Overly Angry 1950s Pianist

This is transmisogyny. You are knowingly portraying trans women as irrational here. This phenomenon is not a thing— people headcanon male characters as transmasc ALL the fucking time, and no one cares. I’ve seen top surgery scars edited onto just about every dude from any media ever. You know good and goddamn well that you are able to headcanon men as trans men without pushback from trans women. The PROBLEM is when a character is clearly transFEM coded, and y’all try to downplay that to push your transmasc head canons.

like brother i get it you're a trans man and you're probably just projecting onto your blorbo. i'm a trans man and i do the same shit. but i need you to understand that "trans men are girls with deep internalized misogyny and who hate femininity in general" is straight up TERF rhetoric. so when you take a character with toxic masculinity issues lashing out and bullying the women around him because he hates femininity in general and then headcanon him as transmasc, YOU ARE FEEDING INTO TRANSPHOBIC STEREOTYPES!!!

Made this post about 15 minutes after the repair guy who fixed the pump on my dishwasher packed up his tools and left, as the dishwasher was whirring along doing my dishes from that morning.

I used to work at a TV station in Ohio. On weekends, we only had an 11pm news broadcast. Not much happened on weekends, ya know? I worked Monday-Friday 9-5, but someone on the weekend shift quit, so I also had to come in at 9pm on Sat/Sun to work the 11pm news. It was brutal. I worked seven days a week, even if two of them were ~3hrs.

This was a particularly bad winter. One Saturday, we had a level 2 snow emergency: That means you should only travel if you absolutely must. Like, it's not uncommon for cops to pull you over in level 2 emergencies to ask where you're going and why. It is genuinely dangerous to drive in that much snow.

I told my boss as much, how I almost crashed on the way home at 12:30am after a news broadcast. I told him I would need to call off if there were a snow emergency again during a night snow.

He told me, point blank, "If you ever call me about the goddamn snow, I will take it as a call of resignation."

And that was that! The very next Saturday, snow fell again. It was a level 2, but would become level 3 by sunup. Level 3 means driving is literally illegal except for ambulances and snow plows. I stared out the window, watching the snow, and I had to make a choice.

"Will I die for this? Will I kill myself to keep this job?" I made $11/hr.