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A recent New Scientist cartoon.
p.s. I will be in Madrid and Germany very soon! Details at www.tomgauld.com

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Holy shit???? This fucking rocks op???
do we see the vision
"HRT IS BEING FORCED ONTO CHILDREN AND UT HAS AN INCREDIBLY HIGH REGRET RATE" they scream, denying all the facts and the actual amount of people who stop taking hrt (which is roughly 1%), ignoring how incredibly expensive it is, refusing to acknowledge the difficulties in actually finding a doctor to even prescribe it to you at all, and pretending that this button isn't a requirement for literally everyone taking it
the only reason someone would "regret" hrt is if they changed their mind (which yeah, that happens), or they lied and didn't read the box before taking it.
hon, its not the hrt thats dangerous. its you. dont choke on arsenic because it looks like candy
detrans cisgirl after taking the medicine that makes you a man, reading all the benefits risks and side effects of the medice that makes you a man, and telling a doctor that she wants to be a man: "I dIdNt KnOw ThAt ThIs MeDiCiNe WoUlD mAkE mE a MaN!!!!"
i think this can be taken as proof that detrans grifters are lying and almost never actually medically transitioned. because if they did they would know a) that its not actually as easily accessible as they say it is and is not being forcefed to children at the same school they have litter boxes in the bathrooms or whatever, b) that the medicine that makes you transition actually makes you transition, and it does exactly what it says on the tin, and c) that if they hate their male transition so much they can just take estrodiol. instead they're trying to ban estrodiol????? i know transmisogyny is by definition an ideology harbored by the most illogical douchebags ever, but like... come the fuck on
isn't a 1% regret rate also just amazing low compared to pretty much most medical things? especially when paired with how much it improves patients lives? like if any antidepressants had a 99% chance to improve a patients life then no doctor would be against it
no, you're right. hrt and srs are literal medical miracles with how low the regret rate is and how much they save lives by preventing a suicide.
you're at least 20 times more likely to regret other major life decision or medical procedures (ie having a kid, getting a tattoo, going to college, getting joint surgery) than you are to regret medically transition.
plus, the vast majority of "regret" isn't actually people who transitioned and then hated it. its people with transphobic families or partners who find out and abuse them until they stop. its people who struggle financially who can't afford it. its people who discover they're a flavor of nonbinary. its people who for whatever reason pause, and more than 80% of them eventually continue later on when they have more reliable access to it.
in the vast majority of cases, people "detransition" because they're literally being prevented from transitioning from outside factors.
this is why i say the entire detrans movement is a grift. its antithetical to objective reality. everything they say is a lie and has been debunked time and time again. but for some reason they're still taken seriously???
When I was getting started on HRT, my doctor told me that the majority of his patients already know as much about HRT as he does. Like, we go into this shit knowing far more about it than anyone telling us we might regret it.
Of thaf 1% who detransition, the majority retransition later in life. The most common reason for detransition is being rejected or threatened by society for being trans.
so this knight came to my wizard's tower one day and asked me to cast a spell that would allow him to take his beloved princess' hand in marriage. pretty typical this kind of wish, and i had just the spell. a combo of "turn person into a royal" and "transform appearance to match romantic ideal", easy. he paid handsomely for it too, so how can i says no?
turns out his princess is a lesbian and nobody knew, so when i cast the spell it made him into a beautiful princess. she asked for a refund right away and begged me (cryin', held me at swordpoint) to turn her back, but i says to her, i says, "The die has already been cast, and your fate is now sealed!" which is my way of sayin' "no refunds".
turns out, bein' a princess weren't so bad for her and she was able to take her sweet and beloved princess' hand in marriage. seems like everything worked out.
but then, surprise of my life, they both show up to my tower and my spell was undone. some dark sorcerer shithead (some kinda sketchy royal adviser who wanted to usurp the throne, a million like 'im) had removed my enchantments and turned our princess back into a knight. but she didn't want to be a man no more and asked me to redo the spell. gladly i changed her back in exchange for fuckin' up this sorcerer shmuck, (could be a threat to my business, you see) gave 'er an enchanted sword an everything. to my shock, the other princess takes the sword and vows to get this guy for me.
now i got all this guy's magic shit and good graces for life with the queens of the land, plus the best advertisement money can't buy. "yes, i am in fact That wizard from the story of the princess knight!" classic.
anyway, all that to say, no i ain't changin' yous back. you'll be mommy's pretty little maid and you'll like it.

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I promised I'd dress as Gandalf Big Naturals before my breast reduction, and true to my word, here are the pics I took literally the day before surgery LMAO
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I've reached the point where cynicism is a major turn-off for me. You're not smarter than idealists, and you're not helping.
Funny that the stereotypical cynic is an idealist who aged out of it. In my experience, the reverse is true. I was an extreme cynic as a teenager and then I noticed how profoundly limiting it was, and also that "cynics are cool and smart" was a message that was being constantly reinforced by corporate media for some reason.
#yes! cynicism reads as very juvenile to me#and yes prev often stemming from teen pain
Yeah, like I see black-pilled people on here and my default reaction isn't "oh, these must be world-weary old warriors who've lost their faith in humanity", it's "these people are in their 20s and need a hobby"
I also think that the present era has proven that authoritarian leaders don't actually want a population of wide-eyed idealists, they want a population of jaded assholes who are convinced that everyone is lying, any resistance is either a scam or doomed to failure, and nothing can ever get better.
i am,, so sorry but ive had the āgandalf big naturalsā meme stuck in my head all day and you must suffer with me <3
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Personally? I would never deny Hiromu Arakawa her right to a short bratty braided blond character in a kickass red coat
Invent a look this iconic and I think you should get to use it in every series.
Briefly poking my head back in on the "realistic fantasy creature" rabbit hole before tapping back out.
The thing about the real universe and Earth biology is that all of it is generally more fucked up and weird than our imaginations. Realistic version of fantasy settings forget that evolution is a fuck you and ecology is a double fuck you and they get so wrapped up in forward facing predator eyes the completely space out on jumping spiders. And like sure maybe you can say XYZ happens but they're never out there like adding the details that make it interesting like growing tusks that curve around into the skull, eyes set on giant elongated stalks, freaky sacs that inflate and deflate, special noise features, and all the other weird shit that gets carried along in the evolutionary process. Not because it was better or more useful but because it was a trait of things that lived long enough to fuck.
The take home true realistic fact of biology isn't "these traits are a necessary part of this skill or behavior" it's that biology does not give a fuck and evolution will grab literally anything if it succeeded in reproduction a couple times, anything.
People will be like realistic dragons can only fly if they're really light with big wingspans and a lot of buoyancy or something. Yeah maybe so, or maybe they're like fucked up whale vulture squid mantis hybrids. Maybe their wings are just fucking packed with organ jets using the venturi effect to ram themselves full of air on a foreward swing and blast it out of anterior exhausts, and it gets superheated because pressure increase equals heat so the wing underside combined with the jet propulsion gets lift and thrust, and they've got like massive furnaces of digestive systems amped up a million percent from animals like heyenas and vultutes that let them eat more or less anything, which allows them to stay alive from internally breaking down a one ton gutload of garbage and they pretty much just spend the majority of their time in high altitude flight as adults based on having some weird unforseen celluar biology where they just live on sunlight and digestion and the atmosphere has less drag and their body is so huge because it holds in the heat that helps the jet wings work. And then every so often they dive bomb into normal atmosphere at like terminal velocity and use a diamond hard shovel jaw plow through whatever is in their pathway to get just enough energy to blast back up into the upperatmospher, like, they never stop flying, but they are huge and terrifying and they defend themselves with bile. Like what about that, huh?
Be throwing the inverse square law around how giants would collapse under their own weight and it's not a survivable size as if human spines don't collapse under the strees of walking upright in the actual living world. Stupid shit thrives all the time.
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thereās this term i coined in my friendgroup i call āthe charizard effectā and it can apply to anything and everything, but it was born from me explaining my feelings about the pokemon charizard. the term is basically about how overexposure to something be it by corporate shilling or fandom prominence drives me away from really enjoying something bc iām exposed to it so much against my will i become tired of it. it came to me bc i was ranting about how tpci does not, and cannot stop reinventing charizard, and how it is popular and obtusely included in almost every region, merch, etc in every way possible and itās highly commodified.
i dont dislike the pokemon charizard, in fact i really like its X form, but i am exposed to so much charizard in my pokemon consumption that i cant be bothered to care for it in any more than in passing. this applies to a bunch of other stuff iād otherwise be ok with, but i always just call this aversion phenomena āthe charizard effectā
making this term has done numbers for me being able to concisely express how i feel abt something. like. its not charizardās fault i feel this way, im sure iād feel normal abt it if it was stripped of all this over commodification, but i cannot. hence the name

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i know weāre both just messing around pretending to be whole but look at me. if the train was coming would you move. if the ground was falling from under your feet would you even notice or would it just be another tuesday for you. if somebody stabbed you could it hurt worse than you already do. what iām saying is that i love you but i think we both drive over the speed limit when itās raining. what iām saying is that i want to hold your hand and i understand about how you sometimes have to sit down in the shower. what iām saying is that iām here for you and if the train comes please move.
i wrote this 7 years ago, somehow. every day someone else finds it and whispers to me - oh, i understand this. something always turns in the wash of my stomach: i am so, so glad you feel seen. i wish you had no idea what this post was about.
i wrote this while working in a program for new writers. on wednesdays, two of the teachers would be contractually obligated to read our writing aloud to the group of 300+ teens. i had never read my work in public before. i had something like 6k poems and was panicking about it. none of them are good enough. sometimes the train is howling. it is hard, actually, sometimes, even as an adult.
and then i thought - what is one thing i wish i could tell all of them. each of these 300 kids. what did i need to hear, at 16?
i wanted to tell them about the day you wake up, and the sun feels warm finally. i wanted to tell them about carving a life out of soapstone, your hands turning bloody. i wanted to tell them that sometimes yes - it actually does feel easy. i wanted to tell them about weddings and cookie dough and long road trips. about albums of new music and old friends laughing and the sound of snow falling.
you will learn the pattern of the train. you will learn to close your eyes when you hear the engine rumbling. you will learn to let yourself have the grey days in their lily-soft numbness. sometimes it will feel like life is wet paint, and god has smeared your canvas across a sewer grate. sometimes it will be so boring it isnāt even pronounceable - the tenacious, soundless blankness. survival isnāt just ugly nights and wild mornings. it is also the steady, unimportant moments. it is just driving with your seatbelt on. it is calling a friend on the way home. it is burying your face into the fur of your dog.
when i had finished reading this poem aloud, the auditorium was silent for a solid minute. someone stood up to take a picture of where it had been projected onto a screen, and then three more people followed the action, and then - like a bad internet story, people remembered they were supposed to be clapping. kids came up to me after it - thank you for writing that. i think i hear a train coming.
i would write this differently now, i think, but it has been 7 years. i still live by the tracks. i also havenāt picked up a blade in over 10 years. the scars are still there, but these days i only pick up scissors to cut my hair. i know why you canāt tell your mom about it. i know how the numbness slips over everything, a restless horrible cotton. i know how when you dropped the dish, you werenāt crying about the broken glass. i know about feeling like all the roads have closed their exits, that you arenāt supposed to still-be-here - and yet.
i am still here, and still yours, and i havenāt forgotten. what iām saying is if any hope is calling to you - i know itās hard, but you have to listen. iām saying keep driving, but slow down the car. sit down in the shower, iām not judging you. we can stay in the dark with the good hot water and do nothing but stare. notice the stab wound. make it through another tuesday.
i know what it is like to miss yourself. do what you need to. come home to me. i am writing to you, my past self, from the future. iāll be waiting for you.
and when the train is coming - please move.