The earth is not a cold, dark place.

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My name is Crissy. I am 19 years old. I like animals, the internet, video games, photo manipulation, literature, fashion, beauty, ancient history and mythology. I am a Cosmetology student at Vanguard Paul Mitchell and my heart is way bigger than I'd like it to be.

It is reassuring that they see nothing that makes them uncomfortable. They can see my small scars and that’s it. Everything else is just Mommy, the same as she always was. And they know that I love them and will do anything to be with them as long as I can. On a personal note, I do not feel any less of a woman. I feel empowered that I made a strong choice that in no way diminishes my femininity.

—Angelina Jolie on her choice to get a preventative double mastectomy (x)

(Source: queen-angelina, via latterman)

87daysbefore:

norsegays:

astrolope:

People being angry about ~dem gays~ on Target’s Facebook.

I just want to give my two cents on this and tell you a story.

A couple weeks ago, I was hired at Target. I have a job at Target. Not a big deal right?

It is a big deal because i’m a transman

It doesn’t take a genius to conclude that it’s hard for me, my brothers, and sisters to get a job. There are legal restraints regarding the job and if you don’t pass, it’s hard to be taken seriously at a job interview.

Right on the application, it asks what your preferred name is. It also asks if there is anything that target should know. I put the fact that I am a transman, expecting not to get a call because usually when you put that down, people will throw out the application. I got TWO interviews.

At the interview, they asked me about it. I told them I am on hormones and they told me that they didn’t care. Not in the sense that they don’t emotionally care, but that it didn’t matter. I was male and that’s all that mattered. They also told me that they give sex same couples benefits in states that do not recognize them as a married couple.

At my job orientation, I was not misgendered once. Even my supervisors who weren’t sure of my gender avoided pronoun use, which I found only happens when you’ve had pronoun training. They gave me a name tag with my preferred name and didn’t ask questions. I felt safe and respected, which is huge for a trans* person.

TLDR: Target is amazing not just for the LGB, but also the T. Shop there for the rest of your life.

as much as it’s a stressful job, target is the best place i’ve ever worked and they care about their employees so much. you can literally go back to target and start working again whenever. they don’t just drop you. god i love target.

graceebooks:

men at large feel like they are being robbed of something when an attractive woman with a 90% chance of developing breast cancer gets a double mastectomy

what better illustration of the male sense of sexual entitlement do you need

(via zoeyrawr)

opalmind:

I can’t remember whether I ever posted this, but I just found it again tucked into my journal. It was song wrote by my nine year old sister for her ‘girl band’, under no influence of any adults or me at all. The start was all this crazy shit like “I’m called a christmas elf/ but it ain’t christmas/ i’m just a person/ who was shrinked by/ alice in wonderland/ and a crazy rabbit/ so there ain’t no name strong enough/ to change your personality”, I’ve lost most of it. This picture above however, was the chorus (along with a bridge of “sing it dogs! come on come on, sing it cats!). It’s kinda crazy because it’s a 9 year old writing a daft little song, but I thought it was so fantastic how she was writing about “even if you’re labelled this, you aren’t this”, it can almost be brought into a gender queer conversation, or any conversation on societies labels. It’s just one of my favourite things I own, so cute and funny and yet… a nine year knows we don’t all identify with the labels we’re given, why the hell don’t most adults? 

opalmind:

I can’t remember whether I ever posted this, but I just found it again tucked into my journal. It was song wrote by my nine year old sister for her ‘girl band’, under no influence of any adults or me at all. The start was all this crazy shit like “I’m called a christmas elf/ but it ain’t christmas/ i’m just a person/ who was shrinked by/ alice in wonderland/ and a crazy rabbit/ so there ain’t no name strong enough/ to change your personality”, I’ve lost most of it. This picture above however, was the chorus (along with a bridge of “sing it dogs! come on come on, sing it cats!). It’s kinda crazy because it’s a 9 year old writing a daft little song, but I thought it was so fantastic how she was writing about “even if you’re labelled this, you aren’t this”, it can almost be brought into a gender queer conversation, or any conversation on societies labels. It’s just one of my favourite things I own, so cute and funny and yet… a nine year knows we don’t all identify with the labels we’re given, why the hell don’t most adults? 

(via batticus--witch)

uk-the-uke:

slenclerman:

reasons to date me:
-i can pick stuff up with my feet sometimes
-ive never killed a man (yet)
-i once got 95% on guitar hero
-you can play with my hair
-im cheaper than a puppy

And don’t forget:

-Can hold breath for 30 seconds

-has begginers luck

-eats

-sleeps

-blogs

(via step-to-the-side)