skylark11:

beverlystokes:

policymic:

"Masculinity is a trait, not a gender"

In an effort to both allocate space for and document the existence of masculine women, photographer Meg Allen created a powerful series of portraits for an exhibit at Cafe Gabriela in Oakland, Calif.

Entitled BUTCH, Allen’s series not only represents genderqueer women for a broader, heteronormative audience, but reaffirms butch identity within the queer community at a time when “butch flight,” or gender transitioning, is arguably becoming more and more commonplace. It is, as Allen says on her website, “an homage to the bull-daggers and female husbands before me, and to the young studs, gender queers and bois who continue to bloom into the present.”

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These are some good looking folks

This is all I have ever wanted to see. My butch friends may sometimes get “Why don’t you just become a man?” in the same way folks would tell me “Why don’t you just be a butch lesbian?” Because masculinity and gender identity are two totally separate bubbles, that for some become a venn diagram, and for others, coexist peacefully inside of us.

Two things can exist independently, and coexist peacefully. Gender identity and masculinity/femininity/androgyny.

(via vegan-vulva)

molebucks:

treat me like a college textbook. spend lots of money on me but never touch or look at me

helloradness:

i dont know what my aesthetic is but im pretty sure it’s exactly this tweet

helloradness:

i dont know what my aesthetic is but im pretty sure it’s exactly this tweet

(Source: gaydicks420, via empresspinto)

halfaleagueonward:

We all need our fairy tales.

halfaleagueonward:

We all need our fairy tales.

(via feministjewishfangirl)

Arizona holding babies

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randomeclectica:

Sheep and Standing Stone, Avenbury, England
Photo: http://www.barryandersen.com; Photographer: Barry Andersen

randomeclectica:

Sheep and Standing Stone, Avenbury, England

Photo: http://www.barryandersen.com; Photographer: Barry Andersen

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ybee:

there she is

ybee:

there she is

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"

wanna know what’s funny about transgender jokes?

Chicks with dicks, dudes with boobs?
No.
That’s not the funny part.

The funniest part is

The fact we get up in the morning and get too scared to look in the mirror in case we get overwhelmed with dysphoria, OBSESSED with looking like the gender we are inside but irritated because we feel like we can’t, to the point where we hide from our own reflection.
The fact that we barely want to leave our house sometimes because we don’t want to answer the daily pestering questions. “Are you a boy or a girl?”
The fact that needing to use to the bathroom in a public place is like waking a sleeping dog.
The fact that we have to be ashamed of our own natural bodies and wonder why a God would ever do this to us.
The fact that your options are: coming out and swearing that you were born with the same sex as your gender, or locking it away and not telling a soul.
The fact that we have to hide from the world, one way or another, because people aren’t ready for the “diversity” we bring.
The fact that my friend thought ‘transgender’ meant I was born with no genitals.
The fact that I am notorious in my town, and I can’t walk out the door without being asked why I want to be a boy if I’m really a girl? Why I don’t just identify as lesbian and move on.
The fact that shower time equals to “put a towel over the mirror just so you don’t have to look at yourself” time.

The fact that sometimes, I feel okay. Sometimes I accept that my body is my body. That I was born like this. 
Sometimes I can respect myself, because I know that one day, I’ll become who I need to be. 
There’ll be no more questions. 
No more insults. 
No more misunderstanding. 
No more mis-pronoun-ing. 
No more suicidal thoughts. 
No more self loathing. 
No more of people looking at me like I’m some sort of freak. 
No more complicated relationships with people who can’t help putting someone’s body before their everything else. 
No more cutting. 
No more worries.

But as the day progresses, I remember that people already do look at me differently.
I remember that, if I ever fall in love, I’ll have to find someone who doesn’t care that I don’t have the “parts” to be a man- someone who can understand that I AM TWICE THE MAN as the guy who just told me that I’ll never be one, so why don’t I just give up?
I remember that I’ll never have kids of my own. 
I remember that having a sexual relationship will be near impossible for years to come. 
I remember that I’m too weak and feminine to fight. 
I remember that I am still my birth-name to every register I’m in.
I remember that I look twelve years old and I will still look twelve years old when I am 19.
I remember that I am PATHETIC without my masculinity. 
I remember that people will never understand how worthless I feel- how much i’d rather be anyone else.

wanna know what’s funny about transgender jokes?

Nothing.

"

— "Trans Jokes"- Cody Woods (via immakinggingerbreadcookies)

(via lifesizehysteria)