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nondivisable · 3 months
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some of yall need to understand that "my body, my choice" also applies to:
addicts in active addiction with no intention of quitting
phys disabled people who deny medical treatment
neurodivergent people who deny psychiatric treatment (yes, including schizophrenic people and people with personality disorders)
trans people who want or don't want to medically transition (yes, including trans masc lesbians with top surgery and trans women without bottom surgery, yall are so weird to them wtf)
and if you can't understand that, then you don't get to use the phrase
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dizzy-pops · 8 months
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People need to realize:
There is more than one disability that requires someone to use a wheelchair and/or powerchair
There is more than one disability that requires someone to use AAC (in any form)
There is more than one (or two) disabilities that falls under the umbrella of ‘neurodivergent’
There is more than one disability that requires someone to use a cane and/or walker
There is more than one disability that causes someone to have a lower IQ
There is more than one disability that causes someone to not be able to read (either well or at all)
There is more than one disability that affects speech
There is more than one disability that is not outwardly visible
There is more than one disability that IS outwardly visible
There is more than one disability that causes or can cause deformities
And literally every disabled person under the sun will experience their disability differently!
The number of people I’ve seen who think that you’re ONLY “allowed” to use a wheelchair if you’re paralyzed. Or that you can ONLY use a cane if you have (h)EDS. Or that you can ONLY have deformities with Down’s Syndrome.
All of these are not only untrue, but ableist as well. To not recognize when someone else has a similar or identical symptom, but has a different disability than you is extremely self centered.
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indorak · 9 days
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I NEED TO SHARE MY NEW SONA WITH U ALL HERE 👉👈❤️
He is a grey fox based on pink honey!!
art by @/nikodart (1st and last) @/BleatBrew and @/foxynalie !!
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glittergroovy · 8 months
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chaotic-ace-arts · 1 month
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💀Just realised I never posted this vent sweater i made back in January💀
🦇🖤this year has been hard so far, I just needed to vent somehow without talking to another person. So of course that only left me with my art🖤🦇
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bloomdigital · 3 months
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BECOME A BACKER!
HELP US SPREAD THE WORD BY SHARING THIS POST >_<
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transgendertempeh · 8 months
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Uh oh pronouns on the move again
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tiedupcowb0y · 2 months
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slow morning for this butch
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very upset at how my camera hides my bodyhair
help me afford top surgery
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a-little-revolution · 6 months
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🌹✨️Just a couple a interabled queerios ✨️🌹
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snooze-henderson · 3 months
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» Snooze Henderson ist 32 Jahre alt und ein ehemaliger Scharfschütze in einer Sondereinheit der US Army. Er geht jetzt seiner Leidenschaft als Rettungssanitäters nach und hilft, wo er nur kann. Henderson ist ein talentierter Koch und Comic-Liebhaber. Seine Behausung ist ein altes Rittergut in New Haven (ein fiktiver Ort, der seinen Standort je nach Schreibpartner ändert). New Haven bietet ihm die Abwechslung zwischen Ruhepol und Action, da er liebend gerne Eishockey spielt oder sich ein Spiel davon anschaut. Neben dem Sport ist es ihm wichtig soziale Kontakte zu pflegen, da er ein sehr offener und freundlicher Mensch ist. Snooze liebt Tiere, weshalb er einen Golden Retriever namens Ruby und zwei Katzen namens Venom und Viktor besitzt. «
„Ein Hot Dog und ein kühles Bier, besser kann’s nicht mehr werden!“, ist eines seiner Standardsätze und Einleitungen ins Wochenende.
— 24/7, 21+, Romanschreiber und offen für small-/deeptalk, nur deutsch
— wire: snooze_
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dizzy-pops · 7 months
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I went swimming for the first time since top surgery two days ago and I literally almost cried of pure unfiltered euphoria. Feeling the sun hit my back, feeling the breeze on my chest… I genuinely don’t think I’ve experienced such joy in years. My chest is finally mine.
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indorak · 7 months
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Say hi to Milo, the kitty ever, and my lovely fursona! This ref sheet took a lot of work but I am in love with how it came out!!
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Let's talk gender expression, awful haircuts and realisation of who I am! I came out as gender fluid approximately around the age of the third picture above- and I got an awful haircut to match it, but at the time I felt like THE gender vibe; I was 13, or so, and didn't realise I looked like I'd had a fistfight with a weed whacker. It was a stepping stone however, for me to discover who I was; after this time I started to experiment with my look, name and pronouns, leaning more towards he/they and slowly changing my name from Jaimee to Jai and or James- small steps, I know, but crucial ones in me realising my dead name no longer really fit me as a person. James was a family name after all. Finding myself wasn't always glamorous, the look wasn't always particularly handsome or pretty, it was colour the tips of my hair with sharpie markers and conditioner until my hair had a distinctly petrol-and-macadamia type stench or cutting it with a cheap, disposable razor which ended up giving me hair reminiscent of the early 2000s emo scene (which I totally was, even if I only saw 6 years of the 'early 2000s!'). I would hack off chunks, flatten my chest with cheap Duct Tape and wear boxers I stole from my dad in order to feel some semblance of who I was, using makeup to poorly build cheek bones and eyebrows so I could look like my hero at the time, Brendon Urie (God, that aged poorly..) In time I got creative, I learned that my parents wouldn't let me get a 'real boy's haircut' so I'd have to improvise; here came the next 6 months of beanie hats and ponytails pulled over to create a 'boy fringe' which, in retrospect, was giving more Justin Beiber than Emo Quartet, but that all chained when I turned 16 and... Got to dye my hair for the first time!! It was the greatest experience for my gender to date!! My mother bought me midnight blue hairdye for my 16th birthday and helped me dye it; I looked in the mirror at my fairly short ish, dark blue hair and I saw it. I saw him, stood staring back at me with tears in his eyes. I saw ME. I told my girlfriend, at the time anyway, straight away and she accepted me with open arms- I think she was expecting the genderfluid-to-trans masc timeline, which funnily enough he followed in 2022 during lockdown. Lockdown dug its claws into my gender and expression quite deeply; while at home with my mother, father and two very young siblings I came to experiment with my gender a lot more, dressing in more masculine clothes and cutting my hair off for 'sake of ease', or that's what I told my parents anyway- they believed it too, surprisingly. I went through college having to somewhat pretend I was just a feminine man, I was exhausted and on the brink of suicide, as most people my age at the time were, and went by Eden because it seemed more palatable to the others around me- didnt stop me being picked on, but it wasn't by students... It was my own teacher! Shout out to Miss Dunsby! Then I dropped out of college. I picked up a shitty little cafe job as a barista and linecook, cooking meals, making coffees, pretending I gave half a shit about a joke I'd heard over and over again; I dyed my hair neon green and used my pay checks to get it cut SHORT short for the first time- I looked hella fine, in my opinion, but I was also starting to realise something.. Maybe I had been right the first time, because I didn't feel like a man all the time. Back to the drawing board... One shaved head and a job at a gay bar later, I started using the art of drag, performing as a female persona, to realise that I was Masc-Agender, like a boyish presenting genderless person. Easy enough, I suppose. I started wearing makeup, being myself and wearing whatever I damn pleased, uncaring of social cues and rules, I was me. I was happy. I AM happy. If there is anything you can take away from this, once you find the part of yourself you can express your feelings, thoughts and emotions with, go wild!! I did and it made realising my truth so much easier!
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roxepyy · 2 months
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he/they. but in the way that Philza calls everyone, and I mean EVERYONE they from time to time
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matxhstixkers · 5 months
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okay poll time. i need a new name like instead of my dead one,
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