@terraboops distance is just thinnest layer of air compressed, a vast amount of nothing; all that's needed is enough intensity and pressure 😘✨
femboys though, they're kind of mythical here… but that's probably just me not looking hard enough? 😔
@terraboops distance is just thinnest layer of air compressed, a vast amount of nothing; all that's needed is enough intensity and pressure 😘✨
femboys though, they're kind of mythical here… but that's probably just me not looking hard enough? 😔
@terraboops they are! 🥲
we must endeavour to make more! :akko_fistup:
@terraboops I hope so! But I never tried it yet 😇
In late April 2022, a month and a day after I came out to myself, I installed the FaceLab app (not FaceApp) and fed it a selfie, which it immediately turned into the girl on the left.
My first reaction was “that looks like a sister I never had!” But then came “that's impossible!” as I realised that the face looking at me from my phone would never exist.
Still, I'd settle for a hundredth of what I saw there, even just a thousandth. “I don't care, I just can't take it anymore.” So I transitioned.
And just a few days ago, less than two years later, I took the selfie on the right—and it's actually better.
(eye contact)
Let 2024 be The Year of Cis Invisibility!
Cis people back in the closet now! Transgaynormativity everywhere! No more cishet people in gendered spaces! And no straight romances on tv or in churches. Send cis people home from the hospital with instructions to cure their ailments through transitioning medically.
…oh and let's have a straight pride parade just this once. It's only fair! But keep it civil. No colours! No happy dancing! That's gay.
Ah fuck it, I'm too grumpy now. Here's my allies v “allies” meme. Copy–paste for fame and glory!
ok I'm on board with this. my face is moderately successful transition-wise so far and I'm really happy for it, but this bit here is truly going even better!
(Saw this tweet on a queer Facebook page and decided to rewrite it.)
How the lack of mental flexibility and spontaneity in people without ADHD may show up in communication:
1) Never interjects their own thoughts to let you know they're listening and taking in what you're saying.
2) Acting overly reserved and not sharing any personal details on anything.
3) Getting stuck in a rut and having a hard time following the natural flow of conversations between different subjects.
4) Getting easily offended and feeling personally attacked when others do not repress emotions as severely as them.
5) Making great efforts to avoid saying what they mean.
6) Deliberately sending risky messages to others (usually inappropriate, confrontational or emotional in nature).
7) Repeating the same things ad nauseam.
8) Asking inappropriate or uncomfortable questions in group settings, because of getting stuck in their own heads instead of listening.
I think the central paradox of my childhood was that I knew I wasn't fitting in, and I got a lot of shit for it, so I tried harder and harder to fit in better, but my idea of how to do that was to “be yourself”.
So what happened was that I acted even more like a trans kid—like one of the girls—which led to even more unexpected reactions from other people, which led to me feeling even more desperate about not fitting in.
I was too naïve to understand that all my impulses were wrong because of gender (and likely ADHD too). The more I did the right thing, the more confusing my world got. The solution was causing the problem, but I had no way to understand that. All I had was an intuited solution to an incomprehensible problem, and the only thing it did was to make things even worse.
@risottobias Yes!
There's the ideology of erasure and hate; I think of cisgenderism as the idea that everyone is or should be made cis, and of transgenderism as the idea that cisgenderism is wrongful.
Trans rights, not cis wrongs, please.
@risottobias I have this bag that says “Don't let men who hate women reduce feminism to women who hate men”. ☺️
Life is a soup.
please send spoons
Boost this toot if your brain made naughty jokes at you when I punned my screen name
The ritual of calling your own name three times,
I did perform it once a very misty night. I was so desperate to know my inner being, my authentic self, and thought I'd ask my double what it was.
To my surprise it worked! A being really did walk out from the cold mists to meet me, and he was my spitting image too! Aloud with heartbeat and bereft of breath, I tried to find my words and make a greeting—but before I could, he simply said: “You will not find your answer here,” and then he left.
I was refused.
I called the name I had been given thrice, and someone of my image really did emerge there in the night—but told me he was someone else. The name I called, it wasn't mine.
I think “fedi meta” is a misnomer. What is being discussed and decided is policy. If you decide policy, that makes you a politician.
Fedi meta is politics. Instance admins and their peers are politicians.
Big instances means big power, which means big politics and big politicians.
Here's a truism I found very useful when I did politics. Three kinds of people are drawn to politics: Those who really want to make the world better for others, those who are really in it for themselves, and those who significantly belong to both groups.
People who belong to none of those two groups are not very attracted to politics, so they don't show up. Power attracts only those who want to either use it or wear it or both.
And this is important: A lot of the time it is both. Being in it for others and for yourself makes you more motivated and more likely to come out on top.
Fedi meta is politics.
Those who decide policy are politicians.
All politicians are sus.
Another text I wrote for cis people, again to balance the horrific narrative around transitioning that Swedish state television keeps pumping out. This one I actually translated to English (with some help from the machine).
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Speaking of transition and mental health, the most important and most revolutionary change happened so early that I almost forgot it already: When I realised that I had made up my mind and that it would happen, I started to care about myself.
The body stopped being just this uncomfortable and meaningless meat in slow decay, and became instead the raw material that would become me. My psyche or soul stopped being something with which I just shut my eyes as hard as I could in an exhausted attempt to survive—maybe all the way until the day I die.
Before, I had never seen any future. You know when someone asks “where do you see yourself in five years?” I never saw myself at all—not in a week, not in a month, not in a year or five years or twenty. Never.
But now that I had accepted myself, a future was just there, as if it had always been there, as if I had just never recognised it as a kind of future when I looked.
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So I started taking care of myself and repairing all the damage. I started trying to heal what I had lost and build up what I had never had.
Because when I now for the first time saw myself exist in a future, I felt such a deep connection and compassion to the person I saw there. I wanted to give her everything I could.
And I did. I gave away all of me. Because it was only when I let go of myself and gave it away that I felt I was worth something. It became a reclaiming or a vindication. By simply ceasing to be mine bit by bit and giving myself to her instead, I felt how each part I gave away also got a value that it had never had before. I made a promise to my own future that I would create her no matter what it would cost me. I even have that promise written down.
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Transitioning is an act of radical self-love.
It is a love for yourself because it presupposes that you accept who you are and say to yourself that you must blossom now.
And it is radical because it goes against every rule the world has instilled in you, every instinct that has arisen to keep you out of danger. Your whole being screams at you to not do it.
Transitioning is radical self-love because nothing else has ever been as forbidden as liking yourself, yet you decide to even love yourself—your true self—anyway.
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Don't remember where I found this but I think about it a lot.
An aspiring renaissance woman and mom to a lovely little 4yo, I mostly make food, allegory and messes. 💖🎶I'm really Lisen [ˈliːsɛn] offline, or Ina ['iːna] 🦔 for a few. This is my main account, so I talk about whatever here—usually not in Swedish.I post a lot about #trans and #adhd and sometimes #music. This account is not lewd.Avatar: A digital drawing of a girl, smiling, curly brown hair with pink, blue and white sparkles. She's wearing a polo shirt and golden snake earrings. Behind her is a rainbow heart.Header: A bisexual pride flag but it is broken up and glitchy—it is the Disaster Bi Pride flag.Not depicted: My confused butt transitioning from sex-repulsed aroace to polyam bi in three months.
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