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makiruz · 1 year
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The only self-made millionaire is David Xanatos, who got the money to start his business by traveling back in time to the 10th Century and setting up a then regular coin to be delivered to his younger self in 1975 when the coin is an antique so his younger self could sell it.
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sizzlingsoulfury · 6 months
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🥰😜
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calwhathaveyoudone · 1 month
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Boymoding,,,
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shermangiftbasket · 1 year
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happy super late tdov, protect trans kids and tell a terf off 🕺🏽
t-shirt is from these lovely ppl: https://weareselfmadeca.bigcartel.com/
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wonderlandsakura · 5 months
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Some times I stumble across something that makes the phrase 'Self Made Man' run through my mind and I'm reminded once again of Franky, and it's sad, but it's strong too.
He built himself, put himself together, you can't forget that. He did it for love, for survival, and he looks on the outside the way he wants to be on the inside, and that's good.
But in building yourself, breaking yourself down to put all the little shards back into a self that is you, you loose so much of the self that was you.
It's made of the same things, maybe with more additions and replacements, but fundamentally the same brain, heart, soul, but is it you?
You've changed so much and you'll continue to change yourself to meet your ideal, and it's good, and it's worth it, it has to be, but still you loose so much of the before.
A Self Made Man.
Someone who has clawed their way to their true self, tore their old bodies apart more than once to fit it together right, and will no doubt tear it apart and build it up again when they outgrow it.
Someone who has left their past behind, abandoned it, cannibalized it, tore it apart for scrap and kept only the good pieces.
How much of the you from the beginning is left?
Was it worth it?
Will you even stop to wonder?
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being-him · 5 months
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7 years on hrt
3 years ed recovery
I’m just some guy
I’ve never been better
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never. ever give up
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thatbaldartist · 2 years
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Hey guys! I really wanted to do a piece featuring my favorite animated dad, Ansel! Once again, reiterating that he is, and will always be, a trans-man in my eyes.
HEY! If you like my stuff, please like, reblog, and maybe even consider following! Thanks!
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pratchettquotes · 2 years
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"Er, gentlemen," said Mr. Bucket. "Ahem. All right. Cards on the table, eh? I'm a simple man, me. No beating about the bush, speak as you find, call a spade a spade--"
"Do give us your forthright views," said Salzella. Definitely that kind of owner, he thought. Self-made man proud of his handiwork. Confuses bluffness and honesty with merely being rude. I wouldn't mind betting a dollar that he thinks he can tell a man's character by testing the firmness of his handshake and looking deeply into his eyes.
Terry Pratchett, Maskerade
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opossumbyknight · 2 years
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trans pride stickers now available in my etsy shop
OR you can DM me here on tumblr to buy one directly thru me without etsy
3″ vinyl stickers, waterproof and durable. $5 USD, all profits will go towards my top surgery
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books-in-media · 1 year
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Emma Watson, (Goodreads Account)
—Self-Made Man: One Woman's Journey Into Manhood and Back Again, Norah Vincent (2006)
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My 2023 TBR (3/12)
Because I mentioned it in an earlier post, my copy of Scanty Particulars which is about Dr. James Barry who was a Victorian trans man and a doctor for the Royal British Navy. Barry was Irish and was famous for performing one of the earliest successful C-sections where the mother and child both survived the birth. 
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Here’s our man. He’s from the mid to late 19th century so he actually had pictures taken of him. :)
These books are just a few proofs that trans and lesbian/bisexual women’s history are linked pretty deeply. I read Female Husbands: A Trans History by Dr. Jen Manion earlier this year and there is a huge catalog of evidence of AFAB people living as men for many different reasons (better employment opportunities, freedom, and being able to marry a woman were usually the top three reasons cited). It’s a historic category since we can’t ask any of these people what they would be today and we have more words and specific categories for sex and gender. Some female husbands would be butch lesbians, some would be trans men, some would be bisexual women and some would be nonbinary people today. I’m in no way saying any of those identities are the same- it’s just that ‘female husband’ is a very broad category which can cover a few different modern terms used for different sexualities and gender identities that are in use today. 
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wolfinmyribcage · 1 year
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"us" you are a woman
Lol
Lmao
Eat shit terf. I am what I say I am.
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VO: “... she continued her emotional descent, and a week later, checked into a hospital with severe depression. Identity, she concluded, was not something to play around with.”
Norah: “When you mess around with that, you really mess around with something that you need, that helps you function. And I found out that gender lives in your brain, and it’s something much more than costume. And I really learned that the hard way.”
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Norah: “Men are suffering. They have different problems than women have, but they don’t have it better. They need our sympathy, they need our love, and they need each other more than anything else. They need to be together.”
Interviewer: “Do you think women understand what it’s like to be a man?”
Norah: “Not at all. No clue. No idea.”
Messing around in gender ideology will come back to bite you. You can’t just “identify as” without consequences. Who you are is not a set of labels you can just try on and take off like trying on clothes to create an outfit.
I could use the term “crack-up” to characterize what happened next, but it doesn’t really describe what it felt like. “Nervous breakdown” is another handy term of art, but it too does little more than brand the experience as some filmable catastrophe that makes for good TV. The reality was not nearly so dramatic. There was no earthquake. The floor of my house didn’t open and swallow the furniture.
It was all very quiet, as if I had gone out one day to do errands and come home to a summer house where all the chairs and tables had been covered with sheets.
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The deeper cause was in Ned, inherent to him, and had been there from the start. First of all, Ned was an impostor and impostors who aren’t sociopaths eventually implode. Assuming another identity is no simple affair, even when it doesn’t involve a sex change. It takes constant effort, vigilance and energy. A lot of energy. It’s exhausting at the best of times. You are always afraid that someone knows you are not who you say you are, or will know immediately if you make even the slightest false step. You are outside yourself in two senses. First because you are always watching yourself from beside or above, trying to get the performance right and see the pitfalls coming, but also because you are always trying to inhabit the persona of someone who doesn’t exist, even on paper. You don’t have the benefit of a script or character treatment that can tell you how this person thinks, or what his childhood was like, or what he likes to do. He has no history and no substance, and being him is like being an adult thrown back into the worst of someone else’s awkward adolescence.
But there was more to it than that. Ned was also a man, albeit a Potemkin man, all facade and no substance, but I was still very much a woman peering through his windows, and the cognitive dissonance this set up was simply untenable in the long term, like holding two mutually exclusive ideas in my mind while trying to juggle and ride a bicycle at the same time.
Being him was a bit like being a zebra who is trying to pass himself off as a giraffe. Trying to be a man when you are a woman is not just being a horse of a different color, or a person who has traded in her old trappings for new ones: new clothes, new makeup and new hair. Through Ned I learned the hard way that my gender has roots in my brain, possibly biochemical ones, living very close to the core of my self-image. Inseparably close. Far, far closer than my race or class or religion or nationality, so close in fact as to be incomparable with these categories, though it is so often grouped with them in theory.When I plucked out, one by one, my set of gendered characteristics, and slotted in Ned’s, unknowingly I drove the slim end of a wedge into my sense of self, and as I lived as Ned, growing into his life and conjured place in the world, a fault line opened in my mind, precipitating small and then increasingly larger seismic events in my subconscious until the stratum finally gave.
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Ned had built up in my system over time. This allowed me to convey him more convincingly as the project went on, but it was also what made me buckle eventually under his weight. It was to be expected. As one rare (rare because insightful) psychiatrist would later put it to me when I declared that my breakdown would surely impeach me as a narrator, and hence impugn the whole project: “On the contrary, having done what you did, I would have thought you were crazy if you hadn’t had a breakdown.”
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In the end, the biggest surprise in Ned was how powerfully psychological he turned out to be. The key to his success was not in his clothing or his beard or anything else physical that I did to make him seem real. It was in my mental projection of him, a projection that became over time undetectable even to me. People didn’t see him with their eyes. They saw him in their mind’s eye. They saw what I wanted them to see, at least at first, while I still had control over the image. Then later they saw what they expected to see and what I had become without knowing it: the mind-set of Ned.
I know this to be true because in several situations late in the bowling season, for example, or late in my stay at the monastery, I stopped wearing my beard, my glasses, and even at times my binding, yet no one questioned my disguise. No one stopped seeing Ned. They were just as surprised as everyone else when I finally told them the truth. 
Even in the thick of the project when I went out into the world as myself, during the off periods when I was writing or taking a break from full-time Ned, people almost invariably mistook me for a man even when I was wearing a tight white T-shirt without a bra. Yet after I had finished the project, detoxed from Ned for several months and reclaimed my mental femininity, people everywhere addressed me as “ma’am” even in the dead of winter when I was wearing a black watch cap and a man’s navy peacoat.Knowing as I do now that my gendered state of mind could have such a powerful effect on other people’s perceptions of me, it is no wonder that that state of mind warped my own perceptions as strongly as it did.
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As Ned wore on I found it increasingly difficult and then impossible to keep my male and female personae intact simultaneously. I have said already that it was like trying to sustain two mutually exclusive ideas in my mind at the same time, and that this cognitive dissonance essentially shut down my brain. To bring myself back from that blackout I had to learn to be my gendered self again and to exclude or even unlearn Ned. I could not live in both worlds at once, so I chose the side to which habit and upbringing have accustomed me, and to which my brain in all likelihood predisposes me.
I say I “chose,” but I use this word in only a limited sense, because I am not sure how much meaningful choice we can exercise in these matters. I think I chose to be Ned somewhat the way a gay person can choose to get married. I put on the trappings, adopted the behaviors and even hypnotized myself into the mentality. But by going through the motions of manhood I did not substantively change my bedrock gender identity any more than one can change one’s sexual preference by adopting a heterosexual lifestyle. Rather than choosing to become a woman again, it is probably truer to say that I reverted to form. I stopped faking it. I came back to myself, and in doing so I forfeited, as I had to, my insider status in the other camp.
-- Norah Vincent, “Self-Made Man” (2006)
This breakdown resulted in her subsequent book, “Voluntary Madness.”
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eastgaysian · 8 months
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talaricula · 5 months
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Things I've seen tumblr memeing about James Somerton doing à la "How did no one see how bigoted he was!" as if those things haven't been a significant part of tumblr culture for over a decade :
Presenting untrue and bordering on conspiratorial versions of (queer or otherwise marginalised) history without any sources
Completely disregarding and disrespecting any expertise on socio-cultural topics/humanities and distrusting academics and historians (incl. acting as if no academics or historians could be queer or marginalised)
Downplaying the role misogyny played in the historical oppression of queer women and concluding that queer men must have been more oppressed than queer women
Bi women are, at best, not as queer as "real" queer ppl, and at worst, simply equivalent to straight women
Despite nominal trans inclusivity, transmasculine ppl are functionally women when convenient (combined with the above, bi transmascs are functionally straight women)
Despite nominal trans inclusivity (bis), shamelessly attacking, threatening and actively endangering any trans woman who questions them or smth they find important (often by unfairly presenting her as violent or as a threat)
Having absolutely fucking wild and reductive takes about ace ppl, the oppression they face and their place in the queer community
Stating that marriage equality is an assimilationist fight while completely ignoring its direct roots in the horrifying consequences of the AIDS crisis for partners of ppl who died of AIDS
Praising western media creators from the past for queer coding even under censure and in the same breath condemning current non western media creators for being homophobic bc their representation isn't explicit enough
Blaming China for all existing homophobic censoring in western media
Assuming all queer media would be better told by western creators and by western standards
Only out queer ppl get to tell queer stories
Heavily criticising almost all queer media created by women or ppl they see as such (see above points about trans ppl) or involving/starring a significant amount of women for any perceived or real amount of "problematicness", but fawning over and praising and negating criticism of queer media created by and starring mostly or even functionally exclusively men (even when it could be argued that, you know, not involving/seriously sidelining women is a pretty clear example of misogyny which should probably be considered "problematic")
And I'm probably forgetting stuff or there's stuff I have internalised myself and don't recognise as an issue
Like idk but I feel like the takeaway from Hbomberguy and Toddintheshadow's videos should maybe be "be aware of such patterns in your communities bc they definitely exist" and not "this guy is uniquely awful" and I feel like a lot of the discussion I've seen surrounding this has been severely failing at that. Most ppl who've spent any significant amount of time on tumblr prob either have internalised at least one of those thought patterns, have had to de-internalise them, or have had to be extremely vigilant to not internalise them (which is done by, you know, seeking out other sources, which also seemed like an important takeaway from the videos)
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whats-in-a-sentence · 3 months
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He kept a diary:
The only businessman at whose house we were often received and who gave dances in our honour is Mr Jones. He is one of the richest men in the colony and he has joined the aristocracy. They say he is a very decent man with great business ability. It is mainly through whale-catching that he has made his fortune which is entirely self-made, having come to the country as a simple clerk – he belongs to a lower class in society as does his wife, daughter of a fruit seller in London, whom he had educated before marrying her. She is still pretty, but with excessively affected manners, a trait which she shares with her sister-in-law Miss Jones who is also a beautiful woman.
"Killing for Country: A Family History" - David Marr
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