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Oh hell yeah thank you!

My previous googling had only given me horrible neologisms like auncle and fukcing pibling, but with ommer as a keyword I was able to find a whole lot more stuff like an entire nonbinary wiki.

For anyone else having difficulties finding gender-neutral terms, this page is a hub for gender-neutral terminology is a variety of languages. Here is the English language one in particular.

I actually kinda love the mouth-feel of “ommer” (I can’t seem to find any sort of etymology for it, so I think it might have just been created whole-cloth rather than as a derivation from other words), and they also list some really cute ones like “nibi.”

Post reference: https://nonbinaryresource.tumblr.com/post/617565948264824832/hey-i-absolutely-do-not-know-any-nonbinary-people

Thank you for your kind offer.

sorry if this is rude but i don't believe that happens ?? if you want to transition don't you experience some kind of dysphoria , whether it be gender / body / social .

You’re more likely to be approved for surgery if you’re dysphoric (which is transphobic bullshit because cosmetic plastic surgery is a thing), but transitioning could also bring you euphoria (which I feel like I do bring up a lot...). Maybe you don’t define your own experiences as dysphoria. Or maybe you’re not triggered by your body but want it to look a certain way to reflect how you feel in order to avoid misgendering or to make social transition easier. Or anything else.

If you don’t have the experience, then you can’t give OP what they’re looking for. But that doesn’t mean someone else out there might not be able to help them.

Like I want to socially transition eventually, not because of any dysphoria because I don’t even mind my name or the pronouns used for me now but because it would bring me euphoria to get to truly be myself. I’m not uncomfortable. I’m just not living as me. And, tbh, there are surgeries out there I have thought about for other reasons that aren’t specifically gender related, but they could play into gender issues/how I’m read. Just like... don’t forget there are other experiences than your own out there. =\

it’s not letting me tag you for some reason but oh my god you’re not wrong. like. i am sorry because i know there are some people still watching the show who are going to be very upset, but at the same time it’s just hysterical to me like of fucking course

share the weirdest encounter you’ve had with a stranger on the street.

I’m going to discount all the times elderly people approach me to share their life stories or tell me about their retirement plans to buy a boat (I have one of those faces. I am non-threatening) because those are relatively normal.

Winner:

So I think I’m gonna go with the guy in the full camel costume outside the university’s science library that I waited with until it opened. It was not Halloween, and there was no event going on. It was also 6:30 in the morning and there was no reason for him to have the head on. I didn’t ask, he didn’t share, we just stood in silence until he went to sit in a study room to read, still wearing the head.

Runner-ups:

The old man who asked me to help him find canned beans, instead of saying thank you (to me, the NOT employee whom he still approached for help), told me that social media is why my generation doesn’t make things like his mother’s (terrible) recipe for 3 bean salad anymore and then walked away.

The horrible brim-stone preacher who used to yell at us outside Turlington that we were “b-b-b-b-b-bad to the bone” and that we needed Jesus.

The small child who thought I was an elf because I am v short and had blue hair at the time. But that was adorable.

The time I got kinda stalked and grabbed by one of the Country Bears at Disney and, in self-defense mode, ended up throwing him(?) to the ground.

However

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I think AND read in complete sentences and had NO CLUE PEOPLE DIDN’T. Like it’s my voice reading to me or whatever. Or sometimes someone else’s voice. Like if I read lord of the rings and Samwise is speaking I hear it in Sean Astin’s voice. I THOUGHT EVERYONE WAS LIKE THIS

This is so baffling to me. Like, I don’t doubt you at all, but I read this and my brain just throws up the “that sounds fake, but okay” meme. If I’m reading dialogue of a character whose voice it sounds like sometimes I’ll hear them speaking it, but that doesn’t happen often (and the dialogue has to be well-written and in-character enough to match their cadences or else my brain just says nope). Or if I remember something with words like music or something someone said, it’s not just words appearing in my brain it’s all tied up in the scene where I heard them so like I’m also hearing the background noise or seeing  the place they were standing when they said it or the feeling of the room while I was reading them on a computer screen. It’s never just like, HERE ARE WORDS.

It’s most often just a jumble of sound, color, emotion, and concept with occasional words floating to the top which makes it both easier and harder to write like. It’s harder because everything has to be translated into words, but descriptions are sometimes easier because of the spiderweb of associations that mean sometimes I’ll pull out something three levels of association away but that still works in a simile or whatever. But like, that takes conscious effort to make the words go because my thoughts are just floaty chemical soup most of the time.

It may not be much but I'm sending the following if it helps and is something you're ok with accepting, with the full knowledge that it's ok if you don't and there will be no upset or negative feelings; - *internet hugs* - Hot cup of coacoa (milk to taste) - an affectionate cat or dog (your choice) to snuggle - a comfortable bed with all the pillows - a sunny day by the stream, birds chirping, water gently flowing, a multi century oak tree over head, strong and secure.

Thank you, darling. I’m okay, I was just in a good old-fashioned spiral that I couldn’t seem to talk myself out of. It’s unfortunately too hot in sunny Florida for cocoa at the moment, but I did get a cat, a nice bed,

and a multi-century oak (well, I’d put it more around 100-150 years, but close enough) not that far from my door (I live in one of the oldest parts of the city, which means I have ancient plumbing and shitty insulation, but lots of beautiful old trees).

It’s hard to see, but both those parts are actually the same tree, it just forks out around 15 feet above the ground. It’s thick enough that it would take at least 4 of me holding hands to encircle the trunk. It’s my favorite tree.