All Day and All of the Night by the Kinks
If you haven’t seen Pirate Radio, or Across the Universe, Cadillac Records, Yellow Submarine or any of the many, many movies based around the music of the ’50s, ’60s, and ’70s (and a bit ’80s, too) please do. It’s a public service.
This just seems like too good a plan to waste: “Most likely it will either solve all the problems in the world or end humanity in a hyperglycemic blaze of glory. ” http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/
I just made the grave mistake of reading “Bridge with Philip Alder” in our local newspaper. And you know what I think? Bridge is the Wackbat of card games. (And Wackbat is the cricket of games invented by Roald Dahl.) What the heck could “ruff the third round in the dummy” possibly mean, if it isn’t some kind of deeply kinky innuendo?
Smile by Charles Chaplin and the Fureys, from Modern Times
— Ernest Hemingway
“If Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell is repealed and you are assigned bathroom facilities with an open bay shower that someone you believed to be a gay or lesbian Service member also used, [what] are you most likely to do?”
Strangers Like Me from Tarzan
It was only in the last few years that I was able to come out to myself as properly gender dysphoric. Why? Feminists. More specifically, the colorful tweenager books they give you when you get your first period. Pages and pages and pages of information on your body. You’ve heard the phrase “mind over matter,” which of course is a maxim of the trans community. But what you learn as a young girl is not that if you work hard enough, you will create a body that you love. You learn that if you work hard enough, you will love your body. Even if your body is obese, or emaciated, or disfigured, you are beautiful. And although I do believe that these messages are important to hear over the noise of Playboy and porn, for a transboy it’s a difficult thing to cope with. Messages that so strongly discourage feelings of body dysphoria can invalidate feelings of gender dysphoria, and most people don’t know to teach the difference. Luckily for me, as I got older, I could earn respect as a person with informed opinions. And slowly, the instinct to conform to that feminism— “They’re my breasts, and I’ll bare them if I want!” eroded, and it became “They’re my breasts, and I’ll bind them if I want!”
Hello audience! My name's Chaughn, (say it "Shawn") from the Bay Area of California. I'm a female-to-male transboy beginning my transition, and thiz here blog is where I vent my teenage angst to the upper atmosphere. Or where I would do that if I could.
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I realized today that having breasts and showing them...
Aujourd’hui je regarde l’épisode 19 de Glee et un nouveau personnage fait son apparition...
