AFTER DEATH, LIFE AGAIN

i’ve been thinking about this and desperately searching for it for months

It so happens that I am surrounded by a society that attributes certain traits of me to one gender or another and judges me accordingly. But I detest that classification, and the fact that I possess some similarities to one or the other of the boxes does not mean I want someone to put me in one and tell me that the walls of that box are the limits of what I am allowed to be. I reject the premise that "masculinity" and "femininity" are packages bought wholesale that are innate to your being. I reject the premise that I have to shove myself into a label. My primary label is that I am me; everything else is secondary, is an approximation for the sake of others. That is what I need others to understand.

what the fuck happens in Magic the Gathering dawg

It's that time of year again. Happy Pride, Mr. Rollins.

ciaran clear (1920 - 2000); seascape / ireland's teardrop / south strand / heaving to for the pilot

It accidentally is latin

Found this in the margins of a medieval manuscript.

Not to mention, it would be weird to put one "die" at the start and another at the end The verb also usually goes at the end in Latin sentences, just for that extra bit of fun. So yes, in short, this is not actually Latin, and Google Translate is very bad at Latin in particular. Nonetheless, still charming.

So yes: true that poetical Latin might be more at liberty to split the "die"-s up that far, though "timeo" (verb) is still more likely in most cases to go at the end, which would place them together anyway ("die ad die timeo," "day to day I fear" if translated in strict word order, which would make sense to an English speaker and sound more poetic anyway). Keep in mind, however, that my Latin is a) fairly rusty and b) mostly used for said formulaic legal document reading rather than freeform verse, so don't super-hard quote me on this.

But perhaps “temu” is a hapax legomenon (in which case we would need the rest of the text to gloss it) or a scribal error for temeratu, from temero, “I defile or disgrace”. In that case, and in true Tumblr form, I might translate it as “daily I disgrace, in the manner of the day”, with some errors attributable to the scribe.

That's transandrophobia in a nutshell. Trans men don't die in the spotlight, they die in the shadows, and are told they're privileged for their quiet, out-of-sight deaths.