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There is nothing wrong or shameful about:
Identifying as bi or pan and then realising you're gay.
Identifying as gay and then realising you're bi or pan.
Identifying as bi and then realising pan is a better fit, or the other way around, or using them interchangeably.
Identifying as asexual and then realising you're allo.
Identifying as an allosexual identity and then realising you're asexual.
Identifying as binary transgender and then realising you're non binary.
Identifying as non binary and then realising you're binary transgender.
Identifying as trans and/or non binary and then realising you're cis.
Feeling comfortable with certain pronouns and then becoming uncomfortable with them and using different pronouns.
Changing your name and/or pronouns as many times as you need to.
Your identity changing over time.
Continuing to question your identity, no matter what age you are.
Never coming to a definitive label for your identity.
Choosing not to use a specific label for your identity.
reblog if transgend
OK I donât want to lead the Disc Horse to pasture or anything, I just want a calm and thoughtful discussion but
Maybe this has something to do with the fact that Iâm agender, but I find cis peopleâs immense attachment to the gender identity of their children frankly disturbing.Â
Necessary background information: I have fallen into a YouTube trap of some sort of TedTalk video list of Parents With Trans Kids Talking About Their Feelings (which I personally donât recommend, but here we are.)
Over and over and over again I hear these parents speaking of their trans kids in the narrative of âlosingâ their âsonâ or âdaughterâ because their child has come out as trans. They start CRYING. They legit BAWL on stage because they conceptualize their entire damn CHILD in this ONE parameter of this ONE gender - SO MUCH SO THAT THAT CHILD DECIDING TO LIVE THEIR LIFE PRESENTING IN A DIFFERENT WAY IS EQUATED TO THEM LITERALLY âLOSINGâ THEIR WHOLE DAMN KID.
Like. Is that notâŚ. mind-blowing? Is that not really fuckinâ weird? Your kid is RIGHT THERE. THEYâRE NOT DEAD. THEY ARE. LITERALLY. RIGHT THERE.Â
This probably also has to do with ownership of children, and perceived control of their child and how they feel they have agency in the childâs relationship with their identity. But these same adults who laugh about how THEIR parents cried over them getting tattoos or piercings (changing their body permanently, etc) then turn around and pull this whole âMY BABY IS GONEâ biz.Â
Itâs disrespectful to your child AT BEST. You are conflating their gender to their entire fucking identity as a human person with interests and talents and quirks. The fact that this is enough for you to think of your child as âgoneâ says a whole ton about what you valued about them as a person.Â
And yes, I understand that maybe they imagined some sort of life for their child, perceived a different future. Maybe yes, they are mourning stuff theyâve conceptually âlostâ. But the thing is⌠Thereâs still nothing to âloseâ because they donât OWN any of that. That stuff - the potential future of whatever could have been - isnât THEIRS to lose. Itâs their kidsâ.Â
i think this shit is weird too, like.. why does it matter if ur kids a boy or girl or neither?

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a juul but instead of nicotine it's testosterone
golden eagle having a relaxing time
This is the worldâs largest flying Engine of Murder marveling at the fact that it can actually have its tummy rubbed.
I feel like this is the next step up on âloose your fingersâ roulette from petting a kittieâs tummy, but just below belly rubs for say a lion.
Can someone who knows birds better than I do tell me whether this eagle is as happy as it looks? Â Because I want it to be happy. Â It looks so happy. Â Bewildered by having a friend, but so happy.
Just popping on this thread to confirm: yes, the eagle is happy about the belly rubs. Golden eagles make this sound when receiving allopreening and similar affectionate and soothing treatment from their parents and mates. Itâs the âI am safe and well fed, and somebody familiar is taking good care of meâ sound. Angry raptors and wounded raptors make some pretty dramatic hisses and shrieks; frightened raptors go dead silent and try to hide if they can, or fluff up big and get loud and in-your-face if hiding isnât an option. They can easily sever a finger or break the bones of a human hand or wrist, and even with a very thick leather falconerâs gauntlet, Iâve known falconers to leave a mews (hawk house) with graphic punctures THROUGH the gauntlet into the meat of their hands and arms, just from buteos and kestrels way smaller than this eagle. A pissed off hawk will make damn sure you donât try twice whatever you pulled that pissed her off, even if sheâs been human-imprinted.
If youâre ever unsure about an animalâs level of okayness with something thatâs happening, there are three spot-check questions you can ask, to common-sense your way through it:
1. Is the animal capable of defending itself or making a threatening or fearful display, or otherwise giving protest, and if so, is it using this ability? (e.g. dog snarling or biting, swan hissing, horse kicking or biting)Â 2. Does the animal experience an incentive-based relationship with the human? (i.e. does the animal have a reason, in the animalâs frame of reference, for being near this human? e.g. dog sharing companionship / food / shelter, hawk receiving good quality abundant food and shelter and medical care from a falconer)
3. Is the animal a domesticated species, with at least a full century of consistent species cohabitation with humans? (Domesticated animals frequently are conditioned from birth or by selective breeding to be unbothered by human actions that upset their feral nearest relatives.)
In this situation, YES the eagle can self-defend, YES the eagle has incentive to cooperate with and trust the human handler, and NO the eagle is not a domesticated species, meaning we can expect a high level of reactivity to distress, compared to domestic animals: if the eagle was distressed, it would be pretty visible and apparent to the viewer. These arenât a universally applicable metric, but theyâre a good start for mammal and bird interactions.
Pair that with the knowledge that eagles reserve those chirps for calm environments, and you can be pretty secure and comfy in the knowledge that the big honkinâ birb is happy and cozy.
Also, to anybody wondering, falconers are almost single-handedly responsible for the recovery from near-extinction of several raptor species, including and especially peregrine falcons. Most hawks only live with the falconer for a year, and most of that year is spent getting the bird in ideal condition for survival and success as a wild breeding adult. Falconers are extensively trained and dedicated wildlife conservationists, pretty much by definition, especially in the continental USA, and they make up an unspeakably important part of the overall conservation of predatory bird species. Predatory birds are an important part of every ecosystem they inhabit. Just like apiarists and their bees, the relationship between falconer and hawk is one of great benefit to the animal and the ecosystem, in exchange for a huge amount of time, effort, expense, and education on the part of the human, for very little personal benefit to that one human. Itâs definitely not exploitation of the bird, and most hawks working with falconers are hawks who absolutely would not have reached adulthood without human help: the sick, the injured, and the âruntsâ of the nest who donât receive adequate resources from their own parents. These are, by and large, wonderful people who are in love with the natural world and putting a lifetime of knowledge and sheer exhausting work into conserving it and its winged wonders.
reblogged for excellent info, Iâm so glad that big gorgeous birb really is as happy as it looks!
Todayâs bit of positive activism: A reminder that, although the world may contain many bad and awful things, it also contains an enormous winged predator clucking happily as a human gives it a belly rub.
iâm laughing so hard heâs asking the ghost all the questions and itâs giving answers using the one beep/two beep system, then he asks if itâs a boy or a girl and it just starts screaming
nonbinary ghost isnât having any of it today
âAre you a boy or a girl?â
âAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAâ
*new yorker voice* badda bing, badda trans rights
ey, I'm respectin trans folks here!
NOT lovin trans people????
fuhgeddaboutit!!!
This week: Form follows function! You can tell a lot about a bird by its wings.
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Sometimes I say self loathing things to my therapist and he looks at me dead in the eyes before saying âYou fucking moron.â and tbh same
Me: I think I donât exist.
Therapist: Listen, you do exist, and if you didnât, someone would have to create you because the world would be a much sadder place.
Me: Jerome, how dare you saying something so sweet when Iâm dissociating.
Me: Honestly, (thing that is totally fucked up for any âsaneâ person) is normal, right?
Therapist: No.
Me: Wow.
Therapist: Youâre just a fucked up bitch.
Me: I do agree with the fucked up bitch part.
Therapist: Thatâs a start!
Me: I guess heâs still my friend?
Therapist: Considering what you told me and how much you wanna beat him to death, heâs not. You pretty much hate him despite knowing him for years.
Me:
Me: Why did I need to come here to realize that.
Therapist: Because thatâs my job to help you to understand some stuff. Also because youâre way too kind and you would let someone punch you in the guts and still consider them as your friend while they stab you.
Me: I donât need that kind of call out, Jerome.
Me: Hey, I brought you coffee. And croissants too, but I ate them. *puts Starbucks coffee in front of him*
Therapist: Oh thatâs nice!!... Oh my name is on it!!
Me: Yeah!!
Therapist: Itâs wholesome but... *very confused and silently*... How do I drink it?
Me, not being able to come to my appointment and having to call him: Iâm sorry, itâs all my fault, Iâm so so so sorr-
Therapist: I dare you to say sorry one more time. I dare you.
Therapist: Hey I wanna show you this super funny image I found the other day.
Me: What-
Therapist: *turns his screen and show me THIS*Â
Me:Â
Me: Jerome.
Therapist: You went to the gaypride?
Me: Yeah, I went.
Therapist: Was it something you enjoyed?
Me: Mh. Yeah. Sorta.
Therapist: Did you see some bears?
Me:
Me: Jerome wh-
Therapist: Thatâs the only term I know outside of the LGTB one, I wanted to use it.Â
Therapist: Are you sure youâre not becoming roommate with (name) because of pity? Kinda sacrificing yourself?
Me: No, I want it!!
Therapist: Finally, youâre not forcing yourself for the others! And youâre doing something you want! Iâm proud of you!
Me: Youâre more of a dad than my own father.
Therapist: Thatâs not very hard.
Me: I always wondered, are you queer?
Therapist: I am not.
Me: Ooh.
Therapist: Or am I?
Me: Ooh!
As an update, Jerome gave my appointment to someoneâs else today so we were both in the waiting room, confused and he walked in, patted my head and said sorry but honestly it was hilarious.
The secretary came to tell me that Jerome actually forgot to write me down on the appointment list.
This is a 100% normal situation with Jerome as my Therapist.
As an addition, more than half of my friends want Jerome to adopt me and refer to him as âTherapist dadâ.
Heâs aware of it and think itâs hilarious.
Me, after complaining for the 25 times about my birth father: Idk if you noticed, but Iâm full of anger against him.
Therapist: Oh, really, I never noticed. You know, you should turn that anger into indifference. It would help you.
Me: Unholy gods, I wish it was me.
Therapist: You know, people will still love you even if you donât offer them things all the time. You donât have to do that.
Me: What??
Therapist: Why donât you send a mail to your psychiatrist when you have a bad mood swing?
Me: Like what? âHey JoĂŤl wassup, Iâve been very suicidal lately last night I wanted to die. Hope you have rad vacations and the weed is good save some good kush for me, kissy kissy.â ?
Therapist: Exactly.
Me: Youâre as bad as me with human interactions Jerome, yâknow.
Me, heavily dissociating: I donât exist-
Therapist: Can I touch you to prove you that you do?
Me: Dinner first.
Therapist:
Therapist: Damien, you moron.
Therapist: You need vacations.
Me: Iâm broke.
Therapist: Oh yeah.
Therapist: You still need vacations tho.
Me: Jerome, I am still broke.
Me, by text: Hey, you just walk by me!
Therapist, by text: Oh sorry. I didnât see you.
Therapist, by text: Wait. Were you at the tattoo shop?
Me, by text, totally at the tattoo shop: You have no proof.
For a bit of context here: Around two months ago I went to a friendâs who happened the live on the same street as Jerome, which I didnât know. He was really surprised to see me and came to check on me, asking me why I was here with a bit of concern on his voice. And this take place earlier this month:
Therapist: So your friend lives in the same street than I?
Me: Yes. Townâs short I guess.
Therapist: Were you really going to your friend...?
Me: Yes?? Why else would I be here?
Therapist: A lot of drug deals happen in this street and I see often teenagers and young adults coming and buy stuffs. I was a bit worried for you.
Me, at 2pm: Iâm sorry Iâm going to be late!
Therapist: Your appointment was this morning at 11:30am, Damien.
Me:
Me: What.
Jerome is still not aware of his fame and idk how to announce him.
Therapist; Whatâs up with you and wanting domestic rats.
Me: Iâm gonna get a rat and call him Jerome just to piss you off.
Therapist:
Therapist: How dare you.
Therapist: Weed doesnât do much on me and I must admit Iâm kinda disappointed.
Me:
Therapist: Do you smoke?
Me: Jerome.
toutch he
okay, i got real fucked up last week and ordered a fuck ton of webkinz, which i thought was a mistake, until the first ones arrived and pud decided she absolutely fucking loved them
at first i just put em on her to see what shed do, which was nothing, so i decided to just leave her alone in my room for a bit. when i came back in later, she was doing this and i dead ass started crying
UPDATE: another one came :â^)
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did you know red snapper can live for over 100 yearsâŚ. whatre they DOING down there
I hope this doesnât work the same way for centaurs.
Thanks! I hate it
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