I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name just by the way you describe your bedroom when you were 8.
See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?
See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. Tell me — knowing I often picture Gandhi at ten years old beating up little boys at school. If you were walking by a chemical plant, where smoke stacks were filling the sky with dark, black clouds, would you holler, “Poison! Poison! Poison!” really loud or would whisper, “That cloud looks like a fish, and that cloud looks like a fairy”? Do you believe that Mary was really a virgin? Do you believe that Moses really parted the sea? And if you don’t believe in miracles, tell me, how would you explain the miracle of my life to me?
See, I wanna know if you believe in any god, or if you believe in many gods. Or better yet, what gods believe in you. And for all the times you’ve knelt before the temple of yourself, have the prayers you’ve asked come true? And if they didn’t did you feel denied? And if you felt denied, denied by who[m]? I wanna know what you see when you look in the mirror on a day you’re feeling good. I wanna know what you see in the mirror on a day a day you’re feeling bad. I wanna know the first person who ever taught you your beauty could ever be reflected on a lousy piece of glass. If you ever reach enlightenment, will you remember how to laugh? Have you ever been a song? Would you think less of me if I told you I have lived my entire life a little off key and I’m not nearly as smart as my poetry I just plagiarized the thoughts of the people around me who have learned the wisdom of silence. Do you believe that concrete perpetuates violence? And if you do I want you to tell me of a meadow where my skateboard will soar.
See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds. And if you dream sometimes that this life is just a balloon that if you wanted to you could pop—but you never would because you’d never want it to stop.
If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it, if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness? And lastly, let me ask you this: if you and I went for a walk, and the entire walk we didn’t talk, do you think eventually we’d kiss? No way. That’s asking too much—after all, this is only our first date.
The hard-core BATTLE OF NATIONS will allow women to compete in 2014, and my friend Rachael Forrest needs better armour to qualify. It’s a full contact sport in a medieval style, and she’s fundraising to buy protective gear that meets BON’s high standards.
Above: Rachael gearing up for action.
I’d love to see Rachael be one of the first women to take part of this. Here’s her link: click to donate and help her show the world that girls can fight too!
More about Battle of Nations: http://battleofthenations.ua/
Above: Trogir, Croatia, where the 2014 competition will be held.
oh boy i hope the gif actually works
IT DOES WORK AND ITS THE CUTEST THING EVER
If I was deserted on an island with one person of my choosing it would definitely be Sigourney Weaver
1. There is no way you’re gonna die when you have Sigourney Weaver looking out for you
2. I would make sure not to die because I would be SO embarrassed if Sigourney Weaver saw me die
All of these suggestions are super cute oh my god
crevangrietje said: BUMBLE BEES OR HONEYBEE TRANSBOYS cause all Bees unless they’re soldiers are “male” but I’m sure the whole female population of the bee society is girl/woman right? Or Non Binary bees. Pls just give me cute trans* bees
I’ll have to correct you on that- The Queen is the only fertile female in a hive, but all worker bees, which are most commonly encountered, are female (If a bee stings you, it’s actually the result of a special modified ovipositor- That’s right, they sting you with the same thing they use to lay eggs.
Male bees or “Drones” basically live simply to mate with the queen (They don’t collect pollen or care for the hive). I think you are thinking of ants, my friend! But don’t worry, I have cute trans*boy ant prepared for you anyway, and I will do bee too because bees are cute.
Anonymous asked: i'm on mobile so i can't give you a link, sorry, but - thania bhamoensis! or a portia spider omg
SHE’S GOING TO BE SO PRETTY Jumping spiders are the best thank you~
Catverse really really needs more transwomen characters! If people want to throw species suggestions at me then I will take them and I will come up with said characters, because I have realized there is an awful gap in representation there and I want to fill it.
Any species is welcome! Go wild! I will draw every suggestion so long as it is an arthropod (I would appreciate wikipedia links with pictures of the species). If you want to add additional small notes about a character as in occupation or personality then I will also take these into account.
Let’s go go go!
None of my sketches have been working out lately so I coloured something older instead.
Harriet Hartell is a precious but often misguided young woman (but life would be so much easier if punching things solved problems).
Also on a cheerful note it is Jordan’s birthday today and you should all go wish her a happy birthday and also check out her really awesome art. (I am drawing you a thing as soon as my pencil starts co-operating with me again.)
Cyber-psychologist Berni Goode talking about Flow on Charlie Brooker’s How Videogames Changed the World.
Flow is extremely important. So, so important.
It’s what keeps some people sane. It’s what drives the world’s most skilled and accomplished athletes, the most intense gamers, the hardcore hobbyists, even many of the most talented artists, musicians and actors - flow is what you get when unstoppable drive meets an unflinching will and unlimited dedication.
Flow is being utterly, truly “in the zone”. And it’s one of the most amazing feelings there is.
This is why finding a sport, or a hobby, or a martial art, or a handicraft, or a new video game, or any skill-based activity that uses focus and requires practice and repetition is so beneficial for things like depression and anxiety and overall mental/physical well-being.
HOLY SHIT THERE’S AN ACTUAL EXPRESSION FOR BEING IN THAT SUBLIME ZONE OF CONCENTRATION.
how long must we wait for a lesbian disney princess
or what about a prince who throughout the entire movie you think he’s going to be the love interest but in the end it turns out he’s gay
or how about a lesbian princess
how about a princess whose sexuality doesn’t matter and that doesn’t focus or rely on a love interest????
or a lesbian princess
It’s actually really comforting to read articles and realize my emotional conflicts and development in accordance to being a sibling of someone with severe autism are largely very typical.
collections that are raw as fuck ➝ dolce & gabbana fall 2006