THIS IS WHY I SAY NO GENDER AND NOT AGENDER BECAUSE YES FOR ME IT MEANS THE SAME
BUT I DONT WANT THE LABEL BECAUSE LABELLING MY GENDER FEELS ICKY
I think personal labels can be useful for “there’s a word for it”, “I’m not alone”, and “oh neat, I know what to put in a search engine now” reasons, but I also think they can be troublesome.
Plenty of people won’t fit 100% neatly into a label, and when they encounter a rare exception to what is otherwise an accurate label for them, it can feel like an identity crisis.
The labels aren’t literally what you are. They’re words. They’re meant to assist communication and organization, not to control you.
uhm.. uhm actually.. you see..
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that’s actually……
that’s actually pretty gay………………..
I can’t help but hopefully others can!
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This made me feel really happy ❤️
To my uk trans people and allies out there.
i took one and it said i was aroace that was on wiki how so may i reccomend
Just took an Are You Gay? quiz for the funzies and it told me I was straight
Goodbye tumblr. I'm going to Instagram to post pictures of iced lattes, pyramid schemes and my nondescript white boyfriend 😔
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Hi. I am the proud mother of my beautiful daughter, grace helbet. At two weeks old, my daughter was diagnosed with sickle cell , my daughter almost died due to complications from this disease. She suffered ALOT, but the worst were the THREE strokes to the brain. She had to learn how to do everything over again and of course this required me being off of work. Because of the strokes she now has to have chronic transfusions. I was a teacher with BENEFITS to where if she was sick I could still get paid because I was on salary and had FML. But because she is disabled, the government said I made too much money and that if she was cut off her disability check she would lose her insurance. I wasn’t concerned about the money because I am able to work. But I am not able to pay for her medical expenses out of pocket and I was forced to resign so that my child could get the care she needed. My job had Blue Cross Blue Shield which would have been $200 to add her and it only allowed three hospital visits per year and if you are familiar with sickle cell, they stay in and out of the hospital. So that wouldn’t work. I got evicted because I was unable to work . now over 6 months i don't have job . No groceries. Bills past due and broke has me so down. An assist of any kind is such a blessing. I’m currently struggling with hospital bills and food. If you would love to contribute or just keep us in your prayers, we would greatly appreciate it! 💛 I appreciate anything Be blessed.
Sally names Percy for the happy ending she hopes he’ll get. she spends hours researching demigods and their ends. Heracles, poisoned and given immortality as a leash. Bellerophon, revered for his deeds and killed for his hubris. Achilles, feared by all yet slain in battle. none of those would be her boy. She names him Perseus, for his successes and his long life, and she hopes it will help protect him, this name.
Percy is thirteen, recently returned from his first week at Camp, when Sally calls him by his full name. what had caused it, she can't remember. all she can remember is her strict, "Perseus Jackson––" and her son's poorly hidden, full-bodied flinch.
Sally knew––gods, she knew––that he would face hardships. she knew he would have to learn to fight, to protect himself, to kill––but that knowledge hadn't been enough to dim her hope. it was that flinch, that fear that he'd quickly cleared from his eyes at hearing his own name, that started to eat away at her hope like rot.
we have “so you have chosen death. wrong house motherfucker.” and she starts playing when the bodies hit the floor
I have never seen something so true