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little kids can be gay!! let little girls be lesbians, let little boys be gay, let kids be bi. if a straight kid knows enough about themself to be straight, then lgbt kids know enough to be lgbt. don’t tell them it’s a phase, or that they’re too young to know, or that they just like the same gender in a friend way. it’s not something that’s pg-13 or taboo. support them. let kids be gay.
and if they “change their mind” so fucking what? they’ll probably be better off knowing you supported them through their childhood anyway
just a thought but why do we gays always come out in the car like what is it about sitting in a car that makes us tell someone we’re gay
There’s a reason for this.
Psychologically, it’s easier to have difficult conversations while in a car, especially if the person you’re talking to is driving, because it removes the pressure of making and/or maintaining eye contact since the driver has to watch the road. Also, the existence of a finite end point to the ride - when you get to wherever you’re going - gives you an automatic easy out to end the conversation, making it easier to start it in the first place.
In fact, some parenting experts actually recommend starting hard conversations with your kids in the car for these exact reasons.
I’ve always thought of cars as a sort of emotional liminal space. There’s something about being in a confined vehicle in motion that makes you feel a bit removed from reality. Your feet are not touching the ground, you’re moving faster than you ever could out of a car, you’re occupied with a task that’s both demanding and automatic, and your brain and emotions get a bit unfettered.
Concept: Maybe “neurotypicals” who consistently reblog post about autism and other mental disorders and illnesses because they relate to them actually aren’t neurotypical, and just don’t know it.
Even the ones who say, “But everyone does this!” might only be saying it because they do it, and therefore think everyone does, when that’s not the reality.
Like, I remember someone who very obviously had OCD saying, “Everyone gets constant, upsetting intrusive thoughts, and does things to make them go away! It’s normal!” and everyone who responded to them were like, “Uh… No, it’s really not. You have a mental illness.”
I hate how everyone is so quick to assume anyone who relates to their posts without having every aspect of their mental state listed on their blog is obviously an evil, appropriating neurotypical. Maybe they are technically neurotypical, but have one or two traits associated with whatever form of neurodivergence. Maybe they’re neurodivergent and just don’t feel like listing it. Maybe they think they’re neurotypical, and are in the process of realising that they actually aren’t.
Please don’t be so quick to judge. This gatekeeping helps no one.
This is an extremely important point.
I know at least one trans person who didn’t realize they were trans until they were talking about how much they relate to trans things. Only, it was in the context of being dismissive of trans people. “Oh, sure, of course you prefer those pronouns. Everyone does.” But that wasn’t a cis person being dismissive of trans experiences; it was a trans person not understanding that they were trans.
Same thing with a lot of mental illness stuff.
Honestly, if you relate to an experience, you have the experience. Doesn’t matter whether you have it for the same reason someone else does.
On a similar note that I was thinking about recently: perhaps some neurodivergent people who are dismissed by their parents have neurodivergent parents who don’t know it. Like, if your mom says “everyone has that” when you tell her about your depression, there’s a decent chance that she’s not minimizing you, she just has depression herself and doesn’t realize it.
Bless you all
Also important to note that not everyone lists these things on their blog.
Ive had someone angrily come at me in messages because I was reblogging BPD posts when I “didn’t have BPD” but when I explained that I do, in fact, have Borderline Personality Disorder, they were apologetic but that doesn’t take back the distress their ask caused. Same thing with gender issues.
Please don’t assume that everyone on tumblr is willing to list their mental illnesses on their sidebar like a badge.
On the subject of dismissal by parents that is absolutely a true thing that I have experienced. My dad and I both have ADHD and we only both found out when I got diagnosed like a month ago. He’s always really supportive but I’ve had a lot of really painful conversations with him where he’d be telling me the whole “that’s normal everyone gets that” thing, and it was pretty much because he’d been living his whole life with ADHD and had no clue. People judge what’s normal based on their own experiences, and because everyone tries to manage and hide the things they’re struggling with, it’s easy to assume everyone is dealing with the same problems as you when they might not be.
fantasy book with witches and wizards and magical people but all magic has a price, like
main character, in awe and slightly terrified: what did you have to give up to be able to control storms with your mind?
powerful enchanter, fighting back tears as they pull down the hood of their cloak to reveal a knotted oily mess: my beautiful luscious hair….no matter how many times i wash or brush it, it always looks like this
main character: [horrified gasp]
fortune teller: and speak up when asking your question, these are my cards so they share my partially-deafness
other character, sympathetically: oh, had to trade good hearing for seeing the future?
fortune teller: no, asshole, i was born with it. i got seeing the future for trading in my ability to wink
there’s a legend in this fantasy land about a powerful enchanter who traded their ovaries for the power to create earthquakes. the grumpy semi-sentient force of nature who negotiates these magic deals had thought it was pretty great one, sure to make the recipient of the deal regret making it soon enough (after all, the point is having to suffer a bit in exchange for magic, because life sucks even in magical fantasy kingdoms)
however, soon afterwards, the Grumpy Semi-Sentient Force of Nature realized the enchanter had been ecstatic to be rid of periods and didn’t care about not having biological children. the GSSFN felt somewhat cheated by this and ever since has had a strict no-trading-internal-organs policy
“fucking humans messing with the system,” it was quoted as saying
actually, cheating the Grumpy Semi-Sentient Force of Nature out of the suffering it hopes to inflict with the magic deals is a time honored tradition in Magical Fantasy Kingdom, which is primarily made up of sassy little shits. most of the kingdom’s mythology is made up of trickster figures
there’s the legend of the smooth-talking thief who managed, by describing a certain talent of hers as “the ability to form small growths out of her skin and then reabsorb them” with enough quick confusing descriptions to trade the ability to get pimples for the power to become invisible
there’s the boy who brought the GSSFN a bucketful of cold, liquid silver in exchange for the power to cure a certain sickness, only for the GSSFN to realize once the sun had come up that the bucket contained only water reflecting moonlight
there’s the monarch who offered to trade in their power to destroy people with only their words for the seemingly much less valuable power to turn one grain of rice into two grains — only for the GSSFN to realize later it had gotten the ruler’s cutting sarcasm in payment for a power that could end a famine
every year the Grumpy Semi-Sentient Force of Nature gets visits from tens of jewish witches and wizards solemnly offering to give up eating all foods that come from pigs or eating meat at the same time as dairy in exchange for the powers they want
“DO YOU THINK YOU’RE FUCKING CLEVER” says the GSSFN, who has frankly had enough of this shit
Then there was the time someone traded the rights to their firstborn child for the ability to breathe both air and water (even salt water!). The GSSFN thought about this for a moment – did this go against the no-organs rule or not? – then agreed.
“Ha, sucker! You already got my ovaries, so good luck getting a kid out of me!”
“I KNEW YOU LOOKED FAMILI– wait. Wait. You got… earthquakes last time, right? I’m remember that right?”
“What the hell does that have to do with being able to breath underwater??”
“I HATE HUMANS.”
Thus, the no-trading-more-than-once rule was adopted and GSSFN started Marking those who traded.
I presume that there’s a subclause to that rule that states that one cannot acquire the ability to remove the Mark.
i really appreciate everyone lawyering the fuck out of this
There’s so much info about tucking and gaffs (less so) but to all new trans girls.. just get some cotton panties like boyshorts style and push it back gently.
Like you might have to do slightly (slightly) more for tighter clothes or different fabrics but like… ya don’t need to tape yourself every day… or ever… and gaffs are good but unless you’re wearing something tight n thin cotton boyshorts or some other strong underwear will do the trick.
Like all this info pretending like you need special gaffs, tape, to shove ur testes up into your inguinal canal, etc. is classist, physically harmful, and preventatively daunting information to be spreading without disclaimers like this.
Anyone want to write the poem that begins:
My name’s Valjean…
And ends with:
I steal the bred.
My name’s Valjean;
I know this nite
are gleeming brite)
my sister’s childe
might soon be ded.
I cannot wait –
I steal the bred.
My name’s Javert
I gard the law.
You rob’d a house
That’s wat I saw.
Fiv years wer owed
Until you fled
Nineteen all told -
You stole the bred!
He was my guessed
At Bishop’s haus
And early left
(silent as maus)
But slipped his mind
on leaving quik;
forgot the best –
so take these stix!
My name’s Fantine
The nite is cold
To save my childe
Myself I’ve sold
All of ten francs
Is wat they sed
What can I do? –
I shav my hed.
I am Valjean
And none shall herm
Yur yung Cosette:
I keep her warm.
So sleep, Fantine
And she’ll be ther
when yu awake.
Here comes Javert!
Our nam, monsieur?
For our gud dede
What will you pay?
5000 francs –
You get the gist –
And dear Colette
(:: elbows :: Cosette)
Will not be mist
my dear cosette
we now must Flee
and hide within
when time does come
breathe not a breth
to make escape
i fake my deth.
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