snowys basement

fuck you and your posts that coerce reblogs. "you're a terrible person if you don't do x", "you support [bad thing] if you don't share this post", etc. I see a lot of guilt tripping, especially on mutual aid posts. as someone with moral ocd, these parts are like hell fire on my brain. they trigger me so badly, and I hate it. so here's your reminder. you're not a bad person for ignoring a post. you are not at fault if you don't donate or share a mutual aid post. your allowed to skip those posts for your own sake. it doesn't mean you're a bad person.

So called free thinkers when there's a hot fat woman

being black in any art community is such a strange feeling cause you’ll see just blatant racism being expressed in others art and you have to just casually ignore it, for your sake if anything, colorism being something that’s just fundamentally there in every artist and you deal with it cause it’s not worth it in the end to even think of it too hard let alone even mentioning it, it’s definitely something

Hello nonblack reader of this post, I think you ought to share this one so that you and your peers can actively remind yourselves 1) of how your Black peers feel when you tolerate antiblack racism in your art spaces for entertainment and 2) that we notice it, but don't believe it is secure around enough of you to bring it up 🙏🏾

growing up I always wanted to be poorly understood by science

"please don't scroll past this" is a spell that makes me scroll right past this

I want "everyone is the expert in their own identity" on a poster

was complaining about experiencing bigotry and someone tagged the post telling me to "just block and move on." i cannot stress enough that i experience bigotry in real life. i fear we cannot "curate your online experience" our way out of every situation.

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.