I've heard it both ways

Reblog to give a trans person a fresh and perfectly ripe mango wait huh

Hey. Heyhey. Do me a favor real quick.

Can you turn your head to look behind you without twisting your shoulders? What about standing on your toes? If you sit down on the floor can you get back up without using your hands?

okay so every time I see this post crop back up in queues and notifications I end up thinking about it. Because I made the post and even I'm still doing the thing where I read the post about maintaining range of motion in my delicate meatsuit and I nod and hmm and think yeah that's a good idea and then dont move from where I'm curled up shrimp style staring at the nightmare rectangle.

Now that’s what I call

When everything is embarrassing, that’s a sign that your passion is waking up, and it wants more. Your desire is a tender sprout that wants more water, more sunshine. It wants you to give up on SEEMING happy and in control and to start FEELING joy instead, even when it feels a little too big, even when it makes you cry, even when it forces you to question where you are and why.

If the trash pickup people stop doing their job for two weeks you'd be throwing a fucking tantrum. Same for the janitors who keep your office spaces and bathrooms clean. (And that's before the various illnesses start to spread all over your city from the build up of pathogens.)

Garbage service is one of the ten deadliest jobs in the United States.

It should be self evident that garbage collection needs to pay more because it's nasty as hell, not to mention tough on the body. Ask yourself how much money you would want to pick up garbage. A lot, right? I know I don't even have the physical endurance to wake up at ass o'clock in the morning and go sling around garbage bags all day, much less the intestinal fortitude to deal with the smells and such.