Probably the most inspiring picture ever, I believe it was the 2008 Beijing Games and the guy gave up the race to help another
why doesn’t this have a million notes? this is actually amazing.
no hipster chicks deem it starbucks enough? damn awesome picture
how can you not reblog again and again.. it’s the most beautiful photo on tumblr
Spencer & Ashley in Secret Truths
If any show made me ok with myself faster, it was a good dose of South of Nowhere.
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To most people I walk through the world without a chink in my armor. I’m the goofy, vaguely narcissistic know-it-all that always has a plan. I’m very comfortable with my trans identity, but at the same time I’m easing the rest of my family into the idea. They haven’t seen me in 2-3 years, but they love me.
But there is one chink in my armor, my mother. My mother’s mental illness causes me to be anxious and uncomfortable because she fails to recognize that she may be offensive or hurtful. She over shares information that’s typically reserved for She may not be cognizant but she outs me to strangers and family alike without giving me the chance to.
This week she’s outed me to my dad. I was going to tell him, I just wanted to see him and hug him and tell him that I love him face to face for the first time in almost 3 years. I wanted to look him in the eyes and say, “I’m still me.” But my mom’s spiral out of control took that from me. And I know that we aren’t supposed to make mental illness about ourselves. That doesn’t stop it from sucking.
And previous to outing me to my dad, she outed me to my aunts and uncle. They want nothing to do with my mom. The burden of taking care of her had fallen to them after I left and she almost completely disintegrated as a person. She’s caused them enough grief over the past four years with her frequent outburst, multiple arrest and tendency to become violent. Now, no one runs to bail her out anymore, no one has the energy to constantly monitor her.
Am I a bad child for agreeing with them? She needs someone to take care of her and it can’t be me. The pressure of dealing with my mom brings out the worst in me. It makes me stressed and controlling to the point where I developed a twitch.
Ain’t nobody got time for that!
I’m not giving up on her, I’m just gonna take a new approach.
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As I transition out if the military, many people fear for my safety and sanity. They fear rejection by the outside world will tear me apart and tear me down. What they don’t realize is that I left the Air Force because it was tearing me apart.
I was tired of constantly moving and never getting to settle down in one place. I was over the culture of excessive drinking and in the case of Arkansas, cultural isolation. I was the only black transguy in well… That I knew of at least,. I left the military to make a home for myself around family and truly dedicate myself to school. I moved back to Maryland because I knew living with my Godparents would help me with getting used to living in the city. I try not to depend on them for much but it’s nice to know they are right down the hall.
At school, I’m doing well. I like my classes, making friends, and there’s even a free gym. I’m focusing on working out because, 1) who doesn’t like to look good, and 2) it’s a free way to burn off anxiety and stress that comes with the territory. I’m trying to find a good group of people that are motivated and don’t mind that I know nothing about civilian life. I’m actively getting myself out into the LGBT community by going to trans support meeting and educating myself further on the resources available to me and the difficulties I’ll face.
Many times as we transition out of the military, people lose their sense of identity. For me, it’s finding mine. I’m tired of being just an Airmen, or just a veteran. I’m more than that I promise you. I’m at an advantage in the sense of I’ve never been through combat, never been deployed, and I have no dependent folk. All I have to worry about is me and my dog.
There are still unexpected challenges though. I came home to a family in complete disarray. My parents are both being affected by mental illness, my mother to the point where she’s isolated herself from the family through a series of incidents. My father is coping with his on going divorce. They’re trying their best to help but it’s difficult. I just take their advice with a grain of salt. My Dad left the Marines with two kids and a wife to support, so his experience was very different. He was immediately smacked with having to support a family without an education. I don’t have that problem.
I’m learning where I fit in among the families again, while at the same time navigating through my transition from female to male. And I’m simplifying the process as much as possible for myself. Meeting with family over time, not rushing to put myself out there. I know most of my family are just happy to see me again. They care more that I have both legs than what’s in between my legs… For now. Will that change as I change, probably. But at least I’m aware.
My friends have long since scattered from our former stomping ground of Long Reach. Pookie is out on the Eastern Shore in college. Twinny is living back at home with her parents while working her way into a position at a company. We text often and share new jokes as she catches me up on what I’ve missed. My ex girlfriend, B, is slowly trying to reintegrate me into her life as well. I could write a whole post on B but we can save that for later. All in all, we are trying.
Am I delusional and think the world will accept me at face value? Fuck no!!! I’m young queer and black. That’s three strikes, that just means I’ll have to work even harder and accept all the damn help I can get. Scholarships on it, mentorship programs I’ll take those too. I go out of my way to educate myself on the real risk of being a veteran. We have a high risk of depression, anxiety and suicide. I’m making life choices with that in mind.
Cautious of the pitfalls and traps in life, I’m gonna get there.
I love seeing rappers address homophobia!
reblogging because of the adidas shirt, thats 10 bonus points
them thighs look like yes
This read goes out to Lily Allen, Miley Cyrus, Iggy Azaelia and all you other ivory motherfuckers building your careers on the broken self esteem of black people. I am sick of you bitches thinking that you can have fun at the expense of black culture. That you’re treating being black like it’s a coat you put on at the beginning of the day and take off at the end. That you see something that we’ve created out of pride and use to make yourself look edgy or hip. That the same thing you translucent looking Motherfuckers are mocking is the same thing that is getting us killed or profiled. I know being a suburban white kid must be so boring with your bake sales and your healthy home lives and your constant need to buy everything organic, but please fucking stop.
And this is a special fuck you to Lily Allen who says that she doesn’t shake her ass because she has a brain but proceeds to use black dancers in her videos. Apparently you’re not smart enough to realize that my GPA or IQ is not contingent on the amount of times I can make my ass clap. Trust and believe I will be twerkin my ass to graduation. So my self esteem you cannot have cause like the great Maya Angelou said “and still I rise” and I’d be careful if I was you because one day black people are gonna rise up take over this country. Electing a black president was just phase one.
Last but not least this is a shout out to white people who knows what I mean when I say “fuck white people” but fuck you too because I don’t want you motherfuckers getting too comfortable and thinking that you can just idle sit by and watch your people fuck shit up. It’s your job as well to fix the damage that has been done.
My “Pass the Read” (via bellecosby)
YES GOD THANK YOU GIRL YOU BETTER WORK
… And did I mention, just because I have locks does not mean I look like Whoopi Goldberg
These amazing photos were taken by Russian photographer Alexey Kljatov, who adapted his camera in order to achieve remarkably close-up focus on individual snowflakes after they’ve fall on the ground. He illuminates his shots with a flashlight and the background texture is dark wool fabric.
Alexy’s images reveal the unique geometric shapes of each snowflake with such astonishing clarity that it’s easy to forget just how tiny they really are. Visit Alexey Kljatov’s Flickr stream to view many more of his remarkable snowflake photos.
[via My Modern Metropolis]
We’re dreaming of snow.
Wow! Snowflakes really are unique as hell!
10 BETTER BODY AFFIRMATIONS
1. Your body is in flux for the rest of your life. Think of your body as fluid instead of static — it’s always going to change. So get comfortable with those changes.
2. No one will love you or not love you because of your body. You are lovable because you’re you, not because your body looks a certain way.
3. The most intensely personal relationship you’ll ever have is with your body. It’s a lifelong relationship that’s well worth investing in and nurturing the same way you would with loved ones.
4. You don’t owe your body to anyone. Not sexually, not aesthetically. Your body is yours. Period.
5. What someone else says about your body says more about them than it does about you. Look past the actual snark to the person who’s saying it, because it’s only a reflection of what they think of themselves. That’s when you’ll see how little power their words have.
6. Your body is not a reflection of your character. It’s a physical home for the complex and wondrous and unique being that is you.
7. Take up as much space as you want. You don’t have to be small, or quiet, or docile, regardless of your physical size.
8. Everything you need to accept your body is already inside you. There’s no book, or diet, or workout routine or external affirmation that you need to feel good about your body right now.
9. Your body is a priority. It’s always trying to tell you things. Taking the time to listen to is of the utmost importance.
10. Wear whatever you want. Your body shape does not dictate your personal style, and fashion rules that say otherwise are wrong. Dress yourself in a way that makes you feel happy and confident and beautiful, because guess what? You are.
Can I mark flyers and give them to people?
It’s cuffing season, who ain’t trying to scoop a last minute booski for the winter?
Not this guy!
I am not dating. Not you, not her, hell these days I’m trying to avoid dating myself. (Tiny Toons anyone?)
And it’s not because I’m stuck up or because I don’t see anyone I’d like to date. I’m not dating because the girls that are attracted to me have no clue what an FTM is.
Her: “So you were born a guy?!”
Me: -_- No, simple, I was born a girl but I am a male, I just wasn’t assigned my penis yet.
I don’t like having to do that in my head. And I know some guys are stealth and don’t tell girls on the first date, or the third, or whenever.
However, I don’t pass yet and I’m about to start hormones and I figure it’s a curtesy to give chicks a heads up.
Me: “Hey I’m actually a dude trapped in a girl’s body. Coffee after class?”
Her: *stares like I’m an alien*
How would you feel if you’re girlfriend started growing a goatee without telling you?
I know I wouldn’t like it. But I digress, do I take the chance and tell them upfront so they can make an informed decision or do I pull a Ray-J and “hit it first”?
Ugg, that just sounds sleazy. And I know, if a girl can’t handle the reality of who I am then she can kick rocks but damn. I just want a chick to go to the movies with, and cuddle and shit.
Somewhere there is a smart understanding girl that likes short guys. And between now and then, I’m avoiding the fray that is the dating scene. More time for the gym.
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