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genderdoomed · 2 years

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A-spec Gem Emojis

Asexual | Aromantic

Aroace | Abrosexual

#genderdoomed #queer #emojis #pride emojis #asexual #ace #aromantic #aro #aroace #abrosexual #abro #gem #jewel #diamond #crystal

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sunshinies · 8 months

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🌪️ GENDERDOOMED / DOOMFATED : a gender related to having a future that is doomed, such as being fated to be doomed, fated in a doomed way, “doomed by the narrative” etc.

💔 ——— coined by Light! part of @adventurerscoins’s genderfate gender system.

[PT: Genderdoomed/doomfated, a gender related to having a future that is doomed, such as being fated to be doomed, fated in a doomed way, “doomed by the narrative” etc.]

#sunspots #liom #mogai #actuallymogai #actually mogai #xenogender #xenogender coining #gender coining #lgbt #lgbtqia #genderfate #doomfated #doom #purple #dark #doomed by the narrative

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thatliminal-wanderer · 1 month

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“Black Rainbows” by Miracle Musical ID Pack

Requested by Anon

Names

Alba, Amarantha, Amaris, Amaya, Amias, Amitola, Amy, Anjum, Annabelle, Anuenue, Apollo, Archer, Aruna, Asteria, Aurora, Ayla, Badriyah, Basma, Basmah, Belinda, Blackwell, Bogdan, Briar, Brone, Celena, Celeste, Cerys, Chandra, Chandra, Chaos, Crimson, Dade, David, Delores, Dolores, Eros, Esme, Esmeray, Estella, Evelyn, Gray/Grey, Guinevere, Hala, Hannie, Hina, Ibtisam, Iridiana, Iris, Jabari, Jabez, Jocasta, Jonathan, Layla, Lennon, Leo, Lolita, Luan, Luna, Lyra, Mabel, Mahogany, Malachi, Manzat, Mara, Midnight, Mona, Muskaan, Nekane, Nesta, Niji, Nikini, Noelani, Noir, Nova, Nyx, Obsidian, Orion, Ozul, Perdita, Phoebe, Rainbeau, Ricmod, Rue, Salem, Seren, Serena, Shadow, Simon, Starla, Stella, Theodore, Tristezza, Tristian, Uenuku, Umbra, Vesper, Vespera, Vidhuhas, Whisper, Zorion

Pronouns

ae/aem/aers, amor/amors, astro/astros, beach/beaches, black/blacks, blue/blues, blush/blushes, char/charcoal/charcoals, clear/clears, color/colors, dark/darks, deep/deeps, draw/draws, eros/eros, gloom/glooms, gray/grays, green/greens, hue/hues, indigo/indigos, ink/inks, joy/joys, letter/letters, light/lights, lost/losts, lunar/lunars, luv/luvs, maroon/maroons, mid/midnight/midnights, moon/moon, navy/navys, night/nights, orange/oranges, other/others, purple/purples, rain/bow/rainbows, ray/rays, red/reds, sand/sands, sha/shadow/shadows, shade/shades, sorrow/sorrows, star/stars, stella/stellas, tree/trees, yellow/yellows, ⭐️/⭐️s, 🌅/🌅s, 🌈/🌈s, 🌌/🌌s, 🌙/🌙s, 🌠/🌠s, 🌴/🌴s, 🎼/🎼s, 🏝️/🏝️s, 👥/👥s, 🖌️/🖌️s, 🖤/🖤s, 🦋/🦋s, 🩶/🩶s

Titles

The Black Rainbow, The One Colored In Black, The One Who Draws The Rainbows, The One of Dimly Lit Colors, The Rainbow of Dark Hues, The Song of Sorrowful Love, The Stella Octangula, [prn] Who Paints With Darkness, [prn] Who Saw You Smile

Genders

Acilnerae, Blackrainbic, Blacksandgender, Dizzlovesickic, Fogibeachnightic, Galaxyfate, Genderdoomed, Ghostenamoric, Gloomyrainbowgender, Hawaii:partIIalbumic, Limitifuzreatic, Lovesickthing, Moonbowin, Novaity, Pastrasea, Pazazsuan, Phosmoceanlianl, Plageneigegender/Plagetempêtegender, Rainobsidicrysic, Starryseagender, Stellstallum, Thalassyrean, Tidepullene, Umbrainbowgender, Vitalssence/Sinnisous

Other mogai

Alderainbow, Alderblacksand, Alderbleedic, Alderstarpil, Assigned Star at Birth/AStrAB /Assigned Starling at Birth/AStgAB /Assigned Starlight at Birth/AStlAB, Darkwarmgreyvesil, Detherealaestelic, Grey Omninoun, Pink Omninoun, Rainbowvior/Rainbowalius/Rainbowperspesque, Red Omninoun, Star Omninoun, Starperspesque, Void Omninoun, 🌈 Omninoun

#id pack #npt suggestions #name suggestions #name list #name ideas #npt #title ideas #title suggestions #pronoun suggestions #pronoun list #gender list #gender suggestions #mogai list #mogai suggestions #mogai blog #mogai #black rainbows #miracle musical #hawaii part ii

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queen-of-bad-opsec · 2 months

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genderdoomed by the gendernarrative

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7r0773r · 1 year

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Now Do You Know Where You Are by Dana Levin

A WALK IN THE PARK

To be born again, you need an incarnation specialist—a team from the Bureau of Needles to thread you through— Your next life turns on an axle of light—which Plato likens to a turning spindle—what was that? I mean I knew

what a spindle was from fairy tales—how it could draw blood from a testing finger, put a kingdom to sleep— but what did it actually do, how did a spindle look in real life? I didn't know. As with so many things: there was fact and there was

a believed-in dream . . .

Everyone had them back in the ancient day, spindles. When we had to weave our living-shrouds by hand. "A slender rounded rod with tapered ends," Google said. Plato's, so heavy with thread, when viewed from the side, looked like a top— though most diagrams assumed

the hawk-lord view . . .

Moon thread, threads of the planets, earth thread. Your thread. Everyone else's. Nested one inside the other, a roulette machine— If a thread could be spun from liquid light was what I kept thinking— imagining a sluice of electric souls between the earth-wheel's rims— there "I”

was a piece of water, Necessity wheeled it around—Necessity, who was married to Time, according to the Greeks— Mother of the Fates. Who would measure and cut your

paradise/shithole extra life . . .

Well we all have ways of thinking about why, metaphysically speaking, anyone's born— though the answer's always Life's I AM THAT I AM

—how it hurls and breaks! on Death's No there there . . .

—which sounded kind of Buddhist. According to the teachings we were all each other's dream . . .

And soon able to vanish— out of the real without having to die, whoever's got the cash—to pay the brainier ones to perfect a Heaven upload—to cut the flesh-tether and merge

with the Cloud . . .

Well we all have ways of constructing Paradise. To walk alone deep in thought in a city park was mine for several minutes, thinking about spindles. Before the vigilance of my genderdoom

kicked in—

And there it was, the fact of my body— all the nerves in my scalp and the back of my neck, alive— How it moved through space, how close it had strayed toward concealing trees, my female body— Jewish body—inside my White body—dreaming it was bodiless

and free . . .

to decide: how and when and if to fill the body's hungers— how and when and if to walk in thought through the wilderness . . .

before Death comes with its Fascist hat.

Its Park Murder Misogyny hat.

Its Year Ten in a Nursing Home stink hat—

However spun my thread.

Anyway, it's peaceful here in the park, at midday, if a little deserted. I've moved to the path that winds closer to the street. Thinking again, as I always do, about body and soul. How they infuse each other. How they hate each other. How most people pledge allegiance to one or the other. How painful it was! To be such a split

creature—

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ABOUT STAIRCASES

1 To be human is to reflect upon your position in space: on a roof it's called Seeking, in a basement Paranoia—especially with a telescope. On the leather couch, behind the blue door, in a row of doors down a long, white hallway, windows chicken-wired glass: thirty years ago I told Dr. C., I feel like I'm being haunted by my four-year-old self, I feel like I'm being haunted—inside my body. Jury-rigged staircases, one atop the other, in my psych-room construct inside-body: on the roof it's called Save Me, in the basement Don't Kill Me—up and down, the ghost-child raged. Thinking then, Inconsolable Escher—you never wanted to climb the fucking stairs, ever.

2 To be human is to try to change your position in space: hide-and-seek, king-of-the-mountain, all the drugs I did to stay awake inside dreams—Elevators, the philosopher wrote, do away with the heroism of climbing; no longer is there virtue in living up near the sky. In mythology class, we dis- cuss ambition: the falling boy, his melted wings—late night dorm room pot-cloud question: how many human means of ascension? D. lost interest, took up his guitar— money, beauty, talent, force.

3 Can change be achieved by contesting your position in space? The brave ones try it: climbing into trees marked for clear- cut, refusing to move to the back of the bus. What we expe- rience as conflict, the mythographer wrote, the Great Mother perceives as parts rearranging—but is harmony possible in a kingdom of ladders, where there's always a foot coming down on a neck? A poet asks: What would be a horizontal notion of progress? (wider and wider rings of kindness—)

4 In a movie, a man repents murder by climbing to the top of Amazonian falls, lugging in a net his suit of armor. And when one of the priests, after hours of watching him slog through mud, lifts a machete and hacks the ropes—well it feels so true: how our liberated man tries to dive for the armor. But I'm thinking now about letting it go. About Georges Guétary in An American in Paris, singing "I'll Build a Stairway to Paradise." In top hat and tails. On stairs that light up when pressed by a toe. He climbs between dancers descending in rivers, dancers who swan, diaphanous, down—once, a war was over and the stairs were lit: such going up and down with flourish—

#dana levin #book quotes

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good-morning-czernobog · 3 years

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I'm Kalvin! (No relation to the other guy) I'm a bi-gay genderfaun trans dude and I'm also audhd!

@genderdoomed is my moodboard blog (dormant rn but my asks are always open)

@czernos-art is my art blog

Kal's Cool Tools is my carrd full of cool websites!

My Pronouns Page lists more labels i use!

This is a personal account so it's just whatever I feel like posting. So you'll find dirty jokes but no strictly 'after dark' content

Interests: Sonic the Hedgehog, Pokemon, Elder Scrolls, Doom, Kid Icarus, Sam & Max, Homestuck, video game history, amusement park history, paranormal stuff, My Little Pony, Bluey, Sailor Moon, PreCure, Gunfire Reborn, Amazing Digital Circus

No radfems or right wingers of any variety

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genderdoomed · 1 year

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