I Updated It Due To Current Happenings

Day 221 of posting Good Omens memes Everyday until Season 3

"Sex work is real work, unlike being a landlord"

Spotted in a public bathroom in California

Following any tag on this accursed website nowadays is like

Because you follow #sea life

See my boobies

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Edit: OP SUPPORTS SEX WORK AND KINK CULTURE. BY REBLOGGING THIS POST YOU AGREE THAT YOU SUPPORT SEX WORK AND KINK CULTURE

IT’S NOT ‘PEEKED’ MY INTEREST

OR ‘PEAKED’

BUT PIQUED

‘PIQUED MY INTEREST’

THIS HAS BEEN A CAPSLOCK PSA

"oh you have an allergy? sorry I harassed you for being a picky eater, I didn't realize you had a valid reason. it's good to know you're not actually a picky eater, I still get to harass those people"

"oh you have chronic pain? sorry I harassed you for being lazy, I didn't realize you had a valid reason. it's good to know you're not actually a lazy person, I still get to harass those people"

"oh you're autistic? sorry I harassed you for being weird, I didn't realize you had a valid reason. it's good to know you're not actually a weird person, I still get to harass those people"

"oh you're deaf? sorry I harassed you for ignoring me, I didn't realize you had a valid reason. you're just not actually a rude person, I still get to harass those people"

"man why does everything have to be a disorder now? I miss the old days when people would TAKE RESPONSIBILITY for being failures and it was socially exceptable for me to harass them, now I look like a jerk when I bully people for annoying me."

There's a play I love called Pronoun by Evan Placey that my drama teacher assigned me back in school that I think so wonderfully captures this. I remember reading it for the first time and feeling so strongly understood and heartbroken at the same time, because it felt so real. it felt so much like I was watching a real person take those beginning steps away from miserable. it has stuck with me to this day. I will always remember how it felt reading it and how I felt so seen. I still have the copy my drama teacher gave me. it's one of my most cherished possessions (which is saying something cause I cherish everything that people I love and care about have given me lol). (and that drama teacher was a godsend too, he was fantastic)

I think that the real essence of a 'trans' story isn't actually about gender at all, so much as it's about going through a transition from one state where you're miserable and unhappy and wish for death or feel like you're already dead to another radically different state where...you're content. You're just content. You had something chronically wrong with you, like a painful screeching that just becomes the background noise of your existence and then...it's gone. You are, in some ineffable cosmic sense, where you belong.

rb to give a flower to the person you rb this from

waiting to see the ghovie with my dad and sister! very excited!!!

so embarrassing when i forget im checking someone's blog and i start scrolling through and liking and reblogging shit as if it's just my dash. it feels like wandering into someone else's apartment and not noticing and making myself lunch