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you can't immediately abandon advocacy for disabled people as soon as you get to a situation where you think they're being embarrassing otherwise you have the moral backbone of a worm

you know what, i've decided i do want active solidarity with picky eaters. i just get really sore about words being put in my mouth and overcorrected to somewhere way too close to "don't lump me in with those people" even if that wasn't really my intention.

I don't even know whether "picky eater" and "ARFID" are actually different.

See, as a kid who was a “picky eater” and now an adult with numerous food intolerances, I feel “picky eater” is more of a lack of ability to describe why food makes me not feel good. Like, I would often have gas cramps, migraines, and a bunch of other just not feeling great but there wasn’t a word for it. A lot of the food tests I have done over the last few years has really opened my eyes as to why I was so miserable as a child. Oranges? Migraine trigger. Turnips(commonly found in broths)? Depression, dissociation and abdominal pain. Yogurt? Major reflux trigger. All the filler in store breads(there is literally so much overlap and I can’t find bread that doesn’t have all of them)? Abdominal pain. And yeah I was definitely feeling all that as a kid, but you know, I was just picky

who’s gonna tell tumblr that executive dysfunction is more than Not Doing Things?

Girl, help. None of my executives are functioning

also relevant to the username, usamerican farmers destroyed approximately 10 million pounds of potatoes during the initial lockdown for SARS-CoV-2 for the explicit reason of keeping prices up. recommended reading: imperialism, the highest stage of capitalism by vladimir lenin

You’re a regular office worker born with the ability to “see” how dangerous a person is with a number scale of 1-10 above their heads. A toddler would be a 1, while a skilled soldier with a firearm may score a 7. Today, you notice the reserved new guy at the office measures a 10.

This one wins.

I don’t think I’ve ever actually reblogged this magnificent post and that’s shame.

dc comics heritage post

This is just the tiniest fucking window into how transmisogyny affect people. This is about a space that was held by trans people and for trans people where the transphobia targeting a transfeminine person was prioritized over everything else.

i miss swimming.

sorry i will never understand cis grief. your daughter is living her best life and going around with friends and feeling like a human being. your son doesn’t feel like he needs to crawl out of his skin anymore and can actually smile. your children are happy and no longer see their existence as the worst thing in the world. why are you grieving this lmao. grow up.

I love that Alex and Greg feed into the fanfics but also they are not that well known… is it an excuse just for Alex Horne to be walked on a leash?!

Does Little Alex Horn need an excuse to be taken for walkies?

this is an easy mistake to make, but the word for years is 'años', not 'anos'. it's actually saying he has nineteen anuses (arranged horizontally, one next to the other) and she has thirty-eight (arranged vertically, one above the other)

This is a mistake my friend made when he, knowing a moderate amount of Portuguese, took some Spanish classes. He managed to describe his sister to his Spanish teacher as "Twenty five anuses old".

A common error for English speakers learning Spanish even without knowledge of Portuguese. Everyone's doing their oral exam and the high school teach asks a student how old they are and far too often the student will confidently tell them "I have 15 anuses."

My memory of The Birdcage (1996) is always that it's more dated and more difficult to watch than it actually is. You hear "drag-themed comedy from the 90s based on a musical from the 80s based on a play from the 70s" and you brace yourself just a little, right? But the film has a strong gay perspective, so the fruity fag jokes mostly come off as warmly affectionate. There is a surprising amount of poignancy in Robin Williams' portrayal of Armand, grudgingly agreeing to his beloved son's request that he go back into the closet for an evening ("do me a favor and don't talk to me for a while"). The drag club's staff attempting to redecorate the apartment with stuff straight people might like (a taxidermy moose head, an enormous crucifix, and Playboy magazine) is extremely funny. Albert's histrionics are a point of tension because he does often come off as a stereotypically pathetic/comic figure, but towards the end of the movie he makes it very clear that he's aware of how people see him, and asserts that trying to copy a stoic masculinity he doesn't possess for the sake of social approval would be more pathetic. In the 1983 musical adaptation, they give "Albert" (Albin) the only good song in the whole show, "I Am What I Am", which Gloria Gaynor covered to the delight of gays everywhere. Apparently Nathan Lane wasn't (publicly) out yet in 1996, which is amazing because it means that at one point in this movie you're watching a gay man playing a straight man playing a gay man playing a straight man, in a movie about how it's important to be yourself, an absurdity that does seem to encapsulate the state of gay America in the 90s.

When I was in the hospital, they gave me a big bracelet that said ALLERGY, but like. I'm allergic to bees. Were they going to prescribe me bees in there.

The world is full of such beauty and wonder. Thank you for that sentence.