toilets before? Is that not a thing in the US? There is literally a lockable stall you go into, so what the frick is the problem? It’s not like we do communal shitting while rubbing elbows like the romans anymore.

I mean. The NHS agrees sex exists on a binary

https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/differences-in-sex-development/

But sure. Whatever.

Also no. The US doesn't even give us full walled cells to piss in. It's a half finished closet.

https://metro.co.uk/2019/03/16/transgender-woman-18-sexually-assaulted-girl-10-morrisons-toilet-8914577/?ito=cbshare

https://www.womenarehuman.com/transgender-proponent-of-mixed-sex-showers-locker-rooms-raped-deaf-woman-johanna-wolf/?fbclid=IwAR0Q8pFhV5keB81Zg1_tOi-_NrwRoBO4PptwBv_08NXDFm-_vM5_ez0HIFk

https://odysee.com/@Skirt_Go_Spinny:7/Wrong-Ans-Only-1:b

So I don't want men in women's spaces. That's like. Just what I'm saying.

#men #trans #gender #transgender #transwomen #gender critical #radfems to touch #radfems #tw #terfs #terf do touch #moids #male assaults in female restrooms #what a surprise

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heavens-made-of-rainbows · 2 years

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Taking steps to become a worship leader at school has honestly been one of the reasons i’ve been finding joy in my faith again.

Like, I get to take a step back from all the homophobia, transphobia, and cruelty of what’s being taught around me and lose myself in harmonies all about God’s love and care. Get to remind myself and those who I know are struggling that “hey, this isn’t the end. soon we’ll be out of here, able to live the life we were meant for. and until then, God’s going to stay right by our sides, no matter how much they try to convince us otherwise.”

It just,,, hope in such a tangible way.

Also I get to wear the subtlest gay crap possible as a silent “frick you” to administration which is neat.

#queer christian #lgbt christian #tw christianity #worship #putting the fruit in fruit of the spirit

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horce-divorce · 2 years

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Someone on Reddit was lamenting that they had previously had their HRT covered by insurance, but because they're in Florida, because of the recent ban taking effect, now they're paying out of pocket, and they were worried about this, understandably

Another trans person commented and was like "yeah I've never had my hormones covered in NY, welcome to the club I guess?"

And like listen, I get that, I GET IT. I do. It's kinda like how I never had the option to transition until I was 30 and now there's all these kids got to start at 15, there is definitely a sense of mourning and envy that comes with someone having something you never had the chance to even try. It hurts.

And that hurt is 100% on You, my friend. That is YOUR Problem To Deal With, it's not your job to project your jealousy and nasty feelings onto other people???? Strangers, no less???

Like if you see other trans people worrying about their situation and saying "things changed, the future is uncertain, and idk what to do now," and your knee jerk reaction is to say some shit like 'yeah? And? Welcome to the fucking club?' I really suggest you stop and ask yourself if maybe it's time to stop posting!!!!!!! Seriously what the fuck is the point of a comment like this. Log off and watch fricking TV or something if it's making you that pissed off JUST to hear other people's experiences. It's not "easy" for anyone to be trans right now just because it's SLIGHTLY EASIER for SOME people. Absolutely nobody in the trans community needs the "yeah tough shit life is pain suck it buttercup" talk????

And bc apparently this needs to be said, my heart goes out to all my trans siblings down in Florida right now. That's a horrible place to be, you have enough political and environmental stressors there without losing access to your stuff, and as someone who's access could also disappear at any time, I deeply sympathize. It must be unbearable to have finally had access to something so important only to have it snatched so callously away. I'm so sorry we are still having this fight.

'Welcome to the club, it sucks to be trans forever, what did you expect 🙄' like how is that comment even remotely helpful or necessary? To anyone, including yourself? What do you get out of posting shit like that? What do you get out of vocally dismissing other people's pain and fear? Does that help your mental state, does it make it easier and more euphoric for you to be trans, to take other trans ppl down a peg, remind them that we're supposed to be suffering and groveling for every scrap???

Ok and like having typed all of this. I have empathy for that commenter, too. They are clearly hurting in some other way, and surely didn't think it thru that much. They are just bitter and grumpy and being shown post after post to interact with, and it's easy to let your guard down and make a flippant comment when you're not thinking and just scrolling.

What I'm saying is, like, I too have made flippant and rude comments like this in passing, and I've hurt people doing it. I had to stop and ask myself if I really liked who I was when I was using the internet that way, and make a better system of recognizing when I'm falling into that space- getting increasingly grumpy about every post, wanting to fight with people, feeling like a total curmudgeon! And when I notice I'm doing that, I have found that means that I personally need to log off and touch some fucking grass. Because the crotchety disposition is a symptom of what being online is doing to my mental state, and **I** am responsible for that. Not whoever made the comment that ticked me off.

Anyway I understand why people make comments like this, I do, and it's worth pointing out that websites WANT us to make comments like that, they encourage us to do it despite our better judgement. I think it's probably doubly hard for trans folks rn because if we try to engage with our communities at all, we will inevitably be shown content about transphobia. It's hard to scroll thru any trans spaces rn without finding some level of doom and gloom and when you're being inundated with that constantly, it's hard to shake.

But some loving and gentle advice from someone who's been online a lot, for a long time? If using social media isn't serving you, if it's making you cranky and combative and depressed, if you find yourself making comments like this even though that's not really you... Respectfully? YOU need to take the reigns and Log The Fuck Off for a bit. Give yourself a time out. Go do something YOU ACTUALLY LIKE TO DO. You can not convince me that scrolling reddit is the pinnacle of hobbies and entertainment for you. Find something real.

And like, I'm also NOT saying that when you feel that curmudgeonly way, you don't deserve to vent. You do! You absolutely need to, don't bottle that shit up. We are ALL feeling it to some degree. But also, read the fricking room? Don't just go dump it on some random poor fuck who has no clue what your damage is??

It doesn't mean you need to eschew the internet altogether, FYI. It doesn't even mean you need to set rules or a bedtime tech routine! It doesn't mean you need to throw your cellphone in the ocean and become a hermit in the woods like nature intended. It doesnt mean Technology Is Bad. It doesn't mean Never Make A Comment Or Talk To Anyone.

It JUST means, like, look:

We know for a fact that social media can and does manipulate our emotions on purpose.

When you're engaging w people online, are you behaving in a way that's serving you, or in a way that's serving the algorithm?

Put your oxygen mask on. Preferably before making shithead comments.

You might also find it helpful to ask yourself some questions:

- does this need to be said?

- does this need to be said by me?

- does this need to be said, by me, right now?

Food for thought!!!!

#me #disc horse

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