if you have a different opinion you can go fuck yourself
Cis women dont get to speak on behalf of all women either. Especially white cis ablebodied women.
why do genderist constantly assume that people who don’t agree with them are white 🤔 go into Asia and try saying “cis people” maybe then you’ll see how ridiculous you sound when throwing that word around.
I am not ‘cis’ woman, I am a female as I was born such and since I was born as one I can speak as a woman on behalf of women.
Trans women are more than welcomed to make their OWN movement to speak about their problems on behalf of other trans women.
-rolls eyes- You know that trans people exist in other cultures, right? Honestly.
Your experience as a woman is not somehow universal just by merit of being cis. All of our experiences are influenced by race, class, sexuality, physicality, culture, and a thousand other factors. To declare an entire group of women as invalid because their experience is different from yours in some ways is bigotry.
Trust me when I say that YOU dont speak for ME ~as a woman~
LMFAO excluding someone out of my space doesn’t invalidates anyone, if you need to be included in something that is not about you to feel validated then clearly you’re the one at wrong.
y’all babies coddled by your parents think the world owes you shit
nobody is obligated to be inclusive shut the fuck up
trans women talking over REAL women is what undermines women experiences
Saying that an entire group of women dont belong in women’s spaces because their bodies are different from yours or their experiences are different than yours is bigotry.
You arent more of a real woman than any other woman because they are different than you. And knowing that isnt “being coddled.” Its having the maturity and rationality to understand how a wide range of factors influence our experiences as woman.
lmfao, I am not ‘more of a real woman’ because I AM a woman. I was born one. I am biologically a female adult.
knowing basic biology and acknowledging facts is bigotry, this is why no one takes you people seriously.
You know, the fun thing is, biology ISNT basic. There’s more to it than what you learned in 6th grade.
And again, deciding that entire groups of women arent really women and dont belong in women’s spaces because their bodies and experiences arw different then yours? Trust me, you dont speak for me.
TERFs: Learn some basic science!
Actual scientists: Actually the science is the exact opposite of what you said.
TERFs: *deafening silence*
Also laughing at the ‘say cis women in Asia thing’
when she was sorted into gryffindor, she was excited and nervous, because she was a muggleborn and wasn’t quite sure what that meant. but everyone was smiling and clapping, and she grinned at the sea of smiling faces dressed in red.
she was given a place in the boys dorm, and that seemed right to her at the time. but in her fourth year, she began to wonder if the out-of-place feeling she had wasn’t just her anxiety and awkwardness, but something else. when she realised she was a girl, it felt like she had blossomed into the world, to face it as a finished person. she told people that summer – texts to her muggle friends, owls to the wizards, and everyone was happy for her. for days she couldn’t do anything without the beep of her phone, or the peck of an owl at the window.
when she came back to hogwarts, and went to her dorm, she turned the other way. towards the girls dorm, where she had a place ready for her, picked out by her friends. she felt that same tight nervousness she felt when she was sorted, the pounding in her chest, the shaky hands. but she told herself to be calm. she was going to do this.
she put her foot on the bottom step. and then the next. and then the next.
the voice inside her head that had been telling her that hogwarts wouldn’t realise who she was shut up. she whispered a thank you to the steps, a small word that only the castle heard. then she ran up the rest of the stairs, a grin emblazoned on her face, new robes swirling behind her, ready to start the next year at school.
–
he was fifteen when it happened. he had been questioning for a while, but he wasn’t sure. he didn’t want to call himself a boy, not yet. a part of him was urging himself to just go for it, because he knew who he was, if he really thought about it. but he was hesitant, and didn’t define himself.
then it happened. one night, when he was alone, he was going back upstairs, when he slipped. his hand steadied himself on the rough stone wall, and he looked down to see what had happened. one of the steps was slanted, just enough to make him trip. it wiggled a bit, then made itself into a step, as if nothing had happened. he frowned at it at the time, and went up to bed, but the memory of the incident lingered days after. and weeks.
he remembered it later, when he sat up all night thinking of how he didn’t belong here, in the girls dorms. he didn’t want to label himself, but he’d been more and more out of place, and he knew who he was, really. when he stopped telling himself that he wasn’t.
it wasn’t too long before he told everyone. he felt like shouting it from the rooftops, flying over the castle with his new name on a banner. he didn’t, though. he just settled for casual chats with the people he knew and an awkward owl to his professors.
and one night, after he’d settled in to the boys dorms, he put a foot on the bottom step of the girls staircase. instantly, the bricks flattened themselves into a slide. he grinned, and carried on up to his new room in the boys dorms.
–
they always knew they didn’t quite fit into any of the genders they knew. they weren’t quite a boy, weren’t quite a girl, but they didn’t have the words to express what they felt. it was only after a few years at hogwarts (and a lengthy google search one night at home) that they learned the word ‘nonbinary’, and realised that there was a word for it, after all.
they decided to be casual about it at school. the people that they trusted knew, and some of the teachers. but it wasn’t as though they had a separate dorm just for them, so
except…
one day, when they were heading up to sleep, they saw a door. it was on the stairs to the dorms – girls went one way, boys went the other, with a blank wall in the middle. except it wasn’t blank, not then. there was a door. they asked their friends about it, but just got strange looks in return. but every time they climbed those stairs, the third door was there.
the next year brought a new wave of first-years, and they joined a group helping the kids out with navigating hogwarts. they were showing a group the way to the dungeons when one asked them what the third door was for. you know, the one between the girls and boys dorms. they froze, and looked down at a nervous first-year who was, even then, getting odd looks from their classmates.
they opened it together, the first-year and them. turned out it was another dorm. the beds were made, light shone through the windows, and the whole room seemed to beckon, invitingly. the first-year was ecstatic, and they found themself smiling too. the pair of them moved in the next day, and began to set up their own little space.
after they moved in, everyone could see the door. and slowly, the dorm began to fill up. kids from all years claimed beds there, older kids who had been too nervous to try the door, younger kids who were thrilled that it existed. they were the first, so they were looked up to, and they were happy they had.
–
help will always be given by hogwarts, you see. even for those who don’t know they need it.
I love the little details the Crewniverse adds in!
Ruby and Sapphire seem to be wearing violets. These flowers symbolize Sapphic love, romantic love between two women. You can argue the semantics of “genderless space rocks” all day, but I’m going to appreciate the gay little details.
Hey all! Trying to make a bunch of D&D stuff for my summer cons–something I’m calling the Summer of D&D [so creative eh?]–and I’m starting it off with some class related buttons, so here’s pt.1 of the collection!
As a child I was supremely inspired by science fiction films and made up hundreds of “space aliens” to populate an imaginary galaxy. My brother and I then play-acted adventures set in this fictitious realm.
My parents kept all my drawings; there are dozens upon dozens of pages, each populated with multitudes of aliens, complete with descriptions of every species and character.
Earlier this year I started putting together a portfolio of zany “trope” aliens, with the hopes of getting a gig designing aliens for a popular animated show. (Guess which?)
Instead of designing things from scratch, I decided re-draw ten characters from my childhood. Here they are, complete with original drawings and vitally-important attributes and descriptions.
Tri-Bots (1992) – Actually a lego-like colony of semi-organic robots. – Head robot gets to be the brain. – If decapitated, they play a form of robotic “rock paper scissors” to elect the new leader.
Meta-Snake (1992-3?) – Not a real snake, but a trans-dimensional entity that can slip between parallel universes. – Glowing jaws help Meta-Snake open up portals between worlds. – Its face is a fake face; Meta-Snake’s actual eyes are the pore-like things between its body segments. – A sardonic character; refers to itself in the third person and speaks in riddles. – Occasionally speaks backwards because it has a different concept of time. – Can grant wishes, alter the universe and save you from the most dangerous situations… but can you really trust it?
Ogrenas (1995) – A scary-looking insect-reptile with a heart of gold. – Misunderstood and shunned, actually very kind and harmless. – Its species lives in big hives; glowing eyes can project holograms. – Scary teeth evolved to gnaw on the bark of giant trees. – Ogrenas is an asexual drone; has no passions and as a result is very naive. – No one has seen the queen of Ogrenas’ species. – Glands on its chest secrete a clear goo that Ogrenas must rub all over its body to avoid sunburn. Other species covet this goo as a valuable drug.
Sirian [Ikmash] (1995) – Very intelligent fellow, but devoid of feelings. – Gets a sadistic streak sometimes. – The classic grey alien but also a bit like a cat. – Lonely last member of a once-proud master race; vain and pompous personality. – Makes inappropriate advances to women of all and any species he meets, particular to brunettes. – Listed as a sex offender in twelve star systems. – Operates machines light-years beyond human technology. Can turn light into matter. Once travelled to Earth and met Nikola Tesla.
The Sultis Megadon Monster (1995) – From the same planet as Ogrenas (see above). – A predatory animal with a hollow head, people can get in via a door-like flap behind its jaws and drive it around like a car. – Controls inside look like tentacles, pustules and glands, you must tug at them. – If you crash into someone the Sultis Megadon Monster eats them. – If two Sultis Megadon crash head on, the larger eats the smaller. – If they are the same size, they start mating.
Veridian (1996) – Cryptic and shy intelligent species, comes in many varieties with different head-frills. – Their planet is full of snakes! – Scared of open places and doesn’t like being touched. – Will sting you to death with its extremely pointed jaw, but does not want confrontation. – Has no vocal cords, talks by shaking its elaborate, winged tail rattle.
Voidian (1996) – Friendly but annoying frog character. – Makes bad jokes and talks too much, but ultimately harmless. – Has the annoying habit of jumping on people to startle them. – His attention-hungry behaviour is a result of soul-gnawing lack of self-confidence. – Its race once lived on trees, but have now been banished to a network of caves.
Pudd (1997) – Cryptic member of a mollusk-spider race where everyone calls themselves “Pudd”. – In fact that’s the only word they can speak. – They actually communicate with a very sophisticated sign language performed by their top four limbs. – Shy characters; only want to play with strange devices they build in trees. – Scary claws help them climb enormous redwoods. Not predators. – Skip on the ground from tree to tree on well-developed monopod. – Hermaphrodites: Both lovers get pregnant when they make out. – Pale spigot on body squirts a kind of defensive ink. – Salt works like a dangerous drug on them; Pudd will crave it even as it kills them.
VIXON (1997) – A gregarious and boisterous space merchant of an unknown race. – Travels in a flashy spaceship that has many bright lights and chrome polish. – Enjoys giving people an awkward time. – Fun to hang out with but he WILL swindle you if you give him the chance. – Has glowing tonsils as a result of space herpes infection. – Every arm has a testicle and an ejaculatory pipe that Vixon uses in place of a thumb and forefinger… -… except the third pair, which has ovaries and other female genitals. But Vixon can’t get pregnant from himself. – The ratio of male / female genitals on this species’ hands varies from individual to individual and determines their personality. All-dick-hands are alpha males, all-vagina-hands are flaming femmes, and so on.
Snirfle (1997) – Very smart dude, can hack any device. – From a backwoods planet; got where she is by sheer hard work. – Her hands are only used for grooming; Snirfle uses her triple proboscii to type on computers. – Can digest almost any type of food; prone to binge-eating, keep food away from her! – Secretly fed up and frustrated by others taking her for granted. – Sings when no one is looking.
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