Fund my top surgery!!!

Hi! I’m aiden, I’m trans masc and my chest dysphoria is killing me big time and as I continue my studies, it’ll become more and more difficult to find the time to get surgery (as well as hide that I’m trans) and it’s starting to weight on me and stress me out a lot.

I’m already working two jobs along with my studies and have so far raised 1000€ by myself! My total goal would be 5300€ (including the travel and hospital cost)

If anyone would be willing to help me and contribute here’s my kofi page (I also do commissions on @dreadfully-cryptic ):

https://ko-fi.com/dreadfully_cryptic

thebigcomed0wn:

thebigcomed0wn:

i have an opposite of bullying technique every artfight where i sniff out ppl who are like 13 and i mass compliment their stuff w a drawing. everyone should do this. get your friends to do it, like a biker gang

i articulated this rather sloppily so, agreeing with people in the tags, encouraging kids with ocs from fandoms you may have grown up with that were seen as “cringey” is incredibly cathartic. giving art to beginner or struggling artists boosts their spirit during artfight as well. you or a group of your friends showing anyone who might be ignored because of their interests or their skill not being “good enough” that You Care is just a cool thing to do and will probably make your younger self happy too. if you have the time, go for it!

sirfae:

demilypyro:

mlembug:

demilypyro:

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This tweet is laser targeted at me from 6 yrs ago

There must be something about gender and deodorants I do not understand.

When I was 7 and my sister asked me to pick a deodorant for myself and I picked the strawberry scented one she flipped out and angrily told me in all sorts of details that I should pick one for boys and I could not understand what is the connection between gender and strawberry.

Fast forward nearly two decades later and she’s the only family member I told directly to never be a part of my life ever again (not for this exact reason, there were a lot of them).

No see it’s simple girls smell like nice things like fruit and flowers and guys smell like. Uh. I dunno. Hardtack? Sharks?

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shanastoryteller:

electrificata:

wish i had a bit going where whenever i said “the prophecy” like three of my friends would repeat “the prophecy” in different tones while squinting into the distance and rubbing their chins like sages deep in thought. i would also do this for them, im a team player

okay, so, be me, 27 years old at the time, an adult by any definition in the world

be me at the los angeles zoo, one of my very favorite places in the world, because i love animals. i am immedietly 8 years old when presented with a little creature. i can’t help it. 

okay, wait, go back. we must establish two things for this to hit right

first: 

the year before, i’d gone to the san diego zoo with my aunt and grandma and! they let you feed giraffes there!! 

how wonderful a world and how wonderful a life, where for $10 I can hand feed a giant creature three crispy biscuits. i go “i am feeding the giraffes right now” and go in line to buy the biscuits and return moments later triumphant, 3 biscuits in my grasp

“oh good!” my grandmother says, “one for each of us!” 

“yes,” i say, despondent, “one for each of us.” 

i wanted to feed all three to the giraffes myself but since i am an actual adult and not a child i do not say this and share the biscuits 

second: 

my friend group echoes. a lot

someone tells a story and ends it with “and that’s what happened!” and the rest of us will repeat “and that’s what happened!” 

often in unison. and it’s constant, all the time, even to little stuff. often said in the tone of “they don’t even have dental” 

ok, so we’re back at the los angeles zoo. they have opened the giraffe feeding 

i am not going to be thwarted again 

my two friends (K and M) get in line to feed them and i go to buy the biscuits. i return with nine biscuits because i am going to give the giraffes three biscuits myself and i do not want to hear a word of protest. i am being fair. i am being equitable. i am sharing. no one can judge me 

“wow!” says K. “that’s a lot of biscuits!” 

“the cult provides,” i say generously, handing over their share, because what is a friend group if not a small cult 

and then, automatically, in unison, like they have so many times before and thinking nothing of what exactly they’re saying, M and K reply, “the cult provides” 

two different people in line turn to stare at us while we all blink at each other and then M nervously shouts, “we are definitely not in a cult!” which sounds like something someone who is in a cult might say 

and ever since it’s been a running bit where one person says “the cult ____” and everyone echoes it as seriously as possible, no matter where we are or who we’re around

which is to say, OP, that you could be living the dream if your friends weren’t cowards 

quantumshade:

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in judaism, dance means freedom

jojo rabbit (2019), dir. taika waititi // hey alma articles by emily burack and molly tolsky // two rabbis, becca walker and her wife ariella rosen, dance the hora at their wedding // vintage tshirt with quote attributed to jewish anarchist emma goldman // still dancing: an interview with illya kaminsky

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