boo-author
boo-author:

claredfortakeoff:

brainstatic:

This is the English word I want to get tattooed on my wrist. It means “to keep breathing even though the water rises all around you.” English is such a mystical exotic language. They can fit so much meaning into so small a word.

SCUBA…. is a an acronym. 
SelfContainedUnderwaterBreathing Apparatus.  Yeesh.  

That’s fascinating!
What’s satire an acronym for?

boo-author:

claredfortakeoff:

brainstatic:

This is the English word I want to get tattooed on my wrist. It means “to keep breathing even though the water rises all around you.” English is such a mystical exotic language. They can fit so much meaning into so small a word.

SCUBA…. is a an acronym. 


Self
Contained
Underwater
Breathing 
Apparatus.  

Yeesh.  

That’s fascinating!

What’s satire an acronym for?







boo-author
boo-author:

adigitalmagician:

brinconvenient:

boo-author:

brinconvenient:

So something dawned on me this morning.
I don’t think I’m going to call those ayden-come-latelies “truscum” anymore. For one thing, it was a pejorative to describe to the toxic attitudes they hold and the damage they cause with their one-true-way-ism that they’ve reclaimed (and good for them, I guess), so there’s no real teeth to the term.
But there’s another way to accurately describe the way that they:
are blind to the social significance and meanings of gender outside their own culture
are obsessed with maintaining the purity of their community
are aggressive in their pursuit of “posers” and discuss people’s interests and identities in terms of trends
resent the attention that trans people are getting in the mainstream media and the way that other (younger) people are “getting into it” or “experimenting” with their identities
don’t just police who gets to call themselves trans, but polices HOW people can be trans. They constantly shift the goal posts: “You have to have dysphoria or you’re not trans” becomes “Social dysphoria doesn’t count. You have to have body dysphoria or you’re not trans” becomes “Well, now you have to have bottom dysphoria AND it has to be crippling AND you must never be happy or you’re not trans.”
constantly assert that they were trans before trans was cool … in not quite so many words
That’s right … These people aren’t truscum. They’re gender hipsters. They act as if they “discovered” transness and the more people who identify as trans. It’s almost as if they’re not truscum … they’re
GENDER HIPSTERS! That’s all I’m calling them from now on. I think it just might catch on.
And just as the solution to hipster harassment is to go on unapologetically loving what you love in the way you love it, the solution to gender hipsters is to go on unapologetically being who you are just the way you are.

…whoa. I am honestly surprised that this never occurred to me before. It’s such the natural description of the way they decry others as “trend chasers”, the gatekeeping, the superiority complex… and unlike “truscum”, its use does not need to be explained or disclaimed.

Right? I’m kinda mad I didn’t think of it sooner myself. Also … I spent way too effing long making that damn graphic.

So how about folks like me, who use truscum from time to time, but I don’t qualify if you’re dysphoric enough (That’s between you and your doctor)?

So for you, being able to afford medical care and being in an area where trans-friendly doctors can be found is part of the definition of being trans?
Yep. Hipster.

boo-author:

adigitalmagician:

brinconvenient:

boo-author:

brinconvenient:

So something dawned on me this morning.

I don’t think I’m going to call those ayden-come-latelies “truscum” anymore. For one thing, it was a pejorative to describe to the toxic attitudes they hold and the damage they cause with their one-true-way-ism that they’ve reclaimed (and good for them, I guess), so there’s no real teeth to the term.

But there’s another way to accurately describe the way that they:

  • are blind to the social significance and meanings of gender outside their own culture
  • are obsessed with maintaining the purity of their community
  • are aggressive in their pursuit of “posers” and discuss people’s interests and identities in terms of trends
  • resent the attention that trans people are getting in the mainstream media and the way that other (younger) people are “getting into it” or “experimenting” with their identities
  • don’t just police who gets to call themselves trans, but polices HOW people can be trans. They constantly shift the goal posts: “You have to have dysphoria or you’re not trans” becomes “Social dysphoria doesn’t count. You have to have body dysphoria or you’re not trans” becomes “Well, now you have to have bottom dysphoria AND it has to be crippling AND you must never be happy or you’re not trans.”
  • constantly assert that they were trans before trans was cool … in not quite so many words

That’s right … These people aren’t truscum. They’re gender hipsters. They act as if they “discovered” transness and the more people who identify as trans. It’s almost as if they’re not truscum … they’re

GENDER HIPSTERS! That’s all I’m calling them from now on. I think it just might catch on.

And just as the solution to hipster harassment is to go on unapologetically loving what you love in the way you love it, the solution to gender hipsters is to go on unapologetically being who you are just the way you are.

…whoa. I am honestly surprised that this never occurred to me before. It’s such the natural description of the way they decry others as “trend chasers”, the gatekeeping, the superiority complex… and unlike “truscum”, its use does not need to be explained or disclaimed.

Right? I’m kinda mad I didn’t think of it sooner myself. Also … I spent way too effing long making that damn graphic.

So how about folks like me, who use truscum from time to time, but I don’t qualify if you’re dysphoric enough (That’s between you and your doctor)?

So for you, being able to afford medical care and being in an area where trans-friendly doctors can be found is part of the definition of being trans?

Yep. Hipster.

peachyfields1998
haedia:


thewolfofnibu:

stahscre4m:

there are guys in my dorm who decided to play cards in the elevator

see what intrigues me about college isn’t the intellectual pursuit or the bonding or whatever, its the fact that people have the freedom to do random shit like this

Okay, everybody, I have a story about random shit in college. When I was in college, there was a particular class I took where, no matter what time you walked into class, if you made it into the room before the professor, you wouldn’t be counted late. I mean, that’s a pretty cool policy, given how some professors are really obnoxious about attendance. 
Well, one time, a fellow student of mine was running late to class. As she reached the edge of the building, she saw her professor making it to the front steps (super long rectangular building here). He looks up from walking and he sees her. He then points to his watch, gives her a well-meaning “Look who’s late” face, and walks on inside.
What he didn’t know, though, was that this particular student was like freakishly good at bouldering and related climbing skills, so she was just like “Fuck it” and SCALED THE BUILDING!
She tapped on the window of the 4th floor classroom (the floors had like 20ft ceilings, so, she was quite a ways up there), nearly making one student piss himself. They opened the window, she rolled through, onto the floor, and slid into her seat about five seconds before the professor opened the door to the classroom. 
He did a double take, started to say “How the hell d—” when a security guard ran in, red-faced and panting, pointed at her and bellowed “STOP DOING THAT!”

haedia:

thewolfofnibu:

stahscre4m:

there are guys in my dorm who decided to play cards in the elevator

see what intrigues me about college isn’t the intellectual pursuit or the bonding or whatever, its the fact that people have the freedom to do random shit like this

Okay, everybody, I have a story about random shit in college. When I was in college, there was a particular class I took where, no matter what time you walked into class, if you made it into the room before the professor, you wouldn’t be counted late. I mean, that’s a pretty cool policy, given how some professors are really obnoxious about attendance. 

Well, one time, a fellow student of mine was running late to class. As she reached the edge of the building, she saw her professor making it to the front steps (super long rectangular building here). He looks up from walking and he sees her. He then points to his watch, gives her a well-meaning “Look who’s late” face, and walks on inside.

What he didn’t know, though, was that this particular student was like freakishly good at bouldering and related climbing skills, so she was just like “Fuck it” and SCALED THE BUILDING!

She tapped on the window of the 4th floor classroom (the floors had like 20ft ceilings, so, she was quite a ways up there), nearly making one student piss himself. They opened the window, she rolled through, onto the floor, and slid into her seat about five seconds before the professor opened the door to the classroom. 

He did a double take, started to say “How the hell d—” when a security guard ran in, red-faced and panting, pointed at her and bellowed “STOP DOING THAT!”