everybody say i love you black trans women

the fact that I feel the need to go, "and don't forget about Black people" is the most damning indictment of tumblr that I can give without being tempted to mention photovoltaic bartholemew. I have to browbeat you people to reblog any kind of Melanistic Mention. I love you, but i despair of you understanding the way I interpret your suburban accent.

Tears that are driven by white guilt are self-indulgent. When we are mired in guilt, we are narcissistic and ineffective; guilt functions as an excuse for inaction. Further, because we so seldom have authentic and sustained cross-racial relationships, our tears do not feel like solidarity to people of color we have not previously supported. Instead, our tears function as impotent reflexes that don’t lead to constructive action. We need to reflect on when we cry and when we don’t, and why. In other words, what does it take to move us? Since many of us have not learned how racism works and our role in it, our tears may come from shock and distress about what we didn’t know or recognize. For people of color, our tears demonstrate our racial insulation and privilege. I asked the woman of color I refer to in the opening of this chapter if I was missing anything in this list. This is her response: It’s infuriating because of its audacity of disrespect to our experience. You are crying because you are uncomfortable with your feelings when we are barely allowed to have any. You are ashamed or some such thing and cry, but we are not allowed to have any feelings because then we are being difficult. We are supposed to remain stoic and strong because otherwise we become the angry and scary people of color. We are only allowed to have feelings for the sake of your entertainment, as in the presentation of our funerals. And even then, there are expectations of what is allowed for us to express. We are abused daily, beaten, raped, and killed but you are sad and that’s what is important. That’s why it is sooooo hard to take. White Fragility, Robin DiAngelo (emphasis mine)

every “hand made boxers and briefs for transmasc and nonbinary fxlk” subscription box is $80 and everything is polyester and the exact same as regular boxers at like walmart but have a ⚧️ emoji sewed into the side like a cutie mark and the company is like if u donate 25 extra dollars to us with your purchase we will donate to jellyqueens and make a hugggge important impact on the world 🌈 and then jellyqueens is just.. like a small business jam and jelly company with flavors based on different pronouns and gender descriptors (like tme for example) with very obvious like weird assigning of bioessentialist presentation to fruits for the jellies like “amabs” are blueberries and kiwi and “afab” are cherrys and watermelon and the jellies aren’t even good and actually are lying about being gluten free and also get moldy very fast bc they aren’t using preservatives but they still only deduct -$3 from the original price when they do pop up shops in brooklyn while selling them and the impact on the world mentioned by the boxer company is just to reduce jellyqueens pass due bills bc they keep getting fined for avoiding inspection of their kitchen (its in their apartment but they own five cats and let them stay on the counter while chopping and cooking the fruit for the jelly) and also they take a extra $5 dollars from you as a “service charge” on the boxer companies website because the ceo is using that money from every purchase towards their anime boy maid cafe budget for theirnext trip to japan

ngl kinda hate that "this has been discussed extensively you're just 21" tweet cos it was directed at a trans woman who was getting dogpiled for saying that the "dangerous man in a dress" horror trope is shitty

she was born in 2005, the right wing culture war against trans people has been going on for half her life, if she independently arrives at a correct take then how is that something worth mocking?? you got flowers sprouting through concrete, water them dumbass

proposing a new genre of fiction called an anti-romance where u r presented w a couple at the start & the story is about their emotional journey towards a catastrophic break up

will they won't they (end this farce). there's only one bed (but for some reason they don't really want to share it). out of context eavesdropping (that paints the relationship in a better light than it deserves). chasing after them to stop them getting on that plane (and stopping them from finally being free)

nobody understands my vision i don't mean any old story where a relationship fails and it's tragic or w/e i mean a story where the intention is for the audience to root for it failing the same way u root for it succeeding in a romance. & when the relationship finally implodes at the climax of the story it's all very cathartic & everybody cheers.

like have u never wanted a fictional couple to break up so badly it hurt?

I have a recommendation for you