the scariest thing about old tv isnt really the racism or the sexisim because you kinda go in braced for that it's all the scenes where suddenly an actress is holding a lion cub or a chimpanzee is in the same room as a toddler, or suddenly theres a lion, or there's a chimpanzee again but it's driving a car, or holding a lighter, or holding fireworks. You just kind of watch in horror as over and over an actress performs with only 1960s tv film shootings best animal handling between her and the opening to Nope.
Not only is it okay for nonbinary people to have boobs and like their boobs. It’s also okay for nonbinary people to want boobs or to want bigger boobs. It’s okay for nonbinary people to dislike having a flat chest or to wish their boobs were bigger. It’s okay for nonbinary people to seek out medications and surgeries that will give them their desired silhouette. Nonbinary people who enjoy padding and wearing push up bras, should feel free to do so. Wanting boobs is fantastic and nonbinary people should feel free to celebrate boobs and to be excited for boobs. Wanting boobs is just as normal a thing for a nonbinary person to want as wanting a flat chest.
‘don’t you want your favourite character to be happy???’ no? i want my favourite character to be interesting. i want me to be happy. which sometimes involves my favourite character being in exquisite agony
psychoanalyzing the gender/identity dichotomy between ice skating and ice hockey and coming to the more objectively correct conclusion that ice hockey is rooted in motherly feminine behavior of protecting the nest and that ice skating is about masculine peacocking of one's own physical prowess in seeking a mate
also I know I've been reblogging but like. I love trans women + transfems you are my friends and sisters. you make our community stronger and more joyful and complete and you deserve better from everyone around u. safety and comfort and love and everything in the world to trans women everywhere. muah
whenever i'm trying to talk myself out of buying something i don't need i always hear my old russian professor's voice echoing in my head: "WHAT??? WILL YOU DIE THE RICHEST MAN IN THE GRAVEYARD?" and then i make an unwise financial decision