Dear Cissexism,

You are terrible and you make the world more terrible.

teen-boy-fag:

heres to us ~unhealthy~ queers

queers who work shit jobs and make shit money and eat what they fucking can and what they fucking want

queers that work til they wanna lay down and die right fucking there

queers with acne and stretch marks and bad breath and dandruf and fat and bones and chronic pain and injuries and mental issues and yeah

~we are some kinda swell~

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actualcanadiansherlockholmes:

urbieknowsbest:

lzbth:

a….boy??? that likes girls who are natural???? no makuep??? wow no freindzone for you very special gentleman snowflake

This is a lie.  I still get friendzoned. Quite often i might add.  Im not scorned by it.  just a fact.  

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Study debunks notion that men and women are psychologically distinct

gigglingatcrimescenes:

icecoldnukacola:

sinidentidades:

The Journal of Personality and Social Psychology has dealt a devastating blow to the notion that men and women are fundamentally different when it comes to how they think and act.

“Although gender differences on average are not under dispute, the idea of consistently and inflexibly gender-typed individuals is,” Bobbi J. Carothers of Washington University in St. Louis and Harry T. Reis of the University of Rochester explained in their study. “That is, there are not two distinct genders, but instead there are linear gradations of variables associated with sex, such as masculinity or intimacy, all of which are continuous.”

Analyzing 122 different characteristics from 13,301 individuals in 13 studies, the researchers concluded that differences between men and women were best seen as dimensional rather than categorical. In other words, the differences between men and women should be viewed as a matter of degree rather than a sign of consistent differences between two distinct groups.

#*drinks a bottle of CALLED IT champagne* #*puts on my FUCK YOU crown*

In case anyone wants to look for and read the actual study, it’s in the Journal of Personality and Social Psychology Vol 104(2), Feb, 2013. pp. 385-407

I found it through EBSCOhost, which my school has access to. 

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  • The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
  • The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
  • The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
  • The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
  • The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
  • The clothes you wear don’t determine your gender
  • The clothes you wear also don’t determine your sexual orientation
  • The only thing that clothes determine is whether or not you are naked.

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Resources for "coming out" as trans to Spanish-only speaking parents

latinegrasexologist:

A question I received and responded to in private. Making this rebloggable so that folks can see what my response is but more importantly for trans* Latin@s to share the resources they find useful.

hi! yes there are some publications that may be useful. PFLAG has two in Spanish that may be useful one called Si Tu Mismo (link opens to PDF) and Nuestros hijas y hijos preguntas y respuestas para padres de gays, lesbianas, y bisexuales (although only focusing on LGB the language may be useful) and Welcoming our trans family is also a resource but in english.

The Trevor Project has an online chat and one is MONDAY today which may be useful 

TransYouth Family Allies (TYFA) have resources in Spanish that may be useful. One on vocabularyFAQ, and counseling.

The Sylvia Rivera Law Project website is in Spanish. 

REDLACTRANS (Latin American and Caribbean Transgender Network) has information by country of origin. 

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Seriously I’ve seen some great quotes about sexism on here but can we PLEASE start acknowledging trans*people? Like, would SOCIETY ACTUALLY COLLAPSE if we admitted that fact?

Probably.

I suspect it’s difficult for men to imagine a world in which their bodies have long been inextricably linked to their value as an individual, and that no matter how encouraging your parents were or how many positive female role models you had or how self-confident you feel, there is an ever-present pressure that creeps in from all sides, whispering in your ear that you are your body and your body defines you. A world where, from the time of pubescence on, you can feel the constant and palpable weight of the male gaze, and not just from your male peers but from teachers and sports coaches and the fathers of the children you baby-sit, people you’re supposed to respect and trust and look up to, and that first realization that you are being looked at in that way is the beginning of a self-consciousness that you will be unable to shake for the rest of your life.

Even if they are never verbalized, the rules of bodily conduct for females become clear early on: when school administrators reprimand you for the inch of midriff that shows when you lift your hands straight in the air or youth group leaders tell you that the sight of your unintentional cleavage is what causes godly young men to fall, you learn that your body is dangerous and shameful and that it’s your responsibility to cloister it in a way that is acceptable to everyone else. You learn that your body is a topic of public debate that everyone is entitled to weigh in on, from a male classmate telling you that those jeans make your ass look huge to the male-dominated United States Congress dictating the parameters that rape must fall within to be considered legitimate. To be a woman, and to live life in a woman’s body, is to be held to a set of comically paradoxical standards that make you constantly second-guess yourself and jump through a million hoops in pursuit of an impossible perfection.

— Stop Catcalling Me | Thought Catalog (via ignify)

Yeah this is good, but… holy GOD the cissexism. Breasts =/= female, and female =/= having breasts.

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paxamericana:

welcome to the friend zone. it’s a zone for friends. hang out, have fun, grab a capri sun. there’s trampolines and a ball pit. 

Dang I never understood what was so bad about being “friend zoned”. I like friends. Friends are nice.

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