The Truth Between
Cishets are like small children, you have to take their hand and show them how to do everything and teach them everything they want to know or they throw a fit and beat their little fists on you until you’re a puddle on the ground.
Alternatively all cis people can be like this with trans* stuff because frankly I’ve met some pretty trans-ignorant gay and bi people who have similar attitudes.
Which is a shame because I get liking to fit in but do you have to fit in by adopting their entitled feelings?
Bluh.
There’s also the fun part where they will, inevitably, always say, “LABELS DONT MATTERRR WE’RE ALL HUMAN” when you try to explain things to them.
In the note of “labels don’t matter” how do you explain that labels DO matter? I was talking to my sister about it, and she’s all “why do people insist on labeling themselves, labels don’t matter, we’re all human” and I couldn’t think of how to explain it.
I just know that I find comfort in my labels, as well as finding it easier to seek commonalities with other people. But she’s all, “people are people” and as we’re both cis, I don’t know how to explain it. She understands labeling of sexuality, but not gender identity.
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- Me: L, what's this?
- L: Tow.
- Me: Yeah, and what's a cow say?
- L: *silence*
- Me: What's a cow say?
- L, duh tone: Moo.
So my niece was reading the word “Acer” off my laptop…
“A… two… B… chicken!”
Then she was counting:
“One, two, three, four, chicken, seven.”
Zodiac Virgo facts.
So I’m reading a story where Castle and Beckett get high for an undercover and I think it’s my favorite thing to ever happen in Castle fanfic.
People who use the word “cunt” in smutfics have a special place in my heart. Mmmmyes.
- the meaning behind my url: it’s part of a line from a poem I wrote. The full line is “They don’t see the truth between / The lines we draw left us unclean”
- weakness: so many. So, so many. Agoraphobia, social anxiety, depression, lack of definitive talent in anything useful
- why i love my best friend: because he is awesome and insane and always there for me if I need him
- last time i cried and why: yesterday after leaving the food bank, because I was having a release-of-tension panic attack
- piercings i have: ears, nose, lip
- favourite band(s): Hanson, Sick Puppies
- biggest turn off: body odor
- tattoos i want: Oblivion symbol
- biggest turn on: suggestive/dirty talk, nipples, confidence
- age: 26
- ideas of a perfect date: it’s honestly not something I particularly think about
- life goal(s): stay-at-home wife/mother and/or own a sex toy site/store
- piercings i want: Industrial, Christina
- relationship status: single
- favourite movie: For Lovers Only, Underworld, there are others but I can’t think of them off the top of my head
- phobia: spiders, dogs, absolute darkness
- middle name: Elizabeth
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So today was interesting and stressful.
I got Adam to take me to the food bank. I’ve spent the last six months gathering my courage to go. Their website says they’re open from 9-11:30am, so we get there around 10:30, and are told that the hours have changed, they’re open from noon to 2:30. So we decide to come back instead of lining up, because it’s produce that they run out of and I just wanted the non-perishable hamper.
So we get back in the car to leave, and I freaked out. Like, shaking, hyperventilating, crying, etc. Poor Adam didn’t know what to do, so he just held my hand while we drove.
I calmed down and we ran some errands, then went back to his place and I played Fallout: New Vegas while he made some calls.
Around two, we headed back to the food bank, I registered and got a hamper, and how it’s set up, you go in, show your ID, and there’s a shelf of personal items (mostly soap and deodorant) that you can help yourself to (I passed) then you get the hamper, then you go down to the end and there’s another shelf of specialty items (sauces, condensed milk and candy, mostly) so I got a bag of dark chocolate acai blueberry candies and since nobody else was there, we were talking to the guy there, and I explained that it took me six months to be able to work myself up to coming in, and then he asked me if I liked candy. Thinking it was kind of a random question, I said yes, and he starts rooting around in this box and comes up with this giant, double-handed fist of chocolate bars and dumps them in my purse LOL
But yeah, they were SUPER nice, and he even told me to come in Thursday evenings instead of afternoons, because there’s not many people who come in in the evenings, so it might be easier for me.
All in all, it was a really good experience, even tho I am still feeling residual anxiety from the day.