Okay I've calmed down enough to maybe put this into words.
Fourteen's ending was so validating to me as an aroace person, specifically because they chose platonic love. Often, QPRs are treated as a last resort, a poor consolation prize for people who can't have romantic partnerships. But Donna has a husband, and while I firmly believe the Doctor is on the ace spectrum, the Newton conversation implies that Fourteen isn't aroace. Despite the fact that he could be in a romantic relationship, the Doctor chooses a platonic partnership. And Donna gets to have both! What's more, her husband and her best friend get along, they aren't jealous or competing for her attention. It's so rare for media to treat platonic relationships as equally valuable and desirable as romantic/sexual ones, and it gave me so much hope for my future.
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Important tip for trans men/transmascs/whoever needs the reminder: Even if you pass as a man to cis people, you still need to have either some form of self-protection on you (e.g., mace, knives (if you can use them effectively), ect.) or know some form of self-defense. Please take it from me, you don't know what will happen out there at any given time.
You might assume that if you pass as a cis man to cis people, you will be safe from any harm. While I wish that were true, it simply isn't the world most of us live in. Please do whatever you can to protect yourself out there.
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In case anyone outside of Russia wants to know how surreal is living here right now
A convicted rapist (up to 6 years in prison if it's without aggravating circumstances (if I'm not mistaken)) can go to war as a volunteer and then get pardoned by the President.
Soon LGBTQ+ activists can get up to 12 years in prison for supporting queer people, even if activist in question is cis het.
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I am devastated to learn that working out might not reduce my breast size. I was searching for ftm workout stuff. What is the point then. I even bought whey protein or something like that and my weights (4 lbs I think 2x) are about to be delivered.
Exercise kind of gives me euphoria but...I mean...
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Happy Transgender Visibility Day!!
In celebration of my fellow tbeings now being visible, here’s a list of every character in Soul Journey that is trans!
Ione / Meta Knight (Non-Binary)
Dark Meta Knight (Non-Binary)
Galacta (Bigender)
Mirror Galacta (Genderfluid)
Bandana Dee (Transmasculine)
Sailor Dee (Transfeminine)
Kirby (Transmasculine Agender)
Shadow Kirby (Transmasculine Agender)
Auberon (Transmasculine)
Blade Knight (Transmasculine)
Nightmare (Transmasculine) (yes he gets included here. He’s a trans K:SJ character, so he’s on the list.)
Inifya (Agender)
Mirror Inifya (Agender)
Aralor (Non-Binary)
Morpho Knight (Non-Binary)
Ophanim / Morpho EX (Xenogender)
Flamberge (Non-Binary)
Zan Pertizanne (Genderqueer)
Void (Agender)
Taranza (Non-Binary)
Artemis (Xenogender)
…And a few others, but I’m not really awake enough to remember all their names.
Anyway! Be trans! Be weird about it! Go crazy!
~Mod Bugthing, resident xenogender 🏳️⚧️
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Cowboys
A poem by chronicroderick
Rugged man,
Is that me?
Standing there on the screen.
Blood red horizon behind me.
Crows circling overhead.
I call my lover by any other name,
My friend.
My pal.
My buddy.
Are those words a betrayal to my kind?
Am I doing a disservice to my brethren?
Do I owe them... anything?
My love is mine after all,
Mine all mine.
It's more beautiful when it's painful,
That's what I tell myself,
As dysfunctional as it is..
I see the grotesque reflection of myself in a man who can't say what he means.
Unless it's in the quiet nights alone together
Whispering,
Trying to forget,
Pretending to not remember,
Until you look into my eyes and you see the dog you left behind,
Patiently awaiting your return,
Biting at the hand that feeds me.
At the hand that pets me.
At the hand that holds the leash.
But I am no dog,
So I wander the desert in the night.
I sleep in the arroyo in the day.
Railroad tracks cross me,
Lizards and coyotes too.
I am the sand in my own boots.
The sunburn on my own cheeks.
I'm the coveting of a secret twinkling of an eye.
A look.
A lingering palm.
That is my penance.
That is my love.
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