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rrosehobart:

Samuel Beckett

I am just having a lot of feelings about trans*/queer things right now and I don’t want to be having feelings. I don’t want feelings right now.
I’ve tried explaining my gender identity to my mom but she just doesn’t get it and I’ve tried explaining not wanting breasts and she sort of tries to get it, in that she tries to equate it to how her breasts felt “uncomfortable” when she was pregnant and no no no that is not the same at all and she just seems disappointed or mad at me for not being okay with my body and goddammit I do like my body I don’t think I’m fat or ugly I like my body but not my chest these breasts don’t belong here.
I don’t even bother trying to talk to my dad about this stuff. He dismisses all of my feminist or LGBTQ interests and I don’t know why. He treats me like I’m hysterical, seeing issues where there aren’t any. Worse than being disagreed with is being ignored.
Obliquely trying to discuss top surgery and insurance policies and the changing diagnosis parameters of GID and they still don’t get it.
I need money, money, money so that I can do this. This is the one modification that I fucking NEED to make it through life.
I don’t care if it “makes me unattractive” to people.
I don’t care if it “confuses” people.
It’s my body and I have to live in it.
I’m feeling so stuck in uncomfortable skin. I want to cut my hair or get a tattoo or do something to make this body feel like mine for a little while longer.

rrosehobart:

Samuel Beckett

I am just having a lot of feelings about trans*/queer things right now and I don’t want to be having feelings. I don’t want feelings right now.

I’ve tried explaining my gender identity to my mom but she just doesn’t get it and I’ve tried explaining not wanting breasts and she sort of tries to get it, in that she tries to equate it to how her breasts felt “uncomfortable” when she was pregnant and no no no that is not the same at all and she just seems disappointed or mad at me for not being okay with my body and goddammit I do like my body I don’t think I’m fat or ugly I like my body but not my chest these breasts don’t belong here.

I don’t even bother trying to talk to my dad about this stuff. He dismisses all of my feminist or LGBTQ interests and I don’t know why. He treats me like I’m hysterical, seeing issues where there aren’t any. Worse than being disagreed with is being ignored.

Obliquely trying to discuss top surgery and insurance policies and the changing diagnosis parameters of GID and they still don’t get it.

I need money, money, money so that I can do this. This is the one modification that I fucking NEED to make it through life.

I don’t care if it “makes me unattractive” to people.

I don’t care if it “confuses” people.

It’s my body and I have to live in it.

I’m feeling so stuck in uncomfortable skin. I want to cut my hair or get a tattoo or do something to make this body feel like mine for a little while longer.

Source: rrosehobart

so at 2 am, as I was trying to fall asleep, I had an epiphany, like you do

TW: body/weight issues, my dad being a jackass

during middle school and high school, I thought I was heavy

not “fat,” in the popular media depiction of “fat” way, but I definitely considered myself to be much heavier than I actually was

I didn’t think I was “skinny,” therefore I must be heavy. I envisioned myself as a pasty, wobbly blob of fat.

Part of it was general self-loathing — while I was berating myself for being stupid and useless, I would toss “fat” in there too, as an insult.

But I’m sure a good chunk of it was societally based as well.

And then there was the shit my dad would say to me…

“If you don’t get off the couch, your ass is gonna get even fatter.”

“I think your butt got bigger since this morning.”

“Your legs look like sausages in those pants.”

“You better watch what you eat, or else you’ll get your mom’s stocky Russian thighs.”

I’m 5’1.5” and the last time I even cared enough to weigh myself, I weighed 111 pounds. I’m fucking tiny.

AND I JUST REALIZED THIS SHIT LAST NIGHT

BLEEEEUUUURGH

I hate the idea of having to look “professional” to be taken seriously, to get a job in the field that I want to go in to

this may seem like a minor whiny thing

but

it’s only in the last two years that I’ve started feeling comfortable dressing and looking how I WANT TO LOOK

two years ago, I wouldn’t have left the house in shorts that went above my knees and now I’m going out in jean cut offs with my hairy legs and a sleeveless shirt with my ugly scabby shoulder and my hairy armpits and fuck everyone I feel awesome

I want to be an art therapist, I really really do but I hate this idea that I have to present myself as something other than what I am in order to do that — there are already huge chunks of my identity that will probably have to not be …uh… obvious in order to be hired. Don’t be too queer, don’t be too angry, don’t be too demanding, hide your tattoos, don’t talk about BDSM, cover your body hair, don’t let them know you’re neuroatypical.

I REALLY REALLY want to be an art therapist, I REALLY REALLY want to help people that way because my therapist and my art saved my goddamn life and I want to do that but taking steps backwards and repressing my self-expression feels so suffocating when I’m only just beginning to REALLY be ME

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TRIGGER WARNING FOR CISSEXISM AND TRANSMISOGYNY AND PEOPLE BEING RAGING DOUCHES

In the Ring Novel, Sadako was assaulted and raped by a doctor named Nagao Jotaro. However, he discovered her darkest secret, finding she is a hermaphrodite, and possesses a man’s privates. This was not mentioned in the fims and presumably, she is fully female. Sadako attacked Nagao with her powers, forcing him to toss her down a nearby well and he sealed her within. Foreseeing herself being reborn years later, Sadako vowed revenge on the world and died.

Ugh. Seriously problematic language.

The proper term is “intersex,” not “hermaphrodite.”

Also, the gender of a set of genitals is determined by the gender identity of that person.

Ergo, when I say I have a cock, I have a cock. Whether or not you think I do.

If you’re trying to say that Sadako had outie genitals that were incongrous to their assigned gender as a result of being intersex, then you could say that Sadako had “non binary” or “intersex” genitals.

Also, a person is not “fully female.”

A person can be a cis gender woman, meaning that they were assigned female at birth and identify as female. A person can be a trans* gender woman, meaning that they were not assigned female at birth but identify as female. A person could be intersex, meaning that, genetically or physically, doctors considered this person to be of an indeterminate gender, but this person could identify as female.

Anyone that identifies as female is “fully female.”

This may seem like a pointless rant or info that you don’t care about, but I care.

I like horror manga and eroguro manga and I get tired of seeing binarism, cissexism, and heterosexism perpetuated in a media that I enjoy.

Source: hellyeahhorrormanga

eurgh

when I was ranting about class on thursday, I forgot about this part but then I remembered it when Ellen and I were being angry drunks together.

One of the questions that the “women” (I’m using quotations because splitting the class into groups of men and women in this case was binarist and cisexist and I got stuck in with cis women, when I’m genderqueer) asked the “men” in the class was

“If you have an orgasm during sex, but your partner doesn’t, how does that make you feel?”

Most of the men said that they would feel concerned, that something was “wrong.” Not concern for their partner, or a desire to please them, but concern that they were bad at sex.

And one guy said, “Well, it depends on how much I like the girl. If I like her, then yeah, I’m concerned. But if I don’t like her, then I don’t care.”

THAT

IS

SO

DISGUSTING

What a douche. I hope no one ever fucks him and he dies alone with blue balls.

ugh yesterday

So, in psych of the offender, we were watching “Paradise Lost,” the documentary about the West Memphis Three, and it was just making me so angry. All this hate directed at these kids because they were different. All this hate from people that claimed to be Christians. I get so fucking tired of Christians telling me not to judge all Christians by the extreme ones, like they get so upset when I express my anger about Christianity and totally fail to get YES IT FEELS SHITTY WHEN PEOPLE LEAP TO ASSUMPTIONS AND JUDGE YOU GOSH I WONDER HOW THAT FEELS FOR OTHER PEOPLE.

And then I get into my psychology of human sexuality class which is the most bullshit class that I’m taking at the moment and low and behold we are watching a documentary about “The Science of the Sexes.” And it’s all about how hormones control your life and men and women ARE ABSOLUTELY COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM ONE ANOTHER ALL THE TIME NO MATTER WHAT.

That whole class has just been a swamp of binarism and cisexism. Whenever someone ask something like “Well, this study was done with heterosexual couples, would it have had different results with homosexual couples?” and the professor is like “Well, there isn’t much research on homosexual couples so I don’t know so we won’t even attempt to discuss it straight people straight people men and women men and women blah blah blah.”

I just want to SCREAM.

So I’m getting pissy and angry as we watch this documentary. The only time there was any statement that hormones AREN’T the end-all be-all of human behavior was when they were debunking testosterone as the source of aggression — saying that while hormones may influence behavior, they cannot be the only explanation for complex behaviors.

AND THEN

one of the people in the documentary literally said “Men and women are different. You can’t make a boy into a girl, or a girl into a boy. It’s been tried and it doesn’t work.”

AND THEN

we had to do a group project in which we split up into groups based on gender and came up with questions to ask the “opposite” gender.

Most of the questions were shit stupid.

One of the questions from the guys was “How big is too big?”

Pretty much all the women said that a penis was too big when it hurt, or when you couldn’t move effectively, or when men just relied on size and not on skill.

The guy that asked the question accused the women in the class of dodging the question. Apparently he wanted a numerical answer.

Ok, first off, it’s different for everyone. Some people can take a lot, some people can’t. Some people enjoy taking a lot, some people don’t.

Secondly, NOT MANY PEOPLE MEASURE THEIR PARTNER’S DICK BEFORE THEY PUT IT IN.

My question was the last one before class ended and I asked “Why do men feel that it’s appropriate to continue pursuing a woman after she has repeatedly said no?”

Apparently, I said it in an aggressive manner? Whatever, I’m loud, I can project and if that sounds angry, I don’t care. People laughed and someone said “Ooh, she mad.”

One guy said that they kept going because a girl wouldn’t like it if you gave up easy, if you were a push over. Another guy said “We men just want we can’t have.” I shot back, “That’ll get you a felony charge.” One woman said that she liked playing hard to get, that she liked being pursued.

And then one guy said, “Well, even if a girl says no, you can always talk to her. You can just keep talkin’ and she’ll change her mind. Talk her into it.”

I shouted “So coercion is okay?!”

The professor was telling me to calm down and let the guy talk and then class was over and we left.

I was so angry I was shaking.

How can people not understand the difference between playing hard to get and straight up saying no? How can people think that repeatedly bothering someone after they have been turned down is okay? How the fuck am I supposed to believe that someone will listen to ‘no’ during sex if they wouldn’t listen to ‘no’ in a bar?

I don’t care if people thought I was overreacting, I don’t care if people think I’m a bitch or a feminazi or whatever FUCK YOU I AM RIGHT.

And then it was Spring Break and I slept in til noon.

YEEEEEY!

really cool… except for Leia

She doesn’t look like Carrie Fisher, her anatomy is a wee bit ridiculous and YOU COULDN’T GIVE HER SOME DAMN FUNCTIONAL PANTS???

Source: justinrampage

Listening to physical aspects that are statistically considered more “attractive” does not make it past my body positivity/individual preference radar.

Sure fine, tell me that women like “masculine” men with muscular arses and men like women with smooth skin, “juvenile” faces and soft bodies.

I’ll just be over here, appreciating the skinny boys with squishy bums, muscular ladies, femme-identified trans* men, trans* dykes, grubby queers and glam queers, flesh rippled by piercings, pockmarks, and scars.

I can appreciate a classical figure, but that doesn’t mean it’s my ultimate preference.

Yaaaaay this psychology of sexual behavior class is all about biological drives and is totally binarist, cissexist, and heterosexist.

I have never been so bored by sex.

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