what do you mean youre technically a detransitioner cause of terf bullshit?
it's a v long story but i detransitioned for a couple of years when i was 16/17, for multiple reasons but mostly because i fell into the blaire white/kalvin garrah chamber of "you have to be This way to be trans otherwise you're not real".
i was already Deeply insecure about myself and my 'passing' and i was led to believe that i couldn't want to wear makeup or skirts, and i couldn't choose not to have bottom surgery, and i couldn't do anything but bind for 12+ hours a day to the point that my ribcage is still misshapen. basically i thought that if i wasn't suffering enough doing 'feminine' things, i couldn't really be trans, so i should just go back to being a girl and suck it up.
the terf bullshit is because i'd seen a lot of terfs/detransitioners talking about the 'dangers' of testosterone and how it would turn me into a horrible ugly evil monster and how there was nothing worse than wanting to be a man. which combined with 'you need to fully medically transition to be valid at all' creates some very dangerous and upsetting feelings to cope with.
it also came from trying really hard to put myself in a little box before i realised that my sexuality/gender are very fluid and it's FINE for me not to have a label and just do whatever i want. when i was 19 or so i went back to using they/them (and eventually he/him) and changed my name again because even though i like doing 'feminine' things, i don't want to be seen as a woman.
tldr: i was conditioned by transphobic/terf rhetorics to think that i was being trans the 'wrong' way so i couldn't be trans at all, so i believed i must actually be a girl if i still wanted to do 'feminine' things. nowadays i am a transmasc who does feminine things because i don't give two shits about what any transmed prick thinks of me anymore.
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my concept of donut is like, he should be on a 1960s white america boyscouts poster but like, goofy about it. do you get what i mean.
like to me donut was basically cooked up in a lab to be a parody of the Good Ol’ Boy Back When Boys Were Real Boys who played outside all day with friends smacking each other with sticks playing space cowboys and aliens, rubbing dirt in all his cuts and knowing big boys repress all their emotions except Boisterousness, always says his yes maams and yes sirs and never questions authority (but also, y’know, boys will be boys so of course they’re up to Mischief when unsupervised, a bit of chaotic and violent rule-breaking fun is all fine and good as long as they’re respectful to authority and just accept their punishment with an “awwww, man! Shucks!” in the end).
a parody because it plays up how someone genuinely like that probably must be pretty stupid/oblivious/gullible to be so pliable to authority and follow dumb norms of “what is a nice polite young man supposed to act like” without any thought into “wait, what makes this something it’s important or nice to do? are there perhaps other things i could focus on doing that would actually be more important or nice to do? do i actually get or care what being nice and doing good is, or do i just like doing whatever i want without having to think about Ethics and then having a very easy set of rules of How To Be Nice to follow”.
and also a parody because he also is like, extremely gay, and he literally just does what he wants and acts how he wants and it’s simultaneously ^that whole Good Ol’ Boy thing and the most flamboyant stereotypically gay mannerisms and hobbies you’ve seen in your life. and he just fully lacks the interest in doing any reflection that would lead him to conclude anyone might see these as rather contradictory or subverting expectations. he’s exposed both to norms of good behaviour coming from conservative places and from progressive places and doesn’t really think about these perhaps being conflicting ethos, he just grabs this random patchwork of “hey this is something someone told me yayyyy :)”. he can enthusiastically follow the letter of many laws rooted in heteronormativity and toxic masculinity and also the letter of laws coming from Progressive Ideals but he fully does not give a shit to consider whether there might be a bigger spirit to any of those laws. dumbitchitis got him immune to internalized homophobia (no he isn’t actually. but he is quite certain that just Not Thinking About It means any negative emotions don’t exist. this is a foundational truth to donut’s understanding of the universe)
what i’m saying is donut should simultaneously give the impression of walking straight off a cheery WWI Join The Troops poster or 1960s boy scouts ad, but also of being absolutely A Pansy of the same era, but also of being the kind of modern queer who says “be gay do crime” not because they’ve given two seconds of thought to prison abolition but because they find doing crime really fun
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Hands skittered down Harry's waist.
He caught them before they could go any lower.
"Beast." He spat.
Lord Voldemort laughed softly into his ear and spun him once more.
Harry didn't know how to dance, didn't care to either and in this ballroom where everyone twirled elegantly, not an inch out of step, he was distinctly out of place.
"Are you embarrassed?" The monster holding him in his arms asked him, fingers adoring his rosy cheeks.
Harry scowled at him, "I am too busy thinking of ways to kill you,"
Why should he care for the impression of the rest, when he was the lone human in den of monsters.
Lord Voldemort abruptly dipped him, drawing a gasp out of him, letting him stay and swallow his unease at the undeniable proof.
The huge mirror on the wall showed no one on the dance floor but Harry.
Fingers trailed down his neck, dextrously unfastening his tunic and slipping under-
"Must you?" Cold breath blew across his nape, making him shiver, "Why can't you accept your role? By my side. In my arms." Harry flinched away at the soft lick to his carotid.
"You slaughtered my family," He gasped out.
Voldemort snapped him up then, too harsh, too tight, Harry's fluttering heart close to the other's dead ones, "Let me breathe new life into you then. Compensate you, for what is lost," He crooned.
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august by taylor swift x skies by claude monet
Haystacks, White Frost Effect, Sunrise // Haystacks, Sun in the Mist // The Houses of Parliament (London), Sunset // Haystacks // Haystacks in the Sunlight // Sailboat, Evening Effect // Flowered Riverbank, Argenteuil // The Ball-Shaped Tree, Argenteuil // Argenteuil, Late Afternoon // View of Rouen // Haystacks (Sunset) // Norwegian Landscape: The Blue Houses // Haystacks (End of Day, Autumn) // Charing Cross Bridge, London // San Giorgio Maggiore // Marine, Pourville // The Fort of Antibes, Afternoon Effect // The Doge’s Palace Seen from San Giorgio Maggiore // Vétheuil // Vétheuil // The Seine at Vétheuil // Charing Cross Bridge, The Thames // Banks of the Seine at Lavacourt // Rocks at Belle-Isle, Port-Domois // Val-Saint-Nicolas, Near Dieppe (Morning) // august – Taylor Swift
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Tbf, didnt anons push you to start the gfundmes for your reductions? So enabling isnt ALL bad lol.
AH..........
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