PenPaladin

You gotta be really publicly passionate about things if you want your friends to text you. Bc people will forget to text you because they’re human. But if you’re really openly the friend who loves identifying ants your friends will think of you when they see ants. And they’ll text you “what ant is this [blurry photo]”. And then they’ll ask you how you’ve been and we should get coffee sometime. But if they don’t know what you love they’ll never know what you like

Can confirm, I have attached my identity to enough weird shit that someone texts me at least once a week with “saw this niche thing and thought of you”.

Idk man it’s so easy to get bogged down in all the bullshit online but when my then-6 year old cousin found out I was trans he said “ok” then corrected my grandma when she misgendered me. I was once the third between a gay man and a lesbian. Two lesbians once invited me back to their place when I presented as a man. I met an AMAB nb butch who looked strikingly to outsiders like a cis man and it was one of the more sapphic experiences I’ve had. I nervously wore a boydyke shirt to pride and got 3 different cis-looking femme folks tell me they loved my shirt. I once told a trans group at a protest that any pronouns were fine for me and one person said “wow, I’m impressed and intimidated by people like that. I don’t know that I could be that chill with pronouns.” I once told a GNC friend I wished I could wear a type of “opposite” gender clothing after I had already transitioned and so it would be associated with my AGAB and he said “You could just do it.” I’ve had cishet men fight cops for me before. The first time I had a doctor ask me if my name was different than what was on my forms I had to try not to cry. Last week, a phone call with a doctor’s office where I am generally cis passing asked unprompted if my name listed is what I want to be called. It touched me then too. I told a lesbian friend once I felt like my attraction to men AND women both felt gay. She said “makes sense.” And we moved on. I go by different pronouns in different circles. I’ve had gay women love my facial hair. I’ve had gay men like my tits. It’s all out there, I promise. It can be hard to find it but I promise there is community like you and community who likes you. And it’s more messy and beautiful than tumblr discourse makes it out to be.

Plus, what an absolute baller move to announce your regnal name as William the Last.

this is so late renaissance early mannerism. the controversial male nudity? the lighting and value on the figure of emphasis?? him bathed in light and placed ABOVE while the police are clad in dark and BELOW?? Uh HES HITTING THE CONTRAPPOSTO??

thank god for breasts *remembers im atheist* thank science for breasts

*remembers I'm agnostic" I don't know who to thank for breasts

*remembers I grew them myself* Thank me for these breasts in particular

Best thing about pets is that sometimes you look up and see them. Glanced outside and a chicken was trotting past, clearly on some kind of mission. What kind of mission? No idea. Chicken business.

I love being adjacent to their lives

I am reminded of when my then-2.5-year-old son first got to see his newborn sibling (who was very blonde then.) He stared in awe at the tiny baby, then startled and said, “WHERE HIS EYEBROWS???”

In every way this is set up to be a joke like any other short video, it even uses the trope of main character in a wig to represent their mom, but it isn't funny at all. It's just sweet and nice

woke up this morning, rolled over, and very confidently tried to blow out my alarm clock like a candle. absolutely no precedent for that.

In the year 1450 a priest rolls over and slams his hand into his candle, burning him and sending wax flying all over the place

i should watch more movies and i should read more and i should get a new hobby and i should pick my old hobbies back up and i should clean my house and i should start exercising regularly and i should get a degree in something and i should quit my job and i should commit a crime and i should burn down a building and actually i should leave my life and become a hermit living in the mountains and talking to birds

Reading this from a literal cabin in the mountains, can confirm that’s the correct option

Op can may we inquire about the website list

OH THANK FUCKING GOD

"my great grandmother who survived 3 wars and raised 10 children by herself while working in a factory watching me go to therapy because my parents yelled at me" ok but your great grandmother was also miserable. maybe your great grandmother would be happy you try your best to not be miserable

like have you considered your ancestors wouldve wished to see you be less miserable than them

my great grandmother was dodging several genocides so i don't think she'd care if i went to therapy

If my great-grandmother wished upon me the same pain she endured, then great-grandmother can suck a bag of dicks. I hope my great-grandchildren live happy lives of peace and abundance.

If you add two pounds of sugar to literally one ton of concrete it will ruin the concrete and make it unable to set properly which is good to know if you wanna resist something being built, French anarchists used this to resist prison construction in the 80s

I’m just gonna go ahead and reblog this for purely educational purposes.

Of course. Purely for education.

Guys. The data centers

Ooo what an interesting historical fact with noooooooooooo modern application

What I find especially bizarre about the “bisexuals must just be into guys, really” assumption is that *the majority of guys are not that attractive.* Every straight couple I know is a beautiful woman + some guy in a hat. Women are portrayed in art as beautiful, in a way that men rarely are. So whyyyyyyy would attraction to men be the default? Should be the other way around. Boobs are super great.

body positivity can be so hard when ur chronically ill like ‘your body loves you and is doing its best to care for you ❤️’ NO THE FUCK IT IS NOT

“Love your body not for how it looks, but for what it can do!” Yeah well it apparently also can’t go outside if it’s over 85, its cartilage is falling apart faster than an appliance just out of warranty, and is currently failing to digest cheese.