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narcissistcookbook · 1 year
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oh wow you are active on tumblr a lot more than you are on other social media platforms ahaha
anyways, i just wanted to ask if there was any event in particular that made you realise you were non-binary. (is non-binary the right word if you use they/them AND he/him? i dont know 😭)
I pretty much covered it in Gendering Teddy. early childhood personal discomfort and dissatisfaction with language that stuck with me through growing up and eventually ended up with me going "oh."
I'm happy with non-binary for now, it feels like an umbrella I'm content to shelter under. I have a lot of imposter syndrome though. I'm okay with he/him because I don't know myself well enough to even hold myself to using they/them consistently, so I don't ask others to.
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mxswell · 6 days
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sobbing, howling, "WHY CAN'T I LOOK LIKE THEM????" while staring at a picture of Baphomet
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green5quirrel · 10 days
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There is actually a female ziegevolk in a webisode apart from the series, and as far as i know she was a friend of Juliette
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Now, based on her appeareance, i'm guessing their wesen form wouldn't really change that much compared to the human form? Idk, wanna hear what you think.
So, that's heckin' cool! I had assumed, because the only minisode/webisode I've seen or know about is the Bad Hair Day one, that Ziegevolk must be a primarily male species.
I've just read the synopsis of the story and now can only figure there aren't any main differences between male gender or female gendered Ziegevolk except for, perhaps, secondary sexual characteristics like the growth of or lack of a beard, the having of differently presenting genitalia, and mammary gland tissue growth, which is the same for people who aren't wesen.
So I assume that transitioning via hormones would act similarly to them in their human form as in their wesen form. Before reading this episode summary I also thought perhaps born male gendered Ziegevolk would be the only ones who could control others and that HRT might affect those abilities, but it seems moot with the new knowledge.
What is interesting is that their hormones work equally on male gendered and female gendered individuals (and presumably nonbinary and intersex folks). Additionally, it doesn't matter what gender they identify as or their presumed sexuality, their hormones work on everyone with the potential to be romantic.
And, really, if we're basing them on the satyr myth that tracks pretty well.
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sammysclawsnblud · 1 year
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It's not that I WANT to be a man it would just be a funny little gag to have a dick ya know?
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inkylizard · 1 year
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When I was small, a family friend gave me a copy of The Little Bookroom by Eleanor Farjeon, and it became one of those companion-books, comfort books, that I returned to and re-read over and over. Some stories stood out to me more than others and some I never really got; that’s the way sometimes, and sometimes those stories wait in the back of our minds until we’ve ‘lived our way into the answers’, or at least into a different perspective; until we’re ready for them. So that’s how I came back to the memory of this story last night, processing the after effects of christmas dinner with family who love me but seem unable or unwilling to grapple with my gender identity; half asleep, like the ground dropping out beneath me; they destroyed it because it didn’t have a name...
I read half of On The Way To Language for my BFA thesis, so I know that Language is the House of Being, and I know what that means when I say it (and yes, I also know that Heidegger was an antisemite, a coward at best and a full-on nazi at worst, I know all of that and his work has still had value for me; you can re-read your harry potter books, you just can’t buy new copies, y’know? anywho). I had to take the long, painstaking way around to understanding that it’s almost impossible to recognise, realise, conceptualise a Thing without a Word. Which is how come I couldn’t know, until I was in my early thirties, that I’m nonbinary, genderqueer, demisexual, &c. I didn’t know it was a thing. I didn’t know the words. And I think about that a lot. We destroy the possibilities of those things that we cannot name. The Wise Men say it cannot be. I’m not here tryna say that E.F. wrote this story as a trans/nonbinary allegory. I very much doubt it. But it’s there all the same. More things in heaven and earth than dreamt in your philosophy, you arbiters of possibility, you deciders of lot. We are emergent, not fixed. We’ll name ourselves if we have to. We’ll find the people who will speak those names with love. And your power will fade. And it won’t matter that you couldn’t believe.
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THE FLOWER WITHOUT A NAME
One day a Cottager's child, whose name was Christie, went into the meadows beyond her Mother's garden and picked a flower.  This happened long ago, yet not so long ago as all that; that is to say, it did not happen today, nor did it happen on the first day of all, but on some day in between.
Christie was delighted with her flower, for it was very beautiful, and she came running to find her Mother, who was watering the pinks in the round bed.
'Mother,' cried Christie, 'look at my pretty flower I've found!'
Her Mother was never too busy to look when Christie asked her to, so she put down her jug of water and took the flower in her hand.
'There's a pretty flower now!' she said.
'Yes, Mother, isn't it?' said Christie.  'What is its name?'
'Why,' said her Mother, 'it is a--it is a----  Dear me, to think I don't know its name!  You must ask Father.'
Christie ran to the Cottager, who was mending the fence, and she held up her flower.  'What is its name, Father?' she asked.
'Let me see now,' said the Cottager, laying down his hammer.  He looked at the flower for a minute or two, and then he scratched his head. 'Well, well!' said he.  'I've forgotten its name, if ever I knew it. But give it to me, for I'm to see my Lord's Keeper about some mole-traps, and maybe he'll know, being woodwise.'
When Christie's Father had had his talk with the Keeper, he showed him the flower.  'What's the name of this here?' asked the Cottager.
The Keeper looked at it, and sniffed at it, and thought a bit.  But at the end of his thinking he said, 'I never saw its like before, in wood or field or marsh or hedge.  I don't know its name.  However, I'm just about going up to the Manor, so I'll take it along and ask my Lord's Clerk, for he's a clever young man, and has to wear spectacles along of reading so many books.'
Now my Lord's Clerk had studied most things, and flowers not the least of them.  He had indeed in his Lord's library all the books about flowers that ever were written.  So when the Keeper sought him out and said, 'I've a flower here I'd like to know the name of,' the Clerk answered, 'Show it to me, and I'll tell you its name.'
But when he set eyes on it he knew he had spoken too soon.
'That's a queer thing!' said my Lord's Clerk.  'For I know the names of all the flowers in the world, by both their court and country names, yet I don't know the name of this one.  Leave it with me, and I'll see if I can find out.'
The Keeper left the flower with the Clerk, and the Clerk pressed it and dried it, and spent a whole year trying to find out something about it. He put the question to the wisest scholars in the kingdom, and the matter spread abroad till wise men in lands over the sea were all puzzling their wits about the name of the flower.  But in the end they could not find one for it.
So after a twelvemonth the Clerk came to the Keeper and said, 'That flower you brought me has no name at all.'
'What flower's that?' asked the Keeper, who had forgotten all about it. The Clerk reminded him of it, and said:
'The wisest men in the world have but one opinion, and it is this.  We know that Adam gave names to all the flowers created, and as this flower has remained unnamed since the days of Eden, it is doubtless one which was forgotten at the Creation, and the Lord has only just remembered to make it.  But as it was never named by Adam, it has no name now; therefore, the wise men have destroyed it--for how can anything be without a name?'
'I'm sure I couldn't say,' said the Keeper.  'I expect you're right.' And the next time he met the Cottager he said, 'That there flower of yours hadn't any name at all.'
'What flower?' said the Cottager, who had a short memory.  The Keeper reminded him of the flower, adding that the wise men had destroyed it.
'Well, no harm's done,' said the Cottager; and that night at supper he said to his little daughter:
'Seemingly your flower had no name of its own after all.'
'But where _is_ my flower?' asked Christie.
'The wise men destroyed it,' said the Cottager.  No more was said, and from that day no one except Christie remembered that such a flower had ever been.
But all her life, and when she was quite an old woman, Christie would sometimes say to herself and others:
'When I was a child I found such a pretty flower.'
And when they asked her what flower it was, she smiled and answered, 'Only our Lord could tell you; it hadn't got a name.'
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sparkliersapphic · 1 year
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i keep getting ads for a bra company that sells bras for ppl with small boobs. all well and good, glad that exists for people. 
however.
i am pretty large chested and have severe top dysphoria. every time i see these ads i am possessed with envy. 
whatever. it’s fine. top surgery in 42 days. only 42 days. i will be ok, goddamnit
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the-wanderer-returns · 11 months
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I don't believe in gender and neither should you
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servicenonsense · 8 months
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God I want to just dress in clothes that don't fit my character.
I want to wear goth shit and act like a goofy goober.
I want to wear pink and dye my hair wacky colors but act like a cool bitch who don't care about shit.
I want to wear bizarre earings will doing the most mundane shit.
I want people to look at me and be like "nothing about you makes sense". And damn would they be right.
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fynn-cl · 8 months
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AFAB non-binary poetry(?) By me
I look into my mind, asking whats my gender
"you're a female" it said thoughtful
but that is my sex, gender is a completely
different thing, separate from sex
I look into my soul, asking if am i really a girl
the answer i got was no
even though I've always worn
pink clothes, skirts and dresses.
I ask my heart if I'm a boy, unsure of all i knew
the answer is also no
even though I've always wanted
toy cars and plastic dinosaurs.
So if im not a girl, nor a boy, what am I?
My soul cannot explain it
it looks confusing and almost nonexistent
but its there, simple and complicated.
But the best answer to the question was:
I'm just myself
"girl" and "boy" are binary terms, so if
im not either one of them, I'm non-binary
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fninwithdogenergy · 1 year
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I'm nonbinary and pansexual, I don't care about my gender, I don't care about yours, let's just ignore that stupid concept
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captain-crackship · 1 year
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If I were married with kids, my wife would be “Mom” and I would be “Nan”. Because it’s pronounced “non” as in “nonbinary.”
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papayamango · 2 years
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Hold me down with your soft hand on my throat.
Kiss me rough and hard til our lips bruise.
Scratch your nails down my back.
You know i would offer up my neck when you paint my back red.
I feel your hot tongue before your bite lands on my neck.
You made sure it was somewhere/won't be covered by my tees.
Cause you want
No doubt that I have been claimed.
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delphiniumjoy · 1 year
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The fact that curling my hair and wearing a pointy hat like a little elf prince gives me gender euphoria means I'm probably not entirely cis...
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calling my lover "mine" but not in the way that my toothbrush or notebook are mine, mine in the way my neighborhood is mine, and also everybody else's, "mine" like mine to tend to, mine to care for, mine to love. "mine" not like possession but devotion.
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sammysclawsnblud · 11 months
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Dude I just wanna be the type of trans masc that's really short and has a dad bod and like wayyy to many tattoos is that to much to ask for????
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transmultiphobia · 6 months
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“We need more weird queer people” Y’all can’t handle 90% of the ways multigenders label their sexualities
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