If I suddenly came into multiple millions of dollars, this is what I would do with it. Mostly in this order.

– Top surgery (I want them *gone*–including nipples, if I could talk the surgeon into leaving them off–not just reduced, because looking at after pictures of breast reductions leads me to believe I might hate my breast even *worse* if I reduced but kept them).

– Good-bye uterus, good-bye ovaries (I do not want them, and periods drastically worsen my mental state).

– At least one bespoke three-piece suit.

– Tattoos.

– A medium-ish house somewhere in a Blue State.

– Woodworking equipment, especially a lathe.

– Dog and Cat.

– Invest in…something.

– Put rest in savings.

Every time I look at songs I would like to try to play on ukulele, there is a 75% chance or greater that I will find the versions that contains chords that fall into the category of “What Manner of Sorcery Is This” due to my hand going, “…I do NOT work that way, what is this nonsense.”

This is how I imagine some conversations with doctors about things insurance wouldn’t want to pay for for me, because one would likely be considered elective, and the extent to which I would want the other to go would be considered cosmetic:

Me: So, I have accepted that I live with anxiety and depression, and I’m doing my best to manage those. But here are a couple of things that would really help lessen some of my anxiety and depression. ::points out procedures::

Dr(s): ::hem and haw, and loooook at me, and maybe use the word “normal”::

Me: To slightly tweak a line from a musical, ‘I don’t give a flying fuck what’s *normal*–I haven’t had a *normal* day in years.’

coming out post

imafrickinglion:

asynca:

I always assumed I was a Gryffindor. I work for charities. I stand up for people who need to be stood up for. I do all The Gryffindor Things. 

But I have a confession. 

I am not a Gryffindor; far from it. 

I can clearly remember as a teenager thinking, “Who the hell would want to be in Hufflepuff? Bunch of talentless, unintelligent, unheroic hacks who didn’t fit into any of the real houses.” But no. I was closeted and struggling with my feelings of Hufflepuffism and my Hufflepuff tendancies. I was turning my inner hatred of my Hufflepuffisms outward and against other people instead of accepting my true identity.

In fighting against Hufflepuff and everything it stood for, I was fighting against my true self and my true identity, terrified people would see me as the untalented, unheroic, unintelligent hack I feared I was.

But I’m not afraid anymore. I’ve accepted who I am. 

GUYS: I am a Hufflepuff. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gOxwo8TUQok

You’re in the right house bb, you were sorted this way ❤

Hufflepuff also has its “honeybadger” side–poke others too much and the badger bites. ‘Puffs aren’t flashy like the other Houses, but they Get the Job Done.

(I say this as someone who had themselves pegged as Ravenclaw from first introduction to HP then later learned to love Hufflepuff wholeheartedly. And who intends some day to get a tattoo of the Hufflepuff crest.)

defira85:

Hey so uh

while I understand the frustration behind the moral and political alignment and biases in Star Wars and the obvious meta-bias towards Light=Good and Dark=Bad, you can express those frustrations without using words and language that are specifically for addressing racial inequality and acts of violence and erasure against non-whites

“lightwashing” isn’t a good word. It’s deliberately piggybacking off the implications associated with “whitewashing” which is a term to describe the very real and very deliberate preference for pale or whiter skin tones, it’s using the similarity to rouse similar feelings when the comparison is not even remotely the same

you can be frustrated and angry and hateful towards the morality system and philosophical viewpoints and real world implications of those viewpoints without co-opting the language of PoC and the literal acts of erasure and hatred they have to endure

you’re frustrated at the writer bias towards light-side narratives and Light=Good and Right? perfectly cool, write meta about it and rage about it and write a better universe, share your views and argue passionately. You don’t need to use the language associated with racial inequality to express your point, otherwise you’re veering dangerously close to “Mage Lives Matter” bullshit 

fellow white folk, please don’t. just don’t  

kula:

i think women definitely ought to get pats on the back for not wearing makeup, so long as it does not come at anyone else’s expense. if women can cultivate an avenue for themselves where makeup is celebrated, then i do not see a reason why a celebration of the decision not to is derided. while misogyny affects all women regardless of their appearance or attractiveness, and women will be scrutinized regardless of how they look, the decision or desire not to conform in some way to social notions of femininity is the more scrutinized option among women (and butch/stud lesbians can tell you all about it). research shows that women who do not wear makeup in a way that highlights cues of femininity are more likely to be seen as less mentally competent, they are less likely to obtain employment, they may be less likely to receive callbacks for job interviews, and they are less likely to receive the same wages as women who are deemed conventionally attractive, among other things. even the mainstream feminist movement in the united states largely saw gender nonconformity among women as untrustworthy, repulsive, and threatening. the sentiment still exists today, and it ought to be interrogated. women who do not embody or exude femininity deserve to feel as human as anyone else, and yes, i do think they need a back pat or two so they feel their embodiment is not the pathology that it is so often portrayed as by our society at large. 🙂

angelica-church:

i know carrie’s death is devastating, and i know we’re all mourning the loss of such a bright soul, but in these dark times please don’t forget what she taught us.

don’t forget that your mental illness doesn’t define you, but it’s not something to be ashamed of, either. don’t forget that you are so much more than it. don’t forget that you are not alone in your fight.

don’t forget that a jewish woman was a princess, and a general, and that she kicked some major ass.

don’t forget that you are beautiful no matter what age, no matter how your body has changed, no matter what unrealistic standards you face.

don’t forget that carrie was so much more than just princess leia. she was an author, activist, mother, friend, inspiration.

don’t forget that carrie would be so, so proud of you, just for being here and for continuing to keep fighting.