Your time has come…
MY TIME HAS COME
i’m so jealous of people who can play piano because you can show off your skills so subtly, like, oh there’s a piano here i’ll tap out a fun song. but with any other instrument it’s like HERE I’LL JUST WHIP OUT MY VIOLA or GOOD THING I BROUGHT MY FRENCH HORN HERE WITH ME
IVE BEEN CARRYING THIS UPRIGHT BASS AROUND FOR JUST THIS MOMENT
#OKAY BUT HERE’S THE THING#i’ve played flute for a half dozen years or so#and i tried picc once or twice but last year i became my band’s Official Picc Player and i got my picc and it’s. so small. omg.#like i’m talking the picc is maybe ten inches and the case is set up so it’s maybe eight inches across it’s TINY#and right when i got the picc i was in the midst of hoodie weather#and i had this new hoodie that had a huge front pocket and i loved it#so i had my picc and i was hurrying somewhere and needed both my hands so i just shoved the piccolo in the hoodie pocket#and i kind of forgot about it (as much as you can forget putting an instrument in your pocket) but then in my english class#someone was making jokes about band kids and how obsessed they are#and they went ‘i wouldn’t be surprised if jaz had an instrument right now’#and it was just one of those moments where like#the stars aligned#everything was perfect#and i just went ‘well actually’#and pulled the piccolo out of my pocket#and the entire room LOST IT (via officialseancassidy)
thinkin about how when i was 16 i asked my mom to give me permission to get a sherlock tattoo and she was adamant in refusing no matter how much i begged. like…. u saved me, mom. you saved me in every way you can save another human being
Watch: A TV host brilliantly shut down his audience for laughing at a male domestic violence survivor
(While host Jeremy Kyle’s response to this particular incident was a strike against sexism, it’s worth noting he doesn’t have a perfect track record the issue.)
The best thing about art right now is that teenage girls can make art in their bedrooms on their computers and reach thousands of people through social media. And be successful.
Trust me the art elitists hate that. You are changing everything don’t ever stop.
i just wanted to clarify some things
artists know the risk they are taking when they post their art online. people are inevitably going to take it apart, color edit it, flip it around or otherwise post it uncredited.
saying that an artist shouldn’t post their work if they don’t want it bastardized is probably the stupidest stance on this subject you could take. if all artists followed this line of reasoning, there would be no art on the internet.
when an artist posts their work, they are trusting you to enjoy it respectfully. and when you betray that trust either knowingly or unknowingly, it’s like saying the artist’s time, skills and thoughts aren’t worth anything.
you are NOT entitled to an artists work just because they decided to trust you enough to share it with you.
an artist is within their right to feel upset that someone has used their work in a way they never intended it to be used. they are within their right to ask for it to stop and not happen again.
just because it’s “bound to happen” doesn’t mean it’s any less deplorable.
That’s called victim blaming when you tell ab artist they should have expected to have their art soiled.
Gender euphoria is a concept that was made to be the opposite of gender dysphoria and describe the strong feeling of happiness that trans people experience when they’re being treated as their true gender. For some people, this feeling can be an indicator of being trans.
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PROMOTE GENDER EUPHORIA
OKAY BUT FOR REAL, THIS IS INCREDIBLE. This is my first time coming across this term and I cannot even begin to explain how happy this makes me. Gender euphoria fits my experience so much better than gender dysphoria, a term I came across CONSTANTLY when trying to figure out who I was.
Throughout my life, I never had any noticeable dysphoria. I didn’t feel I was stuck in the wrong body and I wasn’t terribly self conscious about my chest. It wasn’t until I was in a group webcam chat that I even began to consider I might be trans.
Someone “mistook” me for a boy…and they were fairly confident about it too. Others in the chat corrected them, but it wasn’t until I told them myself, ‘Oh, yeah, I’m a girl.’ that they accepted it. But the thing that clicked in that moment was this alien feeling of absolute JOY being recognized as a boy. It honestly took me off guard. The further I went along in life, the more I yearned for and sought out retail workers that would call me sir and comments from my brother saying I look like a guy in photos. One time I was sick and someone said my voice was deep enough to be a guy’s, and suddenly, I could not stop talking. Those little things just made me so happy.
But for the longest time I doubted myself, and one of the reasons was because of the term ‘gender dysphoria’. From everything I was reading online, it seemed to me that gender dysphoria was the ONLY way you could be trans. And that screwed me over for a long time. I doubted myself a lot and even started to hate myself a little bit because I could’t let the idea of myself being trans go. (it also didn’t help that I was genderfluid, with an occasional lean towards being female, but that’s a whole ‘nother confusing addition to the pile of self doubt.) I eventually said screw it, I’ve had these feelings for long enough and strong enough, but it wasn’t a fun process getting to this point.
I guess what I’m trying to say with this incredibly condensed story of my life, is that gender EUPHORIA should be just as widespread as gender DYSPHORIA. It would help so many people like myself who were so confused for so long.
Being refered to as she,
Shaving my legs for the first time,
Wearing silicon breast forms,
These are all things that made me feel extremely happy.
Gender euphoria is a real thing.
