literally ada paige

A lot of people could benefit from realizing that the vast majority of the time, when someone says a space or resource is “AFAB only”, the thought that this might include trans men or nonbinary people who look masculine has not even remotely crossed their mind. When most people say “AFAB”, they are imagining cis women—and maybe, as an afterthought, nonbinary people that they are able to mentally categorize as basically cis women. Certainly, they never imagine someone who looks like or is a man. Any intersex person who doesn’t look like a cis woman or who didn’t experience growing up as a girl, definitely the furthest thought from their mind by a hundred miles.

I think the "trans men are men" "trans women are women" mantra will inherently fail trans liberation because it's only there to make cis people confortable. It leaves out all the gender diverse people, all the intersex, and non binary people. It doesn't do shit for us

"Trans men are still men" how about no. Trans men are still trans.

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD, THERE ARE ENOUGH VOICES IN THERE" what did he mean by that

oough. im always thinking about max blunder. mix between a halfling and a goliath. too tall for halflings, too short for goliaths. born a freak of nature, a potential flight of curiosity. product of the circus. PRODUCT of the circus. if he fails he is defective. if he cannot prove his worth to those around him he is defective. by being born a person he fails to live up to the expectations of a product. PRODUCT. a collector's item to be used and displayed. loud and rude and desperate to be approved of. wear ego and superiority as armour to shield yourself from your elders’ disappointment. wear ego and superiority and prove yourself worthy of having either (prove yourself worthy of love). prove you are special and unique as you were created to be or be fundamentally useless. be so full of contradiction from birth that you belong nowhere. not with goliaths and not with halflings. not at the circus and not at the lab. approval = love. your mentor who saw a person in you is gone and you will never get to say goodbye. all you have left of the past in the living world are all the people who manufactured you to sell you in bits and pieces. "there's no one else like me" "one of a kind" tragedies on your tongue wrapped up in egotistical language to cover the wound. but it is there. it will always be there. there is no one else like you. you are one of a kind. the only thing lonelier than being the last of your kind is to be the first and only.

I am 2 seconds away from falling asleep and I am actively feeling things about Max Blunder that would make Death look through me with its hollow eyes at the end of all things and start weeping bitterly in my stead. Which is to say do not let me talk about this dude