My dear lgbt+ kids,
Trans women are women.
This post doesn’t fix anything. It doesn’t roll back harmful laws, it doesn’t offer you legal protection. It’s understandable if you currently feel more bitter than encouraged when you see statements like that on social media. What can a silly little slogan do against this wave of hate and danger we are currently experiencing?
And yet, I think it’s more important than ever to post those silly little slogans. Here’s some reasons why:
Silence can look like agreement. Transphobes and fascists love to paint the picture that the „silent majority“ agrees with them, that they’re just saying out loud what everyone else is thinking. The „silly little slogans“ provide an accessible way to disprove that. They don’t fix everything but they offer an easy way to break that silence and show that transphobia actually isn’t as common or fashionable as fascists would like people to believe.
Complying in advance is never a good idea. If you give up on posting stuff like this because it feels like the transphobes are winning anyway, well, then you’re giving them exactly what they want. You’re basically agreeing that they already won. Quiet surrender is awfully convenient to fascists. Don’t give them that power.
Social media posts are also seen by trans people. Even if you feel like you’re not gonna change anyone’s mind: you can at least let trans people know you care. We need little rays of hope now more than ever, and social media posts definitely can be a way to make each other feel a little less alone. In fact, I think repeating a slogan can actually be ideal for that because they’re so easily recognizable. There’s comfort in that clarity. It takes off some of the mental load of trying to figure out if you’re a safe person or not. And that’s valuable in exhausting times like these.
So no, this post doesn’t fix anything. But it doesn’t have to. It just has to be one small, firm act of resistance. A reminder that not everyone has given up. A reminder that trans people are real, loved and deserving of protection.
Trans women are women. Let’s say it again and again. Lets say it out loud. Lets say it until the hate feels small in comparison.
With all my love,
Your Tumblr Dad
We love a shaggy, emaciated looking blonde
W. T. (teeth eater)
Vince about Nikki: Will you just watch him for a second? Nikki, clearly high, taking Mick's hand: Mick, awkwardly: How are you doing? Nikki: I threw up. Mick: Alright.
willoughby tucker and ethel cain ♡
i think one of the biggest misconceptions about the story narrated in preacher’s daughter is that isaiah cannibalizes ethel as an act of love.
there is nothing romantic about it. isaiah is sadistic and manipulative, and ethel falls right into his trap. the warm and idyllic love describe in “thoroughfare” is nothing but ethel’s romanticization of her own abduction.
isaiah knows how to play this game very well. he’s practiced. he knows exactly what he is he doing and he picks ethel because she is vulnerable, alone and needs a place to stay, someone to trust. and in fact, she does trust him.
ethel feels bliss in this reality he offers her because it’s been so long since she last felt a sentiment even remotely similar to love. he tells her to be happy and grateful, so she is. (“I'm happier here 'cause he told me I should be”)
he has done this plenty of times. hayden basically confirms it in the demo of “strangers”, when she says “when you chewed me up and shit me out like every bitch you’re done with”. his plan was always to kill ethel. he drugged her and pimped her and when she was starting to become hard to handle, he killed her and ate her.
there was nothing loving about isaiah eating ethel.
he ate her because he was hungry.
┃preacher’s daughter - ethel cain
stranger things + incorrect quotes (3/?)
"Dude," Steve says, pressing on his eyes because he feels like he's about to cry. "What the fuck."
"What?" Dustin squeaks, alarmed. "What? Steve, you're freaking me out!"
"Good!" Because Steve just worked eighteen hours and it's past midnight and he got thrown up on twice and there was a bed pan incident and even though he showered at the hospital he probably smells awful and it rained and he lost his keys so he had to take the bus and he's sweaty and tired and wet and cold and Dustin's DnD friend is hot. "I can't believe you'd do this to me!" Okay, maybe Steve's feeling a little delirious.
"Do what??" Dustin is full on shrieking right now. His hot friend is standing in their apartment looking more and more worried and hot.
"You didn't tell me he was hot!"
The expressions that go across Dustin's face is impressive, before they stop and he settles on a flat glare. "Seriously??"
Hot guy is now blushing and Steve will collapse if he doesn't keep with the righteous fury.
"I've been TRYING to get you two to meet for months now!"
"You didn't tell me he was hot, though! Dustin!!"
"I don't know what guys are hot, Steve!" Dustin says indignantly. "I thought you didn't like nerds!"
"Dustin!"
"Um," says hot guy. He looks like he's panicking.
Dustin's face changes again. "Oh, no. Oh, no, you're right."
"All this time!" Steve says and he really is close to tears. "You've been nagging on me all this time to find my soulmate, and you had the perfect guy right here?? You had him in my home??? Dustin!"
"Whoa," whispers hot guy.
"I'm sorry," Dustin wails now, just as distraught. "You love nerds, all your favorite people are nerds, I don't know what I was thinking, oh my god!" He whirls on hot guy. "Eddie, give Steve your number right now!"
"Okay," says hot guy Eddie, immediately. His face is super red and his eyes are wide, and he looks scared out of his mind as he fumbles his pocket for his phone. "Yeah-Yep-Absolutely. This is a thing that's happening."
Steve, tears burning in his eyes, watches as Dustin punches his number into Eddie's phone. "Okay," he says a little nasally, wiping quickly at his face. "Okay, I'm going to shower and then sleep for two days, and then pretend like this never happened so I can look hot guy in the eye when he asks me on a date. Sound good?"
"Sounds great!" Dustin says, all cheery now. Behind him, still looking vaguely scared for his life, hot guy gives him a shaky thumbs up.
I did my best to try and find the rest of this interview, and I did find some information, but not the whole thing.
This interview was conducted by Lonn M. Friend, RIP Magazine's Editor In Chief, supposedly in August of 1991 when Crue was in England for Monsters of Rock. I found this out by sourcing the origin of the photo you posted, which was by this fan blog online. (While the name is correct due to cross referencing, I'm not entirely sure about the dates. It's an unreliable source.)
I tried to go through RIP Magazine's website to see if they have a historical catalog of their old releases like Creem or Rock Scene does, but all they have on their page is merch. You can find that here.
I'd likely have to locate a copy for sale on something like Ebay.
Which I did.
It's the February 1992 release featuring Skid Row, Nirvana, Metallica, Crue and more. You can see the title "Mick Mars: The Most Popular Unpopular Guy In Rock." on the index page, on the third row on the third page photographed in the listing.
You can find that Ebay listing here. It's $21.99 + shipping.
Found this the other day, unfortunately i don’t have the rest of this interview (which i so desperately want!!), but take what i have as consolation!
just a couple of observations, i like how the interviewer was like “micks such a chill guy, so nonviolent and just cool,” and then it cuts to mick threatening to beat up a frisbee player. plus, micks hotel room being the cleanest out of all of theirs just makes sense to me. like that’s so on brand for him!
oh! and… stinky trousers?? what’s that supposed to mean?? (also peep mick once again trashing rehabs just like he did in the book. if i can guess what else he was going to say, after it cuts off ofc, he was probably gonna get a hit in at therapists as well! he’s so averse to the whole rehab and therapy thing.) finally, bonus points for mick casually over exaggerating how his body looked in the mid-eighties.