Manifesting .2

Nothing matters, no one cares. Who wakes up screaming out your name when you are gone? Nothing matters, no one cares. It will end, Always the same way it began.

'Cause nothing matters. And no one cares. How does one tell the difference between the Sun and other stars? Distance matters, so does time. Who wakes up crying in the night when we're all gone?

This picture is to remind me never to postpone a milestone -post again 😅

 THANK YOU ALL FOR FOLLOWING ME!

People point out the dreadful John/Joan case, (dr. Money did do useful research in his time too, but, ew) and somehow frame it as evidence against trans people. Absurd, since the results are actually proof, that neither sex & biological factors, nor the environment (upbringing, social roles etc.) affect our gender -just the extend to which we're comfortable expressing & discussing it. Poor David was a boy. He didn't turn into a girl, despite the sex reassignment surgeries, and being shoved into the feminine mold by his social surroundings. Which made him extremely uncomfortable. (I won't go into details, the life of the Reimer twins was a tragedy, but do read up, if you're interested.)

I've heard some extreme people claim we're 'making people (think they're) trans', or encouraging children to have surgery. I've never heard this happen, but it exists in these people's minds. I would agree; it's a terrible idea to actively try & change someone's gender experience. We shouldn't be messing with children's healthy genitals. No one should be forced to abide by gender roles. Thing is, that's exactly what the world is currently doing to many trans & intersex (as well as cis) kids. I wish the general public would understand how crucial this is.

My website got a full makeover this summer. It’s now running again, (under a new address, so make sure to get it right) The shop is closed & will stay that way, until the medieval festival is over. I apologize for any inconveniences.

Government: work from home

me: works 10 hours a day

also me: feels intensely unaccomplished

He pressed the knife against my shoulder plate. I hissed quietly, and focused on my breathing. The glowing blade ran across my back, but the man was hesitating. I shifted. A little flinch, a drop of black..  The knife clanged on the table.  I sighed and turned to sit up. Wrapping my arms around him I grabbed the blade, and ran it lightly from his pelvis to his ear, dipping through the skin ever so slightly. His eyes were closed.  I lowered the knife to my thigh. There we drew a wandering line, cutting deeper into my flesh than was good for me. I didn't care. I loved this, loved him. Loved his blood, dripping into mine & burning my veins like my fingers burnt his skin.

Apparently I’ve recently done something shameful, dark and extremely unchristian, that sparked this series of anons..

Anyway, don’t pray for my soul. It gives me nightmares 😉

~𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔦𝔡𝔡𝔩𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔞𝔫 𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢, 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨 𝔱𝔬 𝔢𝔫𝔡