Also known as Ily.
any genderqueer people in california? friends looking to make new friends, and or meet and hangout with cool people who are genderqueer males females inbetween. doesnt matter, repost to veryone everywhere all over the tumbleverse. people looking for cool people who dont fit anywhere into the usual cis/het/male/fem/ect label.
Yeah! I’m sure there are a lot, but since you can’t tell by looking at someone…hard to meet others.
I can’t tell if this picture looks appetizing or not…the sauce is a little chunky, but since it tasted good, maybe my judgement is clouded. Anyway, this is pasta with cashew cream, white beans, tempeh bacon, and baby kale. Inspired by a recipe from the random Family Circle magazines that arrive at my house unbidden.
I always use the cashew cream recipe from here. The other elements can be cooked according to package directions and combined.
I never liked fruit salad. Bor-ing. But put some vanilla almond yogurt on that shit, and suddenly it’s a taste sensation.
When mainstream environmental organizations have to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars to collate, maintain, cross-reference and publicize gigantic databases of which toxic chemicals linked to which health problems are found in which beauty products [link] can we PLEASE just admit that…
I’m starting to think that I may never “love my job”, no matter what it is. I resent having to be a wage slave under capitalism. I know that sounds dramatic, but I’m not capitalistic at all, and I don’t think it’s right that people have to do so many unproductive, pointless activities (usually to profit some other entity) just to have the basics in life. Even working in the non-profit sector, I’m pressured to exploit other people and go against my convictions. BUT, there may be moments in the job that I can enjoy, or certain parts of it, even if it depresses me as a concept. I’ll try to savor those as much as I can…
A somewhat arbitrary collection of my best and favorite posts from 5 years of blogging. It was a labor of love.
i need feminism as a genderqueer/trans masculine identified person because my body is still considered profane, dirty, and less-than for bleeding every month, because in order to achieve legitimacy i have to sacrifice my girlhood, my tenderness, and my femininity, because the standards of masculinity are so wrapped up in ideas of misogyny that my mind within this framework of breasts and uterus buzzes with insecurity and confusion.
I’ve always thought “genderfriend” was charming, but I like this too, maybe because my name has Em in it.
I’ve tried so hard to take cues from other people on how to act and what to say. But right now, it’s totally obvious that the people I’m trying to learn from are only making the situation worse. I don’t want to be aggressive, passive-aggressive, or in denial. I want to be calm and assertive. But when no one is willing or able to stand with me on that, I feel like I’m in the wrong. It’s late for someone with the flu, so I’ll try to elaborate more in a future post…
Yeah I so did this.
(via fuckyeahsubversivekawaii)
