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Y’all need to get it through your heads that when you are born into a white supremacist society, that does indeed make you inherently racist. Our brains are programmed to engage in othering, which is a process that helped humans early on with our survival. Othering is also where racism comes from. Our white supremacist society manipulated this function in our brains, making racism become part of how you form thoughts and process information. This process starts in the womb, since what pregnant people experience while pregnant affects their fetuses. So while racism in and of itself is not a biological part of our brains, it does involve a process that is an inherent part of our brains. When you consider all of these things, the conclusion is that y’all are inherently racist and being in denial about it doesn’t make it stop being true.

A man who wears dresses and makeup is not necessarily an egg. A masculine woman is not necessarily an egg. Someone who says things like “I wish I had been born [OPPOSITE ASSIGNED GENDER AT BIRTH].” or “Somedays I just don’t feel like [ASSIGNED GENDER AT BIRTH].” may be an egg. Often people who are in the closet will go the opposite direction and attempt to perfectly conform to their birth sex. I’m a trans man and I went through a long hyperfeminine phase.

yesterday was a funny day on twitter XD

But an underlooked proponent on why some people are nearing homeless and crowdfunding heavily rn is bc society has failed you by making it as inconvenient as possible to learn about social systems and programs that already exist to help your situation as well as not having enough programs and aid.

Lemme give some examples. I have been unemployed for 10 months. My mom told me about a paying job training program a month ago after I already decided to mive in with her to find work, because nothing was coming up in my own city. My best friend didn’t know about affordable housing assistance in my state until she talked to my dad about it on a chance encounter. Some people on here have to see posts about much cheaper alternatives to their current prescriptions or medical plans because its not in the interest of their doctors paychecks to tell them about it. I would have waited to get vaccinated and not have crowdfunded for Uber money if I had known they were going to give free vaccine rides the next month. But I wouldn’t have really known this until I opened the app once that program started, because it is in their interest to keep taking my money until its their desired time for me to reap their “generous” services.

Merry Pitchmas @becasbelt​ !!

The fluffiest fluff to ever fluff, hope you like it!

Title: Can I go where you go?

Pairing: Bechloe

Chapters: 1/1

Wordcount: 3579

Summary: Beca has Chloe over for dinner with the parents, but doesn’t tell Chloe one crucial detail: that she’s coming over as Beca’s girlfriend.

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Beca hears the door open approximately half a second after the doorbell rings.

Fuck.

She taps her phone screen, waking it up to check the time. She internally groans. Of course Chloe arrived early. She should come to expect it now. Fashionably late to parties, but early for important events. She’s always been proud of having her priorities in order. Perhaps she should feel flattered dinner at the Mitchell’s is considered an “important event”.

It’s her fault really, for losing track of time trying to make her room presentable for Chloe’s first time in her house. Stuffed animals were shoved into the closet, embarrassing pictures were hidden in drawers, counters were dusted and organized. She could barely recognize it after. Good.

The beginnings of a conversation drift up towards her as she sprints to leave her bedroom and rush down the stairs. Why does everything now feel five times the usual distance? Normally this interaction happening would be fine, but there’s something she hadn’t told Chloe yet about the visit.

“…nice it is to finally meet Beca’s girlfriend!” She’s close enough now to hear the words, and of course her step mother was first at the door. Leave it to her to be eager to make a first impression, not even letting Beca introduce her guest first. She cringes at the use of one particular word.

“Nice to meet you too! Excited to be here.” If Chloe was thrown off by what Sheila said, her voice doesn’t give it away.

“Chloe!” She’s out of breath when she finally reaches the front door.

“Beca!” Chloe says excitedly. Beca makes eye contact, and suddenly, the panic disappears, and the tension in her body floods out. It leaves a sense of comfort, like they’re the only two in the room. Like Sheila isn’t standing right between them, a solid one foot away.

She never realized she would miss college so much, until the best part of college gracefully invaded her home life.

If you don't schedule regular maintenance etc, etc,.