SPEAKING OF DOGMA I GAME MY FRIEND A CARDBOARD CUTOUT OF BUDDY JESUS FOR HER BIRTHDAY AND SHE GOES AROUND TAKING PICTURES WITH IT AND IT'S MY FAVORITE THING EVER AND YOU JUST MADE ME THINK ANOUT THAT SRY OK BYE THX
WHY ARE WE YELLING??? But yeah the movie is rocking my desktop right now.
People that think transgender people are crazy have no idea how mind-blowingly awful society is. If someone wants to wear a slightly different style of clothing, that’s TABOO!!! ACK!! If a person of the male persuasion wants to put some colored goop on his or her face, that’s so TABOO!!! AHHH!!! Run for the hills! Oh wait Ancient Egyptian men wore makeup. Yeah but…
I’m full on transgender, and I think I’m a bit of an extreme case as far as “gender variation” is concerned, but why are the gender roles so stupefyingly rigid? Why are people thrown into fits of rage when they even consider a man wearing a slightly different style of attire? Do you not think there might be a major malfunction in your society when this is the status quo? What is wrong with America and the world? Are transgender people aliens sent from some blessed, progressive future?
Again, most of being transgender is about wearing different clothes or maybe taking your shirt off in public etc. These are not earth-shattering concepts. Can we just fast-forward to the Enlightenment 2.0 please? Doesn’t dragging your knuckles on the ground start to hurt after a while?
I’m retreating to my basement, with my new dehumidifier. Maybe we can get a device that removes all of the choking ignorance from the air around here.
At least I can still laugh. And I have my cat. Two things that keep me going.
I miss my children but I’m not allowed to say it out loud because then I’ll get all emotional, but fuck that. I will see them soon. I will. Then I’ll get all emotional. But for now. I miss my children.
I have to admit. I spend so much time on the Internet, if I went to a trans pride rally, I’d be nervous. Wow. Well, it is what it is. I guess being like a one in a thousand minority tends to do that to you.
The past is the past. You people need to get over it. You were wrong. I was right. Deal with it. You got your money. Are you happy now? You robbed me of my children’s childhood. I haven’t seen my children’s faces in 14 months in person or in pictures. This is not a normal slight. This is an atrocity. You will have to live with that forever. This is reality. You let your bigotry and ignorance guide your actions instead of listening to reason and common sense. You might one day understand what you did wrong. As of right now, you don’t. That’s your problem. I’m surviving. You didn’t beat me. You made me stronger. You used the most petty and underhanded tricks you could find to fight me because you were scared of me. They pushed me back against the ropes. But I didn’t fall down. I am alive, and I have rights. I will fight to my last breath for my children. I tried so hard to compromise with you. You gave me nothing. You will lose. I will offer forgiveness as well. It’s your decision if you want to take it or not. The game is over.
America is a sad place. There is no room for variation here. People are desperately trying to be “normal” left and right. Even those people who appear to be individuals often are just trying to mimic some lesser social norm or subgroup. I don’t know why this is necessarily. I suppose it has something to do with industrialization or something. But it’s a terribly rigid and boring place. You are all fucking boring me to tears. And it’s not that I haven’t tried to find interesting things; I have. No one has the intelligence or education necessary to be remotely distinctive in a constructive manner. It’s not enough to just say “I’m acting differently.” One should be distinctive for logical reasons such as by utilizing inherent talents. America is a wasteland of beige homogeneity. All I can do is sleep. At least my dreams are more interesting than this dystopia.
I used to be fascinated with the character John from the novel Brave New World. He was an outsider that got to view that particular dystopia through foreign eyes. He saw the banality and artificiality of it all. Now I know why I idealized him so; I am he. Humanity deserves what it gets. You can’t run a world without education. Sending people through diploma mills is not true education. One must be autodidactic (a self learner).
Living life with maybe only a handful of peers among millions is quite miserable. I try and make friends, but they are not peers. They are riddled with fear. Fear is the true American drug. We profess to have “no fear” when in reality we wouldn’t know what to do without it. And what are we supposed to be afraid of? Death? I believe in reincarnation and a benevolent universe. How am I supposed to be afraid of death? Am I supposed to be frightened of a 3rd grade level bogeyman like The Devil? Ooooh I’m shaking!
Whatever. Keep marching in a circle. Don’t look behind the curtain. Don’t miss your regularly prescribed medication. If you get anxious, just turn up the volume on your flat screen TV a few notches. Don’t worry. It is all under control.
I think a few people are starting to wake up to what’s really going on, but I woke up a long time ago. This society forced me to wake up because it labeled me a faggot and a pervert and a weirdo. Fine, try and figure out what’s going on people. I’ll be over here waiting for you when you wise up.
Here are my clues: General fear is an awful drug and is not natural. There is an energetic, immaterial soul or spirit. Christianity might have started OK, but it’s been a fear factory for about 1500 years. Buddhism is pretty close, but Buddha was not a Buddhist. Intuition works. Life resets when you die.
Anybody else bored with life and sleeping all the time? Maybe I’m depressed. I don’t know. I don’t think I am. I just feel like I’ve experienced so much more than people around me. They seem like children.
People are dumb. Somehow we all are able to drive our guided missiles (cars) to our homes each day. How can you be that over the top ignorant and still manage to not get in a car accident? When I think about this, it makes me believe in some sort of sixth sense that guides us all and weaves us together.
What if you took a random sample of the people you drove past on a typical day, and then you had each of them do some sort of intelligence test. I know intelligence tests are biased, but they’d tell you something. I think you’d learn that basically this is your average driver on the road:
How do we do it? I have no clue. This is the principle I think applies here: In terms of survival, intelligence is very much overrated. People can survive without being “intelligent.” I know it’s rather scary to consider, but I think it’s true.
So what does this mean? What do you Twumbles think?
I get really worn down sometimes. I think I try and stay too positive sometimes. Today, I just want to scream at the sky! It’s just a depressing existence. I’ll get over it, but crap. It sucks sometimes.
When you’ve been sold out so many times, and then you sell someone else out, it’s really heartbreaking. Being human is tough. Forgiveness is all you can hope for in this situation. I assumed something about a friend of mine because I was scared and confused, and I sold them out to try and protect myself. But I was wrong. I need to double down on forgiving other people now.
Spectrum, spectrum, spectrum. The magical word that defines us gender variant people. A good 80% of the population just sees gender as Black and White, but us outliers have seen something a little bit different. We didn’t fit into the nice and neat categories that were carved out for us. The…
To be honest, I think in order to be fully exclusive you might need something less linear, along these lines:
Although, to be honest, I was expecting something more like:
Great. Now, we have to go back to the drawing board. Gender is complicated! Maybe we should leave it up to our own individual, snowflake like brains. Shhh… That’s crazy talk!
The majority of feminists are accepting of transpeople. But entrenched bigotry crops up even within the movement for women’s rights. Transphobia and other forms of discrimination alienate feminists from their natural allies in the fight for liberation. It is important to be aware of and speak out against these poisonous prejudices.»
I met some awesome, real feminists in LA when I lived down there. Read this article if you want a breath of fresh air from the cisgender feminist movement. This ain’t no Radfem. These are Radical Women!
I tagged this post #RadFem. Have I disturbed the hornet’s nest? Only time will tell!
Spectrum, spectrum, spectrum. The magical word that defines us gender variant people. A good 80% of the population just sees gender as Black and White, but us outliers have seen something a little bit different. We didn’t fit into the nice and neat categories that were carved out for us. The choices often come down to are you a square or a triangle? We only have square and triangle holes here. And we sadly reply: “But I’m a rhombus…” Well Rhombi or Rhombuses of the world, have no fear! Because today we have the brand new Gendometer 5000! Yes, it works with the male and female binaries that the cistem loves so much, but it lets you be all wibbly wobbly and move all over the spectrum from day to day! Are you Male to Female but you want to watch baseball? Well, just turn that dial a little to the blue side, and voila! Or for those Female to Male folks who sometimes long to use a little bit of makeup to cover up an imperfection, give the Gendometer 5000 a tweak to the pink side! Problem solved! No more confusion and worry about mixing baseball caps with skirts! No longer will you have to decide between wearing high heels and owning a big truck. You can have it all! The Gendometer 5000 is here for you!
We have variable payment plans. You can use cash yes, but you can also purchase a brand new Gendometer 5000 by just being whoever the fuck you want to be! We take Authenticity in Visa or Mastercard.
Be aware that returns are possible but highly discouraged. Side effects from using the Gendometer 5000 may include giddiness, pride, happiness, courage, strength, self-actualization, wisdom, and peace of mind. Sadly there is no User Manual for the Gendometer 5000. We are working on that for the 6000!
So Call Now! They’re going fast! Millions of people are realizing that rigid gender binaries are a thing of the past and freedom comes with the Gendometer 5000!
My Tumblr theme is so Dumblr sometimes. Gahh! Do I really have to code CSS to be an awesome blogger. This was not in the job description! Also, Tumblr is kind of retarded in its whole html editing thingie/doodad. But I ain’t going to Wordpress cause of the simplicity of Tumblr. Will Yahoo! fix this? Well, if a frog had wings it wouldn’t bump its ass, but one could only hope (saying I learned from a 70 year old heroin addict in rehab).
I think if you have to say this, then you really aren’t. Also, there is medication for this my friend. I’m sure Kim has health insurance, so she can hook you up. I used to live near her in Calabasas, CA, so I know some good docs in the area. :)
Why were the Beatles so incredibly popular and remain so to this day? Because they were so ridiculously happy and positive all the time. I love this spirit, and I want to harness it. I ain’t skerrred of nothin’ and I just want to be a big goofball and a have an awesome time in this life that I’ve been blessed with. Everybody, and I mean everybody, wants to smile. It’s my secret weapon for world domination. Smile smile smile! :)
I bet you just smiled a little bit huh? See! I control your thoughts and actions! Bwahhahaha
A transgender 6-year-old in Colorado has won a civil-rights case against her school district to use the girls’ bathroom, despite being born a boy. Coy Mathis, a first-grader at Eagleside Elementary School in Fountain, had been told she could not use the girls’ bathroom, causing her parents to file a civil-rights complaint in February. “Schools should not discriminate against their students, and we are thrilled that Coy can return to school and put this behind her,” said Coy’s mother, Kathryn Mathis.
The greatest gift that I can give people is my existence. To most people I’m kind of an impossibility. “How do you do that?!?!” What, like be openly transgender and happy even though things around you are kind of miserable? I don’t know really. But I figured it out, and I’m doing it. Maybe this sounds boastful, but I get this vibe from people all the time. I just want to be an example that you can put on the craziest costume you can think of thinking that people are going to laugh at you, and they won’t! They’ll actually think it’s kind of cool. So let’s all get our crazy costumes out of the closet and start having a party!
The problem with America is that we all can’t just talk to eachother. We’re all terrified, social phobics. OK, I’ll start. “Tex, meet Saturnia. He’s a rancher and she’s a web designer, but you both love cats.” See problem solved. Time to start mingling people!
Now that I have the Galaxy Note 2, whenever I see someone with an iphone I say in an Arnold Schwarzenegger voice in my head “your phone is so puny and stupid!” Then I post about it on Tumblr and Arnold and I high five.