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since it's pride month i think now's a good time to put an end to the discourse: transmisogyny and transandrophobia are equal and non-opposing forces which can be experienced by nearly anybody if they're just in the wrong place at the wrong time. no one group of trans people has it worse than the other, because everyone's personal experiences are simply too complex and wide-ranging to ever accurately answer that question, nor is it a question worth answering in the first place because it could only serve to drive a wedge in our community when we need solidarity and unity now more than ever. love your transfem sisters, love your transmasc brothers, love your nonbinary and intersex siblings, and do it more than you hate bigots. happy pride

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THESE WORDS ARE ACCEPTED.

THESE WORDS ARE ACCEPTED

THESE WORDS ARE ACCEPTED.

THESE WORDS ARE ACCEPTED.

THESE WORDS ARE ACCEPTED.

The only true way to immortality is to say so much weird shit that your words will forever live rent-free in other peoples' heads. Like the person who decided to string together the sequence of words "shaking like a chihuahua shitting out a peach stone." Like why did you make me read that. It emerges in my head regularly, whenever I least expect it and the situation needs it the least.

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the sewing machine is like if a horse and an inkjet printer had a child

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a pit of dread forms in your stomach as you parse my "evil baby on board" decal and realize you have a moral duty to rear end my vehicle as hard as you can

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following weird horny furries who are into shit like pooltoys and transformation and stuff is enrichment. the vitamins and minerals of posting

once you get over your ass and realise you will never get some people and that’s ok you are basically immune to right wing fearmongering. otherkin? none of my fucking business

I must not fall victim to disgust. Disgust is the heart-killer. Disgust is the little-death that brings total apathy. I will face my disgust. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the disgust has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

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THESE WORDS ARE ACCEPTED.

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Not everyone will like your boundaries. That’s the point. Boundaries aren’t designed to keep others comfortable; they’re designed to keep you safe.

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what doesn’t kill me leaves a pit in my stomach that never goes away

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the bus is never going to come because im a bad person

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Lord help me I'm playing bg3 again

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