Its humbling to remember that I, too, can be the weirdo who misunderstood op and got too worked up about it. One only achieves Buddhahood when one realizes that anyone can be the weirdo who misunderstood op and got too worked up about it
Goshawk! One of the crow tier prints for this month. Hop in by the end of November to get it - or I’ll have it in my shop in December. :-)
[ID: an illustration of a goshawk - a white bird of prey with dark barring and a dark head - with its wings outstretched, facing toward the viewer. It is on a background with a radial pattern resembling a snowflake in blue, orange, and red. End.]
TheDinosaurMann
@TheDinosaurMann
Olorotitan with an unexpected pterasaur pal!
Idk man it’s so easy to get bogged down in all the bullshit online but when my then-6 year old cousin found out I was trans he said “ok” then corrected my grandma when she misgendered me. I was once the third between a gay man and a lesbian. Two lesbians once invited me back to their place when I presented as a man. I met an AMAB nb butch who looked strikingly to outsiders like a cis man and it was one of the more sapphic experiences I’ve had. I nervously wore a boydyke shirt to pride and got 3 different cis-looking femme folks tell me they loved my shirt. I once told a trans group at a protest that any pronouns were fine for me and one person said “wow, I’m impressed and intimidated by people like that. I don’t know that I could be that chill with pronouns.” I once told a GNC friend I wished I could wear a type of “opposite” gender clothing after I had already transitioned and so it would be associated with my AGAB and he said “You could just do it.” I’ve had cishet men fight cops for me before. The first time I had a doctor ask me if my name was different than what was on my forms I had to try not to cry. Last week, a phone call with a doctor’s office where I am generally cis passing asked unprompted if my name listed is what I want to be called. It touched me then too. I told a lesbian friend once I felt like my attraction to men AND women both felt gay. She said “makes sense.” And we moved on. I go by different pronouns in different circles. I’ve had gay women love my facial hair. I’ve had gay men like my tits. It’s all out there, I promise. It can be hard to find it but I promise there is community like you and community who likes you. And it’s more messy and beautiful than tumblr discourse makes it out to be.
fluffy pigeon
when you know exactly how you want a scene to go but as soon as you sit down to write it you are suddenly staring at some of the worst sentences mankind has ever strung together.
Hey. Why isn’t the moon landing a national holiday in the US. Isn’t that fucked up? Does anyone else think that’s absurd?
Canada goose!! Honk!
[ID: an illustration of a Canada goose in the water. It’s head is up and facing to the left, and it’s wings are out in a flapping pose. End.]
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