Fandoms and Feminism

But I’m in a position where I often have to ask random strangers for a moment of help, and I will tell you… 99 times out of 100, people are delighted to help. 

(I use an electric cart to shop, and it’s often easier to ask the person standing between me and the shelf to hand me what’s in front of them than it is to wait for them to move, etc. etc. and then they’re embarrassed that they were in the way, etc. People are pretty much invariably kind.)

My husband was coming off the bus reading a book and a woman fell in next to him and said, “Will you walk me to the store over there?” (100 feet away). He said, “Sure!” and then he realized some guy was yelling racial insults at her. He walked her to the store. 

When you are in public, you are not alone. But the trick is not to yell, “Will somebody help me” but to look someone in the eye and say, “Will you please help me?”

Here’s the secret: 

An asteroid is going to fly right by Earth in October, and scientists are pumped

Pretty soon, an asteroid is going to zip right past the Earth, but you shouldn’t be alarmed. Everything is going to be fine — and even better, NASA is going to use the opportunity to make sure we can protect ourselves from asteroids that could actually hit us.

Here’s the deal: An Italian astronomer spotted the asteroid, known as 2012 TC4, in 2012, when it flew past the Earth. At its closest approach, it was as close as a quarter of the distance between the Earth and the moon. Then its orbit took it too far from Earth for telescopes to watch it.

What was your favorite prop?

Jensen: The angel blade…because of the weight of it. Misha: Dean.

i never, ever thought another man could love me. not like this. i was convinced for years that being trans meant that i was unloveable and undesirable.

but you know that post that goes, “all i want is a partner who is way out of my league but thinks that i’m way out of their league and we’ll live together in perfect confused harmony with a dog”?

that’s us.

trans dudes who like dudes, especially if you’re young and feeling real hopeless–don’t worry, it’ll happen. you CAN find a man who loves you–gross, mushy, sappy love–who’ll nurse you through your surgeries, cook dinner with you four or five times a week, whose body meshes just right against yours… who, years on, still stuns you with your shared vulnerability and trust, with his laugh, with how you can see the freckles in his eyes when your faces are pressed together; with how your skittish pulse slows in his arms, or that when you’re both half-asleep, he’ll press a kiss between your shoulderblades and pull you closer to him…