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This was very educational and helpful!!!!!!

Thank you <3

Genuine question?? Im a 19 y/o lesbian and ?? I dont find p*nis attractive does that make me a TERF?

I’m happy you sent this ask, because it’s a perfect place to talk about how someone can get hurt, feel wronged, and become susceptible to extremist recruiting.

First off, treat this as a simple yes or no question, asked with zero surrounding context, the platonic idea of penis preference if you will. “I don’t find penises attractive” is not a sentiment that makes you a TERF. You’re okay not liking them. My nonbinary wife doesn’t particularly like them, yet they are married to me (who has one) and we love each other more than anything in the world. 

In fact, in the abstract, I don’t like ‘em much either, and I own one! Ridiculous looking thing, wish I didn’t have to deal with it. A general dislike of genitals doesn’t make you a TERF… not by itself.

Now, here is where the critical thinking comes in, because if you posted something like that on Tumblr or something, it has a different context. You might not even know! It could be a totally innocent mistake, and it happens, and some women either get criticized in ways that makes them feel attacked, or actually attacked because you never know if what you post online is hitting someone on a bad day or a good day. 

The context first of all is, without any clarifying statements, saying you don’t like a genital could imply you’re reducing anyone with that particular set of genitals down to their genitals only. And it could result in either someone telling you it sounds TERFy (if they’re trying to be gentle) or calling you a TERF (if they’re out of spoons) because that’s what TERFs do. Here’s where it becomes a recruit pitch.

You say “I don’t like penises.” This doesn’t mean you’re saying you dislike trans women (not all of whom have penises anyway), but if you get the above lecture/yelling, a radfem can come along and empathetically agree how unfair it is that someone made you hurt for saying you don’t like a genital, and it’s not fair to tell a lesbian she has to sleep with a male or she’s a TERF and- OH WAIT A MINUTE!

Hold up, it looks like they were just being nice but wait wait, they just slid cozily from “it’s okay not to like a penis” to “anyone with a penis is male.” See that? Like a sleight of hand, once you’ve agreed with that premises, saying “I don’t like penises” suddenly becomes attached to “and anyone with a penis is male.”

Alright now in context, going back this kind of equivalency is so common with radfems that at this point saying you don’t like a genital is what we call a dogwhistle. It’s a phrase which is seemingly innocent, and can be innocent, which has been so widely appropriated by a hate group that it carries extra connotations in a certain context. Contexts like posting on Tumblr, which happens to have a particularly large trans population.

Now you can’t know every single dogwhistle because that’s the whole reason they exist - so normal people don’t spot someone’s bigotry and it looks like a disenfranchised group is getting angry over an innocent statement.

And lastly, which you probably already know, but generally not being interested in something doesn’t have to equate to disliking anyone with that trait, or even not being attracted to someone with that trait. I bring this up because the difference between a lesbian who just generally doesn’t like genital and a TERF is that the TERF things anyone with a penis is automatically bad and a male and probably reading this right now thinks I’m saying you have to have sex with men or like penises, somehow, despite saying exactly the opposite.

You may have a general preference, but in practice I’m sure you’ve already found a difference between “I am physically attracted to how this person looks” and “Holy shit I am in love this person is amazing and everything about them is beautiful.” If you haven’t had that experience yet, I can promise you some day you will. Not necessarily over genitals, but some day someone will come into your life and you’ll love every part of them whether or not it’s something you normally find abstractly attractive.

Keep your heart open to love, keep your mind open to constructive criticism, and you’ll never be a radfem or TERF or SWERF or whatever. That’s all.

✧your local dumbass✧

4chan is at it fucking again

4chan is at it fucking again tw: transphobia and slurs v

🟥 and 🟧⬛️ are now apparently being used by TERFs, as well as this horseshit. Supergay/superstraight/superlesbian/superbi just means “transphobe”, heads up

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So, I was reading this post by @modordracena about DP AUs where ghosts get swapped out for some other kind of monster. Absently, not intending on creating anything, I started thinking about Danny as different fantasy creatures – and, somehow, my brain got stuck on centaurs.

Which, not the worst idea, right?

[Image description: A greyscale drawing of Danny Fenton as a rearing centaur, grinning and pumping a fist victoriously. The fur of the horse half is black, with a white sock on each leg. The background reads, in large letters, "Half human, half horse." End image description.]

But then I started thinking... The halves are there, all the time, connected. Unlike with for example werewolves, there is no transformation happening. Danny is stuck with the horse half.

How does he hide it.

I ended up creating something after all:

[ID: A drawing of Sam, centaur Danny, and Tucker. Sam and Danny are freaking out about Danny's horse half. Sam gestures at his legs and says, "Holy shit you're a horse!" Danny yells "I'm a horse!" Tucker, smiling, corrects them: "A centaur!" End ID.]

[ID: Danny is anxiously jumping from foot to foot, which makes Tucker step out of the way with a "Whoa!" Danny wails: "My parents hate centaurs! What do I do?" Sam looks at him thoughtfully and says: "Hm... I might have an idea." End ID.]

[ID: A box in the upper left corner reads "Soon:" Danny is looking down at himself with an uncertain grimace. An obviously handmade horse head has been connected to his front. It has a mane made of yarn and its eyes are green buttons. There is a bright green saddle where Danny's human half connects to his horse half. A boot has been put into the stirrup, with a fabric fake leg coming from inside it and wrapping around Danny. All in all, it kind of looks as if Danny is a human riding a horse – only he is sitting on the base of the horse's neck instead of on its back, and his legs and the horse's head are obviously not real. Danny asks: "Are you sure this will work?" A speech bubble from Sam's direction says: "Of course it will!" A bubble from Tucker's direction says: "Not like we have better ideas!" End ID.]

[ID: Bird's-eye view of a street. Danny is standing in front of the Fenton home. He is wearing the disguise from the previous panel and contemplates the stairs that lead to the front door. End ID.]

[ID: Carefully, Danny enters. He is too tall for the door, which makes getting in even harder. Someone yells his name, which makes him hit his head on the doorframe. Maddie is looking up at him with an angry expression. She asks: "What are you doing?" End ID.]

[ID: Danny looks at the horse head and sweats nervously. He sweats even more as he looks to Maddie and gestures at the head. Uncertainly, he says: "Riding a horse?" End ID.]

[ID: "Obviously!" Maddie tells him, and Danny stares. Maddie continues: "Why are you doing it indoors?" End ID.]

[ID: Maddie looks away, shadows covering her eyes. "And..." She looks up again, and she is smiling and her eyes are huge and sparkly. She has a hand on her heart. "When did you get into riding?" she asks. A text with an arrow pointing to her reads: "former horse girl." End ID.]

She's so happy that he's found such a nice hobby for himself

also tangentially related to my last post - someone i worked with years ago told me about this thing she always tried to do. she said that every so often, when she's with a friend, she let's a stranger 'overhear' a compliment. she'll go to the shop and, as she's walking away from the till, she'll say something like 'that cashier was so lovely, weren't they?'. or she'll wait until someone walks past and say 'gosh didn't they look gorgeous in that dress' or 'their hair looks amazing' or 'wow that person's tattoos were so intricate - beautiful'.

and it really stuck with me. imagine walking past someone and overhearing them say 'that outfit really suits them!' to their friend. imagine choosing to shine a little light into the world for no other reason than because you think it's a nice thing to do.

hmmm this his dark materials fanmade animated trailer is the most beautiful thing I’ve seen this year… wow

Directed by Louis HOLMES, Agathe LEROUX and Léa REY—MAUZAIZE

cat october, part four ^^

You know those anime meta posts along the lines of “I was born with pink hair. The doctors told my parents I was a Main Character and ever since my life has not known peace from demons/spirits/sports competitions/harems who find me”

Well I see that, and I raise you this:

An anime boy whose appearance is, by absolutely anyone’s account, completely and utterly average. Mundane hair. Mundane eyes. Not even glasses to set him the tiniest bit apart. A simple, unmemorable, unrecognizable civilian among a backdrop of millions.

And he has a lot of passions, and a lot of ambitions, which he hones every chance he gets. He’s dabbled in sports and archery and cooking and just about anything you could wrap a competition around. And he’s competed in many of these. Every chance he gets. With all of his passion and all of his might.

He’s crushed by the competition every single time.

Until one day–one day something clicks for him. Something that should have seemed obvious from the start and yet never was–as though everyone, including himself, was unwittingly blind to it. It clicks, when he realizes every kid who’s beaten him in competition, every kid who’s gone on to fame and glory and acclaim, has been some candy-haired gel-spiked ridiculously-dressed fucker. 

There’s some trend there that this Main Character boy can’t explain and can’t understand but he decides, this one time, fuck it. He’ll play along too. He’s got a model train competition in four days, and he’s got nothing more to lose. He hits up the department store, buys the pinkest, noxious-est, fruitiest hair dye he can find, the spikiest hair gel available, and the gaudiest clothes on the thrift rack. He enters the model train competition looking like a bubble gum gijinka.

And he wins.

Suddenly, the other candy-haired contestants notice him. They talk to him. They pledge rivalries. Girls notice him. Judges applaud him. Acclaimed model train aficionados offer him internships across the world. He’s hit on something. 

The main cast expands to cover just about every candy-hair cliche in the book: from the mostly-normal-looking demure school girl with the blue hair to the Naruto-est, yelling-est boy with the red-and-green spiked hair. The cool megane senpais, the purple haired tsunderes, suddenly everyone is interested in him. They’re prodigies and upstarts and underdogs and they truly believe that this main character boy is one of them.

So the main character boy maintains his ruse. He touches up his roots at dawn every morning and carefully attends to his gelled spikes and tells absolutely no one about this great, uncanny, unfathomable secret he’s stumbled upon. He wins his competitions left and right. He racks up the acclaim. He’s hailed as a prodigy of all trades, just now bursting onto the scene, and boils to the top of all his candy-haired peers.

He’s rising up, his every dream within his grasp. Until one day he gets a note under his door, taped to an old picture of his Normal Boring self from middle school, that says “You don’t belong”