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Possible words to use instead of “crazy”

thesexuneducated:

boygirlboigrrrl:

-danika:

nonsensical
wacky
screwy (?)
ridiculous
illogical
ludicrous
preposterous
absurd
silly
unbelievable
incredible
freaky
bizarre
feckless
pointless
futile
outrageous
harebrained (?)
strange
peculiar
weird
impressive
excessive
wild
irrational
funny
unusual

This is so important. I am guilty of using ableist language more often than I am comfortable with. My way of helping people to stop using other slurs is to ask them to think about folks that those words might describe and then to think about what they’re actually trying to communicate, whether those descriptions actually match up, and whether the overlap is empowering. Usually, those individuals are able to see that the connotations for people’s identities are disempowering, and they can almost always tell you exactly what they mean without slurs. My difficulty is that many ableist slurs are so entrenched that I don’t even always know what I actually mean; I have no language besides the language that I’ve just used. Of course, it’s my fault as much as anyone else’s. I have enough resources at my disposal to find better, more accurate words that do not cast negative aspersions on anyone’s abilities or mental state. So, thanks for this list!

Wanted to reblog this because it is very important. I am usually extremely cautious of my language, but even just yesterday I had an anon address me about using the word “crazy”. I quickly apologized and changed the OP - so this is as much for me as it is for my followers. Very important! 

(Source: fillingthespaces)

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I came to march today

not to parade


I came to march because I am still not equal in the world,

not to parade my differences in a sick circus show.


I came to march because our time for celebration is not now;

it is when there is no country which criminalises samesex relations.

it is when freedom from discrimination based on sexuality or gender identity is recognised as a basic human right.

it is when transfolk are not openly abused, or called ‘pretenders’, or beaten, or killed in the streets in front of apathetic bystanders for being themselves.

it is when there is no longer a ‘closet’; when everybody is comfortable to be themselves without fear of judgement; when we label people based on merit rather than on their gender, sex or sexuality, if they have any at all.


I came to march

because our voices are still not heard in the streets

because we are still disproportionately reflected in the media, in education, in parliament.

because the austerity measures disproportionately affect our community.

because the NHS cuts disproportionately affect our transfolk.

And instead of our voices being heard in our march, we are drowned out by the cheering racket of corporate greed.

Instead of our people, our charities, our community speaking in freely on this one day meant just for us


I came to march, I came to protest.

I came in remembrance and in solidarity with those at the Stonewall riots

I came to recognise that the struggle they started is not in vain and is not over.

I came to grieve our broken, our beaten, our imprisoned and our killed

and to challenge their tormentors and their societies and the world which says we are unnatural and that denies our love as sin.

because no-one else will

I came here to march

I did not come to parade

Poem “Pride is a Protest” by Queer Force’s very own Queerio.

Tomorrow the Queer Forcers will be marching in the on of the Pride is a Protest blocs of Birmingham Pride’s ‘Carnival Parade’ sandwiched between commercial floats.

Pride is a Protest.

(via queerforce)

(via queerasallhell)

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Dear anyone,

notesfrominsidethecloset:

I have sex because I think I’m supposed to. My friends have already accepted me as bisexual so they are supportive of me hooking up with both guys and girls. My problem is that I experimented with girls to see if I would like it. My problem is that I did not like sexual interactions with guys and so I tried women. My problem is that it was only fun the first time. It was only bearable the first time. I force myself to be with men and women because I dont like either of them and it scares me. I do not get aroused. I do not get butterflies. Nothing happens. I dont feel anything. I zone out until it’s over. I separate my body and my mind. I go numb and my brain goes anywhere but there. I can handle coming out as bisexual. I cannot handle coming out as asexual. 

From, 

J

J, there is no supposed to. There really isn’t. You don’t have to have sex if you don’t want to (and you don’t have to come out as asexual if you don’t want to either! It’s not one or the other, you can not have sex without coming out as asexual). Zoning out, separating your body and mind: that’s not good sex, and I can’t see how that could possibly be good for you either. I know it’s hard because we get fed all this shit about how we’re supposed to have sex; but it’s bullshit. You don’t have to do that. It’s easier said than done, I know, I’m not going to tell you what to do. But, you have options, you know? 

And feel free to drop me a message if you want, okay?

(via asexualexperiences)

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Is the separation of “personal gender ID” and “social gender ID” a thing?

Because the world/gender would make so much more sense to me if it was. 

I’ve been saying for a while that I don’t “get” gender; and always felt quite angsty about that because what if that’s my cis-privilege showing. And I feel like I fit into “women”, so I generally feel like I should just stick with woman. 

But… idk. I still don’t get what feeling like a woman is supposed to be. Plus body ID issues…

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**TRIGGER WARNING VIOLENCE, MURDER, SUICIDE, RAPE, T-SLUR** "How to Kill a Transperson" by Ceridwen Troy

heylittlejess:

On Saturday, Sanesha Stewart, a transwoman of color living in the Bronx, was murdered in her own apartment. She was 25 years old. Her accused killer, Steve McMillan, had known her for months, yet when he was arrested, he claimed to have been enraged to find out that she was what the media coverage called not really a woman. He stabbed her over and over again in the chest and throat. She tried to fight him off; there were defensive wounds found on her hands.

On Tuesday, eighth-grader Lawrence King was in a classroom in Oxnard, Calif. He was openly gay, and often came to school in gender-bending clothing, makeup, jewelry and shoes. According to another student, it was “freaking the guys out”. One of them shot Lawrence in the head. He was declared brain-dead on Wednesday.

It is easy to look at cases like this and think, how tragic. How random. How senseless. But then, you forget how easy it is to kill a transgender person. You forget that all across this nation, faith leaders of all stripes, men and women who claim to speak for God Himself, call us sinners, call us abominations, call us evil.

You forget that at best the media depicts us as something to be pitied, something that our families must be strong and overcome. At worst, they depict us as abnormal, exploiting our bodies for ratings, exploiting the public’s fear of us for shock value.

You forget that on a good day, law enforcement agents are neglectful of us, and that far more frequently they join in our harassment. You forget the transwomen of color who are rounded up on suspicions of prostitution. You forget the beatings that go uninvestigated. You forget the molestation and rape we face when we are arrested.

You forget the medical establishment that drains our wallets for the therapy and hormones and surgeries they tell us we need. You forget the way we are then refused treatment when we are dying, dying of treatable diseases, dying of easily patched wounds.

You forget that, by the law of the land, it is legal in the majority of states to deny us employment, to deny us service, to deny us housing. You forget the shelters and the rape crisis centers that will not allow us through their doors. You forget that many of us do not even have family to turn to when we are at our most desperate.

You forget that the leaders of our own community have told us that it is not time for us to have rights, that it is not pragmatic for us to be considered worthy of the same respect as other human beings. You forget that in our own circles, it is considered a negative thing to be too flamboyant. You forget the way our pride parades have been derided by our own community. You forget the scorn heaped upon drag queens by other gay men. You forget the fear to be seen in public with a friend who is considered too open, too queer.

You forget the way it seeps into the minds of transgender people, too. You forget the way a transsexual will shout that she is not a crossdresser, as if there were something wrong with that. You forget the catty names we call each other if we don’t “pass”.

You forget how many of us take our own lives every year.

You forget because the noise is always there, a constant drone in the background. Every newspaper piece that calls a transwoman “he” instead of “she”. Every talk show host who spends an hour talking about our genitals. Every childish taunt about “looking like a tranny”. Every transperson who talks about themselves as “true” transsexuals. Every activist and politician who tells us “now is not the time”.

You forget too, how easy it is to kill a person of color, with myths about “gangstas” and lies about immigrants. You forget how easy it is to kill a person living in poverty, cutting off her welfare because she is supposedly being paid to breed. You forget how easy it is to kill a sex worker, with sex-shaming language, slinging about slurs like “hooker” and “whore”.

You forget the message hidden inside every single one of those statements.

“You are less than I am. You are not worthy of the rights and respect that I am worthy of.”

“You are not human.”

It is very easy to kill something that you do not see as human.

It is very easy to kill a transperson.

(Source: rufflebutts, via somekindofbecca)

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Remember? Remember how our president gave speeches shortly thereafter about finding “common ground” on abortion? Don’t you wonder where, exactly, that common ground is? Is it on “Let’s come to a compromise on how many healthcare providers you assassinate per year”? In the wake of a Southern string of 3 targeted burglaries at clinics and 3 women’s health buildings set aflame (some of which don’t even provide abortion care), wouldn’t you really like to know what common ground looks like? “Let’s agree that no one likes fires in the summer; you could at least save arson for the winter months”?

Where’s a libertarian declaring “Those who would trade liberty for security…” when you could actually use one?

Dr. Tiller didn’t fuck around like that. They massed outside his office, and he had a huge sign printed: “Women need abortions, and I’m going to provide them.” No mincing, no equivocating, and no compromising his patients’ care. He went to work every day to protect women’s freedoms. Someone shot him in both arms, and he went back to work the next day. He had a gate at the clinic and wore a bulletproof vest — but his murderer shot him in the head, at church.

Read the whole thing at The Abortioneers here. (via hellyeahscarleteen)

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