I’ve thought about learning Spanish, but I realized that I already know how to say the two sentences most relevant to my experience:

"Donde esta la biblioteca?"

"Yo soy una bruja."

When someone uses “fail” as a noun or talks about “the feels”, all I hear is “I’m a ridiculous person. Please disregard my opinion on all matters.”

thingsamylikes:

gameraboy:

"A Sticky Situation" (1960) by Carl Barks

Daisy tells it like it is.

The Good Duck Artist does it again.

(via themarysue)

policymic:

Monica was arrested for “walking while trans” — and now her supporters are fighting back

In the Grand Canyon state, “walking while trans” may very well be a criminal act.
That was the message sent last Friday by the Phoenix judge who convicted transwoman Monica Jones of “manifesting prostitution” following her arrest by undercover police officers in May of 2013.
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policymic:

Monica was arrested for “walking while trans” — and now her supporters are fighting back

In the Grand Canyon state, “walking while trans” may very well be a criminal act.

That was the message sent last Friday by the Phoenix judge who convicted transwoman Monica Jones of “manifesting prostitution” following her arrest by undercover police officers in May of 2013.

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My self-harm has been getting worse lately.

A little background about my sister: she was the first person I came out to, and she pretty much completely emotionally abandoned me after I did so. I’ve spoken to her maybe three times in as many years, and as of our last conversation in November (I picked up the phone expecting a bill collector), she still refused to call me by the right name.

Apparently that changed after my suicide attempt in January, but she still hasn’t contacted me since. A few days ago I asked my aunt to deliver her a message saying that if she doesn’t contact me by the end of the month, she shouldn’t bother contacting me at all. I’m so sick of waiting and expecting her to come around and be there for me and being heartbroken when that doesn’t happen.

I don’t think she recognizes how much she’s hurt me or even that she’s done anything wrong. Frankly, I’m not even sure that I want her in my life at this point, but I feel like I owe it to my dad and my aunt to at least give her one last chance.

My aunt told me she would deliver the message for me, and contacted me a couple of days later saying my sister planned to contact me “after Easter.” Today my aunt told me that she didn’t actually deliver my message and instead just asked my sister when she planned to get in touch with me. I told my aunt that I’m sticking by what I said no matter what, and if “after Easter” turns out to be three months after Easter (which is not unlikely considering my sister), then I’m not even going to speak with her.

Later, while I was taking a shower I started thinking about how my sister’s treated me and I started crying hard. Did you know you can cry so hard that involuntarily start screaming? I learned that a couple years ago when I found myself doing it several times a week, sometimes for half an hour at a stretch. I don’t do it much anymore. The last time I did it was the night I tried to kill myself. All things considered, it wasn’t one of my worse jags, but in the shower, I found myself slipping into it. 

So back to the self-harm. I dig my nails into myself nigh-constantly, not hard, just hard enough to feel it. Sometimes, I bite myself too, but again not hard. When I get serious though, I burn myself.

Usually what I’ll do is hold a lighter under my arm so that the flame isn’t touching but I can feel the superheated air just above it. I try not to leave any scars.

I’ve been using incense that last month or so as a cheap alternative to scented candles. Now instead of a lighter, I hold the tip of incense against my arm, usually so it’s not quite touching, but sometime I press it in until the incense goes out. A have a few little craters running up my right arm right now from those incidents.

I know how to objectively monitor my anxiety and right now it’s getting dangerously high, not into suicide territory just yet, but close enough to be worried.

I contacted that dude I know on Facebook to see if he knew of anywhere I could get some pot, but he couldn’t help me. I still haven’t heard back from my friend.

There’s a support group tomorrow that I don’t really want to go to because I’ll have to walk 45 minutes uphill to reach it, but I’m hoping someone there might be able to hook me up with a connection. It’s a bit of a longshot but I’m getting really desperate.

Between my sister, having to change therapists again (I don’t like my new one at all), losing my health insurance and having my SSI hearing pushed back to July at the earliest, I’m not sure how much more I can take.

misandry-mermaid:

fozmeadows:

nothingman:

via http://www.listen-tome.com/save-me/

IT’S 2AM AND I’M LAUGHING WAY TOO LOUD HELP

WHOEVER MADE THIS PLEASE ACCEPT MY HAND IN MARRIAGE

misandry-mermaid:

fozmeadows:

nothingman:

via http://www.listen-tome.com/save-me/

IT’S 2AM AND I’M LAUGHING WAY TOO LOUD HELP

WHOEVER MADE THIS PLEASE ACCEPT MY HAND IN MARRIAGE

(via themarysue)

I detest the masculine point of view. I am bored by his heroism, virtue, and honour. I think the best these men can do is not talk about themselves anymore.

Virginia Woolf, The Pargiters: The Novel-Essay Portion of THE YEARS  (via fetchhappened)

this lady died in the 1800s and this shit is still true today, aka we need more female perspective and female-centered stories in the media that are not romance or romantic comedies, like that’s the only thing women do.

(via nearly-headless-horseman)

A nice quote, but Virginia Woolf died in 1941.

(via themarysue)

Writer, activist, born-in-flames trans feminist, and proud femme dyke.

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