It has “traditional men’s,” “traditional women’s,” and “whatever” clothes sections. There are posters converting men’s and women’s clothing sizes. Each stack of clothing item has both sizing systems on it. They carry a wider range of sizes than usual, with lots of extra small clothes in the “traditional men’s” section and extra large/extra tall clothes in the “traditional women’s” section. They have shoes in all sizes. The dressing rooms are gender neutral. There are binders, gaffes, breast forms, and packers, with leaflets on how to use them. There’s a section with makeup and jewelry. The staff are friendly and knowledgeable. There’s a stack of handouts with transgender resources that people can take home for free. There are bookshelves with transgender books you can buy, as well as a small library. No one is gendered, and people can buy whatever they want without judgement.
being mentally ill is just being fed up with your own shit 24/7 like oh my god are we really going to do this again can I have like one hour of peace just one fucking hour oh my god p l e a s e
I feel like neurotypical ppl tend to underestimate MI ppls level of self-awareness abt our disorders. Like, believe you me, I am well aware that my brain is a rampant shitshow. That doesn’t mean I can make it stop doing shit though.
we need conversion therapy to be illegal. we need parents to go to jail for doing this to their children. we need providers of conversion therapy to go to jail for offering a service that abuses and kills lgbt people. conversion therapy is a hate crime.
There was a lovely film made in 1935, starring Errol Flynn and Olivia de Haviland, called Captain Blood. It is the story of a doctor convicted of treason for medically treating a member of the Monmouth Rebellion. His punishment is to be sent to Port Royal as a slave. He escapes and becomes a pirate on the high seas, who forms a curious democratic brotherhood with his crew.
In the film, men are compensated for their service by being paid a portion of the booty. There is a sliding scale based upon injuries received- if a man loses an arm he received x, and a leg, y, and so forth. In one scene, the resident miscreant and liar decides that he will shoot himself in the foot to gain the slight boost in his salary. He shoots off his pinky toe.
When he goes up to collect his earnings, the first officer admonishes him: “You should’ve shot out your brains and left your toe for thinking with”
Stupid men think they are being clever. They almost always shoot themselves in the foot.
I am Silver Tongue, I am an artist. I have many characters and you can check out my art in the art tag. I occasionally practice witchcraft though I don't do anything too complicated. I am girl 2 and don't know what else to put here.
