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Oh my god the way non transsexuals have come to use AFAB and AMAB is unfuckingreal. Just witnessed local queer community discourse cuz someone put up a local ad saying they were looking for a “female AFAB performer” and a “male AMAB performer” and you fucking know they thought they were being sooo progressive there. I’ve seen so many non trans kweers and leftists become SO comfortable resorting to blatant sex based segregation and bioessentialist rhetoric under the guise of progressive trans-friendly activist language with AFAB and AMAB being the very obvious new female and male. The rise of “AFAB-only events” “women and AFAB groups” “no AMABs” shit etc, even saw a trans guy recently complaining about a kink event being “AMAB only,” it’s just fucking awfullllllll like… This anti-trans bioessentialism has always been an issue obviously but man am I tired of it being wrapped up in the current progressive language. Once more y’all found a way to boil us down to our natal genitals but this time you’re allies for it. Super cool. We seriously need to return to the CAFAB/CAMAB/“coercive assignment” language that was largely dropped due to it being too “extreme” and making people uncomfortable again lol. And maybe even start exclusively referring to these terms as past tense to keep y’all remembering that this was genital-based categorization thrust upon us (sometimes physically violently so in the case of intersex folk), a literal tangible action, rather than an active, immutable aspect of current identity. Jesus.

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I colored it and I hate it but here's Clarissa 💔

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There is one particular ship dynamic that never fails to wreck me, and I’ll call it Soulmates, But Not Like That. Not in a “some higher power has decided that we are destined to be together” way, but something that is almost the opposite of that. It’s that character who has been alone for a long time, and has maybe convinced themselves that they will be alone forever, and who has a lot of barriers to intimacy with most of the people around them, for whatever the relevant narrative reasons are. And then they just happen to cross paths with this ONE FUCKING PERSON who works for them, through some very specific combination of personality and circumstance and life experience and mutually compatible damage. And there is always the shock of what are the fucking odds, and underneath everything the terror of what if this doesn’t last. what if there’s no one else. I would just go back to being alone. I don’t know if I could do that after knowing this. Because when you finally let down that wall of emotional self-sufficiency the thought of having to put it back up again is painful. And in real life I don’t at all believe that there is only One Designated Person for anyone, but in fiction I do tend to gravitate toward characters who believe themselves to be The Only One in some way, and I will always be emotionally compromised by that dawning sense of oh. You are like me.

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(actually it’s canon …)

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