—𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

I hate bright ass fucking LED headlights or whatever the hell they are

Reblogging this because, while I’m a fucking twig, I am also an afab autistic—who has 8 doctors (13 if you include the specialists/surgeons I don’t see anymore). Knowing how to speak to doctors is so important; I started seeing a neurologist when I was 7 (I get migraines and have multiple ‘risk factors’ for them, so there isn’t really one true cause), so I grew up with peds (pediatricians), as any child would, but my visits to the doctor were far more frequent than most.

Pro tip I can give for pm anyone: look. Up. Your. Condition. Even if it’s something you think you have (i.e: not diagnosed), look it up, because when you start pulling out terminology that doctors know—so you’re meaning them on their level instead of vis versa—they tend to take you a bit more seriously.

nothing weve posted are even firecrackers compared to this fucking atomic bomb of a post

You. Cannot. Tell.

If you’re not x group, you don’t get to tell x group shit about themselves. I can assure you, we trans-mascs are aware of the privilege we have over trans femmes, but that doesn’t mean we aren’t oppressed. Do not tell me what my experiences are. Do not pretend like you know our experiences better than we do. Also, as a white LGBT, I apologize on behalf of my ignorant brethren.

honestly there are like...so many parallels between being transmasc and being mixed race. which is why it feels so dang familiar when people on here talk about how "transmascs have privilege over the rest of us" in the face of very real lived experiences to the contrary.

like some of us who are mixed race are white-passing. some of us are not. but sometimes it depends on the culture we're in, sometimes it's literally just a matter of who we're perceived by and whether they know enough to identify that we're different. I remember stretches of my existence where I assumed everyone saw me as white and then suddenly a strange white man comes up to me alone in the park and says "I've always found asian women attractive" and I'm like. oh. right. I will always be the Other to some people.

but then you date an asian person who suddenly tells you "you're white, 100%, white girl, nobody in here sees you as asian" and, sure, not that day, not in san francisco in a vietnamese restaurant. but there's a specific, unique experience of walking that tightrope every single day, wondering how you'll be perceived then, in that room, by that person who has more power than you.

I feel like so much of my life I have dealt with being Othered by white people and simultaneously regarded with suspicion in asian spaces as an outsider, that this whole discourse around "you transmascs can fit in with cis men, you dont need the LGBT community and it doesn't need you" reeks of such bullshit from people whose identities have always neatly fit into a particular box.

and even guys who pass 100% of the time, wherever they are? even completely white passing mixed race people have different lived experiences that continue their whole lives. experiences of being raised by a parent from a minority race/culture, of being with extended family, of observing traditions that are not observed by the majority, of speaking a different language--that to simply defer to their outward appearance is a denial of their familial and personal history.

like. I am absolutely tired of people who are not party to a particular experience deciding that everything about that experience is fine and not as bad and therefore not even deserving of the acknowledgment of its existence. white LGBTs who are spouting this bullshit, your words are very familiar to me and now I know how you'd feel about my race as well. 🙃

my brain feels like it’s on fire and my stomach hurts because i can’t stop laughing every time i see these two tweets