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Harvesting and bunching radishes

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This International Day Against Homophobia, Transphobia and Biphobia, here’s a little Trans 101 for y’all: Trans People are people and we are not all the same. We are individuals who have agency and autonomy whether the government or society at large is ready for that to be true is irrelevant.

Being against transphobia means being ALL THE WAY HERE FOR trans folks’ agency and autonomy.

Posted @withregram • @transstudent ✨EXACTLY!✨

Credit: @wearyoufitin

ID [text on rainbow background reads “a friendly reminder that you don’t need to fully understand the nuances of gender identity to know that each individual person knows who they are better than you ever will.”]

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This is the Head of an African, currently in the British Museum (Room 4). It’s carved from dark green siltstone, and it dates back to roughly 100–75 BC (Ptolemaic Egypt).

Look at the naturalism. The almond-shaped eyes, the depth of expression, and those iconic "corkscrew" curls. This is a moment where Greek naturalism met Egyptian craftsmanship in Alexandria, and the result is a masterpiece that looks like it could blink and start talking to you. It’s a powerful reminder that the "Hellenistic world" was a hell of a lot more diverse and interconnected than your high school history textbook let on.

The Contrast:

100 BC: An artist spends months carefully carving a portrait into stone to preserve a face with dignity and permanence.

The World Today: We consume a million digital faces a second, but how many are captured with this much intent? This much reverence for the individual?

History isn't just a list of dates. It's the tension between the things we build to last and the human stories they try to preserve.

Clarinets are made almost entirely out of wood from the mpingo tree.

First, I'm sorry for my silence over the last few weeks or so. Between the wedding ceremony, the staycation honeymoon, the chest cold we both had during said honeymoon, and everything else, I've been very busy. So I offer my apologies.

Second, I will post pictures of the honeymoon in a future post, so you will enjoy it all, I promise.

Third, and the main reason I am making this post: something that I learned from the honeymoon. With my husbear, I am the main caregiver of the two of us. I want to make sure that we both are taken care of, physically, emotionally, mentally. It's what I'm used to after so many years of caring for Mom. In that sense, my soft dom side comes out, with the encouraging words and comforting pats/rubs to reinforce our sexual fantasies and desires. We both feed off it well, so it's good to have in our relationship.

But when my husbear has his dom side shine through, my dom side disappears and I become a pure sub bottom. He has me begging for any sort of stimulation and it drives me crazy when he allows me to feel that. I never thought that I would be behaving in such a way with someone I feel secure with. It's surreal in a way to think that when I met him, he was feeling more asexual and shy about sex, and now, I've awoken this sexual monster within him and I love it!

Gosh, this is a long one (insert a "That's what she said" gif here). Let's wrap it up, shall we?