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thebeardedmystery:

*person posts lengthy thing about how “we” (the entire LGBTQ community as if that was their fucking place) should just reclaim ‘she-male’*

*immediately unfollows that person*

Why is it such a bad thing if someone who is transgender or intersex wants to use that to describe themselves in the same exact manner that you use gay and queer (those were slurs not too long ago)? Why should we be condensing towards them by telling them to not use that label as if they don’t know any better?

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fuzzbutt07:

Merits of going over to my boyfriends house unannounced while he is asleep and letting myself in and crawling into bed with him? Discuss yay or nay!

The only difference between romantic and creepy is how hot the person is…

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Perks of being an observer among different circles of tumblr and the bear community

joshthebullpup:

So looking through the post of various people i follow, whether for porn or otherwise, i noticed something very interesting, at least for me anyways. This has probably been said and done but some of you may find a fresh perspective on the issue. this was written at like 1 AM so if there are some mistakes…sue me

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While that might be true but that behavior is prevalent in most social groupings that gather under an identity. It helps people cope with the complexity of sifting through people they want to interact with based on the identities we ascribe to them.

It also helps solidify the conformity and identity under said label. So my take is that it can be both positive and negative depending on how dependent you are on said label and it takes a certain amount of self worth to be able to use it as a tool rather than depend on it.

As for the avoiding events social events where people you don’t “like” are at; being in the same social space as someone you don’t like creates a stressful environment that will drain any joy that you might get out of it whether you see them or not. Some people are conflict aversive and hence prefer to not put themselves in an environment they perceive as stressful.

Studying the grief chapter in the psych book was fascinating especially the cultural section of it. 
Some of what I learned:
- there is no need to include the death rituals of European Americans cause you know, we all are supposed to know em. So if I start asking you about it blame my book. 
- it’s also not important to include Muslim rituals, which I’m finding to be prevalent in my health books. 
- tho it kinda doesn’t matter since for most things it seems that Jews and Muslims behave almost identically. 
- It seems to not matter whether you are a Mexican, Filipino, or whatever kind of catholic you are we are going to celebrate your death with a fiesta after 9 days. Somehow it kinda makes sense why they seem to be the only ppl that do that. 
- if you are going to address a religious Native American about a terminal illness that they have you better do it in the third person otherwise they will think that you caused their death with bad joojoo (they preface this entire thing with being nonjudgmental which I find to be dripping in irony)

Studying the grief chapter in the psych book was fascinating especially the cultural section of it.
Some of what I learned:
- there is no need to include the death rituals of European Americans cause you know, we all are supposed to know em. So if I start asking you about it blame my book.
- it’s also not important to include Muslim rituals, which I’m finding to be prevalent in my health books.
- tho it kinda doesn’t matter since for most things it seems that Jews and Muslims behave almost identically.
- It seems to not matter whether you are a Mexican, Filipino, or whatever kind of catholic you are we are going to celebrate your death with a fiesta after 9 days. Somehow it kinda makes sense why they seem to be the only ppl that do that.
- if you are going to address a religious Native American about a terminal illness that they have you better do it in the third person otherwise they will think that you caused their death with bad joojoo (they preface this entire thing with being nonjudgmental which I find to be dripping in irony)

  • --!!-- WARNING:

    this is long as hell and not fully coherent since I'm half asleep --!!--

  • Dream diary 221:

    This one is an alternate reality where I'm in the present, going to nursing school but I'm visiting Jordan (I don't know how to explain it but in a dream I'm usually oriented to my current identity if I'm in it)

  • It starts with my mom asking me to go spend the night with my grandma and aunt, my aunt is medicine professor in Palestine with a doctorate in microbiology and usually uses Jordan an a layover before heading on to conferences abroad. so I ask if I can bring a girlfriend (an acquaintance am not really close to in real life) with me when I go there and my mother says that it's fine. So I decide to go grab a late lunch with my friend at this new vegan restaurant that a friend of ours opened.

  • So I get to my friends place and we start catching, only to get interrupted a phone call from a friend of hers that is being followed by a bunch of guys and is not feeling safe.

  • So we head over there, and she starts telling me about how unsafe things have become in Jordan, and how there's a need for a safe house, so I tell her that since me and Mario are no longer living there I can leave the keys to our apartment and they can use it if they have to. Then the conversation moves on about how great if we can create an anonymous help line group on kik messenger where we can crowd source the effort of addressing emergencies, we can even upload instructions about installing bluestack on a computer to get access to it for those who don't have a smart phone and how this is better than using a burner phone since they are attached to a persons national id in Jordan. We get to the friends place and she is feeling safer, we decide to stay for a bit to make sure and by then it has gotten late and we needed to head out to my grandmas.

  • We get there and the house seems empty but then I hear my grandmas voice saying "alf hamdillah 3alal salameh ya habibi" (bless your soul teta, I'm sorry I haven't thought of u lately). So I introduce my friend to my grandma, and she takes me to the side and whispers "mishbataleh bas lazloozeh shway" and I can only smile and try to redirect her by asking about what food they had left over for lunch.

  • Shortly my aunt comes over and she has a few friends with her, we get through the introductions and then they shared with us a little tradition if theirs and asked us to participate; every time they meet up after being separated for a while this group of friends sits down and each one shares an experience that impacted them since their last meeting.

  • So my aunt leads the conversation by talking about this new vegan restaurant in town that is owned by this most peculiar and energetic guy and how it's only serving delicious vegan food than might not be the epitome of healthy but is creative enough to break down the stereotype of icky vegan food (this right here is the epitome of dichotomy of class in Jordan in reality and is very reflective of how disconnected ppl in Amman can be from reality cause the majority of the average Jordanians diet is vegetarian out of circumstance and necessity but I digress from my dream) becoming an epicenter for this healthier living movement, how they have boards setup for yoga meet-ups, walking tours and a bunch of other social event and listings. But what impressed her the most was the meet a diet project there.

  • This project aims at providing someone interested in changing their diet with the opportunity of meeting a person who actually is on this diet, ppl put their picture and diet info and the restaurant will setup a time where they can come over, meet the person and have a 3 course meal from that diet. They had people who were octo-ovo, paleo, vegetarian, Mediterranean and others and about 12 ppl had their info up there.

  • My aunt was impressed with this and how it actually provides an opportunity to get some real pros and cons in an environment that is not as sanitized and biased as usual sources for those diets since you will be meeting real ppl who face real day to day challenges being on this diet.

  • Then my aunts friend starts talking about a story that really moved him by abd albasset al Sufi and personally I was bored by just looking at the guy before he even started talking so my mind starts to wander.

  • I start thinking of george,the owner of the aforementioned restaurant, (person doesn't exist IRL) and how I was disappointed that we had to change our plans of going to grab lunch at his place and if my lucky catch him there. George was a cute bear of a man, he would stick out in a crowd of a million. He wore his thick waxed stach with pride, usually was a bit scruffy and loved showing off his body. He always wore his short with three buttons open and loved to just wear shorts and flip flops to show off his various colorful tattoos, each of which he designed himself after experiencing what he called chrysalis experience. In a fairly conservative country he's one character that hadn't been broken down by the Sisyphean struggle of pushing the borders of the social norms, instead he has a zen like jovial appreciation of it which makes him a lovely person to be around in a nation stereotyped by its gloominess. I remember one particular incident, he invited one of our friends over to his home because he wanted to give her her birthday present in person before her party cause in case she didn't like it he'll have enough time to get something else. This sounded odd to the friend, they weren't particularly close at the time but were friendly. As is always the case with george, his juvenile charms just fill you up with anticipation as to what's at the end of his rabbit hole. So she shows up to his place and george is bursting with excitement that the friend came over that they head straight to a room in his house where a birthday card with her name on it laid on a painter's tripod. This thing was huge, a 1x2 m cardboard that was folded midway and the cover had a arts and crafts feel to it with a simple design in water color in the corner and just "Happy birthday Sally" written on it. So the friend was completely perplexed, here is george all blushed up with his thoughts racing quicker than his tongue can keep up with the only way george can get when he's flustered because he knows that he's about to cross a big RED line. Sally is a no bull kind of person so she jams George's breaks for him and tells him "what are you all worked up about?" And moves and opens up the card.

  • What was a calm surface in both of them just a second ago was engulfed by a tsunami of blood rush that left george pale as a straight mans wardrobe and Sally as red as a strawberry macaroon. There it was on the inside of the card this exquisite water colored drawing of a Gengoroh looking man in a bondage scene that captures him at the zenith of ecstasy with the most delicate oil painted Sakura (cherry) bloom as a back drop that echoed Van Gogh in his late years. "man, that expression is too real!" George's heart hugged itself so hard that it stopped for second and then he swallowed his throat and blurted "well it is..." And went on explaining how half way through this scene with this Ukrainian guy he was inspired to do this as a birthday gift for her and he was terrified because he wasn't sure if it'll be appropriate but he was possessed to do so and instead of springing it on her at the party he opted for a more private reveal. Suffice to say that the birthday card currently hangs in her bedroom.

  • At that point I was jolted from my day dreaming by a phone ringing, apparently a elderly man that is living on his own needs catheter inserted, so my aunt decides it's good practice for me, and tells me to drive them over to the mans place.

  • We get over there, they get this 70 year old looking frail man undressed. Someone had grabbed a Foley catheter kit and supplies from the car, and they ask me if I'm comfortable doing this and I reply with the fact that I haven't done this on a live patient before but I should be ok.

  • I do my hand hygiene, put on the gloves and start sanitizing the groin and meatus while I introduce myself to the man and try to explain the procedure in Arabic like they taught us in school. He completely interrupts me and says just get it over with, my bladder is about to burst and I need to pee. At that moment I freeze up and realize that I don't even know what a catheter is even called in Arabic, a straw perhaps?

  • All I know is that it was lovely seeing teta again, and I just need to find more ppl like george in my life.

  • P.s. Sorry for the typos and half asleep after all... Now back to nap for 30 more min.

Not really a question, but I just started following your blog today and your artwork is really awesome... It's one of those things I wish I could do. All three of my brothers can draw I didn't get that talent.

Thanks cutie. I appreciate it… And since you were nice would u like one of yourself? I might get a breather in a week time and I don’t mind drawing someone.