1. "
    1. Go to a party and stay sober. Listen to the way your drunk classmates talk when they don’t plan to remember tonight when they wake up. Never talk about these experiences, just keep them for yourself.
    2. Start driving in one direction on the highway after school one day, pretending like you’re running away. Blast bad pop music and sing along. Stop in the suburbs when your mom calls you to come home, but buy your little brother a cupcake before you turn back around.
    3. Kiss your best friend. It doesn’t matter what sexuality or gender you are or they are. It doesn’t matter if it’s a peck or you escalate to tongue. You’ll laugh about it later, but it will always make you smile just for the memory.
    4. Smoke a cigarette. Let it burn your throat. Cough, loudly.
    5. Take a stand for something you believe in. When half your school laughs at you, take it with pride. Someone agrees, even if they’re too scared to say so.
    6. Make enemies. Make the kind of mistakes that cause your life to implode. Lose everyone and everything to these mistakes. Only when you fall will you find out that you can pick yourself back up.
    7. Sit on someone’s roof and talk for hours. Forget about dinner and tell your origin stories. Let your guard down while the dog barks below. Talk about god. Listen.
    8. Steal Bourbon from your parents’ liquor cabinet and put it in a water bottle beneath your bathroom sink. Spike your tea with it when you think you’ve hit rock bottom. Pour the whole thing down the drain when it’s too strong for you.
    9. Become a stereotype. Buy a record player and combat boots. Wear all black. Dye your hair bright blue and get your ear pierced three times. Don’t care when people laugh at you.
    10. Make wishes at 11:11. Wear your pajamas backwards in the hopes of a snow day. Look for answers at the bottom of a bottle. Pretend writing things on your arms makes you special. Believe in anything. Believe in everything. Open every book and look around every corner. You’ll never look like this or move like this or think like this again. Enjoy it while it lasts or hate every second. But feel. Feel every damn thing.
    "
    — Top Ten Things to do Before You Graduate High School by M.S. (via sestinalia)

    (via you-had-me-at-bacon)

     
  2. hobbitdragon:

    Monty Python’s The Meaning Of Life

    Guys this skit came out in the 1960s

    (Source: throwawayastranger, via lacigreen)

     

  3. "what’s your sexual orientation"

    riyoyukai:

    image

    (Source: redriyo, via lacigreen)

     
  4. grawly:

    geminicreations:

    i think this may just be the greatest string of tweets in the history of mankind

    TO BE COMPLETELY HONEST I REMEMBER EVERYTHING BUT READING THESE TWEETS AGAIN AFTER SO MANY MONTHS IT ALMOST FEELS SURREAL LIKE “I CANT BELIEVE THIS PERSON IS ME”

     
  5. themagicianthatneverfailed:

    dr-kara:

    heretherebdragons:

    katbot:

    “Start on January 1st with an empty jar. Throughout the year write the good things that happened to you on little pieces of paper. On December 31st, open the jar and read all the amazing things that happened to you that year.”

    I’m reblogging this again, to remind people that reblogged this earlier in the year with the “I’M GOING TO DO THIS” comments. Now, here it is. I’m reminding you. You said you would do this. Now join me and start this Tuesday.

    I genuinely love this idea. I am going to do this. I will post pictures of my jar and everything. 

    oh wow this is a beautiful idea

    doing this

    (Source: mickeykayyy, via sexuallytransmittedsadness)

     
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  7. coral-fangs:

    comealongmisspond:

    vajoochie:

    how do boys look good without makeup

    Because society hasn’t told boys they look bad without it

    shots fired

    (via eyeluvla)

     
  8.  
  9. arosefromanotherdimension:

    stunningpicture:

    Zoomed out while taking a picture of my Christmas tree

    [CHRISTMAS INTENSIFIES]

    (via sexuallytransmittedsadness)

     

  10. "I swear to god I will lose my mind if I hear the “sex sells” fallacy one more time. Sex does not sell. If sex sold, we would see penises where we see boobs. Naked men would be on everything that naked women are on. Sex isn’t what they’re selling you. They’re selling you an impossible, pornographically fueled misogynistic idea of the perfect woman."
    — 

    (via menstruate)

    FUCKING THANK YOU

    (via fozmeadows)

    (via sexuallytransmittedsadness)

     
  11. sexuallytransmittedsadness:

    wud do

    oh for fuck sakes

    (Source: rippedlads)

     
  12. postbone:

    i hope so 

    (Source: k5te, via sexuallytransmittedsadness)

     
  13. kusharmor:

    ermefinedining:

    This map should be included in every history book.

    Original Americas 

    (via sexuallytransmittedsadness)

     

  14. Anonymous asked: In gender therapy, I've been asked why I began really thinking I was trans so 'late' (I'm 22). I find this a really hard question to answer, for me it's along the lines of "because I didn't care about gender at all and my main identity was that I'm smart and I had other problems, like depression", but this answer feels not quite right. It's really hard to find the right words - how would you answer this?

    theprophetlilith:

    transgirltumbling:

    zjemptv:

    Here’s a big reason why plenty of us might not figure out we’re trans until we’re 20, or 30, or 60:

    Of all the perspectives on transness that are offered in mainstream society - whether they’re “he or she?” episodes of Maury, gawking documentaries, or cheap “tr*nny” jokes everywhere we turn - not a single one ever suggests that this could actually be you.

    People ask us why we didn’t know sooner. Well, maybe there was no way we could have known! The world doesn’t readily grant us access to the information we would need to know what it is we’re experiencing, to put it in the proper context, to understand what it is we are, or to pursue the things we need to help ourselves. The world makes us fight fucking tooth and nail just to find what the goddamn words are for what we are. It discourages us at every turn from even being this, and makes us go through hell to access what we need just to live our lives.

    And then the world asks why, in the face of all this, we didn’t do something about it sooner. Why, in a world where everyone is assumed to be cis and transness is some weird thing that’s super rare and only happens somewhere else far away, it would take us decades to realize we’re not cis. Well, what the hell were they expecting? We live in a world that fucking punishes children and then teenagers and then adults, too, when we ever dare to voice that sentiment. And they expect a vulnerable, innocent child to somehow know all that, and to say it out loud, in a world like this?

    When I was a kid I didn’t know it was even a possibility for me to be a girl. I didn’t know this was something that could happen. It was positioned so far outside of my reality, I didn’t even reach the point of wanting it but dismissing it as impossible or infeasible. It didn’t even occur to me to want this; it was something so unknown to me it would have been like wanting to be a unit circle or an Einstein-Rosen bridge. Being a girl, of course, is actually possible - but nobody told me that!

    My entire life as a kid was so consumed with living up to others’ expectations and doing what everyone told me to do, I didn’t have time to think of who I was, or what I wanted, or even envision myself as a person in my own right with my own goals and image of who I am. I was just this little kid who apparently did really well on IQ tests and got promoted ahead by two whole grades and was expected to ace every class and some day I would go to college and that was the sum total of who I was and there was nothing, nothing else, not a single stand-out feature of who I was as a person beyond what I could do at school to impress a bunch of adults.

    It took me until I was 19 and almost died, to realize I might actually just straight-up drop dead at any time, and that I needed to start figuring out what mattered to me and who I was and what I wanted my life to be like.

    From that moment, it was maybe 6 months before I started putting on makeup for the first time.

    Everyone develops as a person at their own pace, and there can be any number of factors that interact to influence how and when we come to understand who we fundamentally are. The challenges of being trans on top of that are enormous. A therapist - particularly a therapist working with trans people - should be the first to recognize this. They are professionals. It’s their job to know these things.

    This is such a fabulous and spot on answer and I can totally relate. I had been taught that transgender people had to be weirdo versions of child molesting drag queens. I buried any thought of gender so deep in shame and fear that it took me until my late 30’s to even start digging myself out of it. I’ve become so buried in hiding myself that I’ve focused on the wants and needs of everyone else, so creative in creating personas for myself that I’ve had to get a running start to break through each one to get to the real me, and so brainwashed into wrong thinking that I have to remind myself to love myself and to stop being mean to myself.

    After society leads you to this poisonous pool, it then has the gall to both be surprised and angry that you’ve worked through it all and are ready to be true and it asks why you didn’t come to this realization sooner. Well fuck that and fuck asshole gatekeepers who would treat you that way.

    I’ll bet this question generates lots of answers and I hope you find the ones that ring true to your experience. Hugs and love for you along the way!

    This speaks to me. Loudly.

    I had an inkling I was trans in my early teens, but then my father found my stash of women’s clothing and makeup, and he put the scare to me. I wound up shoving all those feelings deep into the closet, so deep I nearly completely forgot about them. Then in college I discovered IRC, and with it, other trans women. It took about two years, tops, from that moment to me realizing that I was a trans woman myself. But that was two years of sorting through every negative stereotype about trans women, realizing how false or overly simplified they all were, just to stop denying my own truth.

    Why didn’t I know sooner? Because of you cis folk, that’s why. Because of crappy comedies that went out of their way to make fun of our existence and to make light of our tragedies—and the ones that laughed at those comedies. Because of talk shows that trot us out for novelty’s sake, and at best hint there might be a lesson to learn from us, without ever stating which lessons the audience should have learned. Because of erotica that objectifies and overly sexualizes us for cis people but doesn’t give any insights into what our sexualities, in all their diversity, are actually like.

    Because of how we’re misgendered during life and after death. Because misgendering is violence against identity, and usually accompanied by physical violence.

    Because despite knowing there are hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of us in the United States alone, spotting any of us in a crowd is still painfully rare, because so many of us are stealth, and many more avoid going outside to avoid misgendering and violence. Because even if two trans folk do recognize one another in a crowd, we’re not likely to acknowledge one another lest we draw attention—and misgendering and violence—to ourselves.

    Because all these things I mention, and many more, lead to a climate where trans folk are invisible—and where visible, made to pay for it. Because this invisibility means trans folk have few role models and few community ties. Because how could I know sooner if I don’t have some sort of role model or community tie to help me gain the knowledge?

    Because pretty much everyone signs on to all these ridiculous ideas of how sex and gender works, without a moment to think critically about any of it until those ideas finally run aground against our sense of self.

    Because cis folk rarely have to challenge those ideas of sex and gender to the extent that trans folk do. Because cis folk are happy to keep up the illusion that there are only two sex chromosomes, two sets of genitalia, and two genders—and that they all line up neatly.

    Because cis folk would rather feel normal by creating an Other to compare against, than recognize and appreciate the actual variety of sexes and genders in the world.

    Because of you cis folk. That’s why.

     
  15. assemble-the-assbutts:

    lunarshinobi:

    reallyfoxnews:

    Fox News headlines v. real headlines, part 2425183. 

    The brunette part is really important.

    Fun fact, our hair color reveals our place in pansexual society. Blondes are our record keepers. The great librarians, they collect, analyze, store, and distribute information to the rest of us. They are blonde because they reflect the light of knowledge. Those with Black Hair are our inventors. They investigate, produce, and teach new technologies so that we may thrive in future times. Their hair is black because of their frequent dives into the void of the unknown. Burnettes are our ambassadors. They interact with people, plants, and animals, forging bonds that can protect us when we are threatened. Their hair is brown because of their deep connection to the earth.

    And as for redheads.

    You don’t want to know the purpose of the Red Heads. But may their hellfire consume our enemies.

    i dont know what the fuck this post is about but i like it

    (via sexuallytransmittedsadness)