"Talk to people" seems like good advice for how to make friends. But for an autistic person, it’s the equivalent of saying "write numbers" if someone asks for help with their math homework or saying "press buttons" if someone asks for help composing a song on the piano. It’s nowhere near specific enough, and someone who knows what you mean would have never needed your advice in the first place.
I was lucky enough to get a chance to practice with people who had a lot of patience for my foibles, and to get detailed instructions when necessary. Yay for nerds! Even when they’re not on the spectrum, they get where you’re coming from a lot more than most people.
"I don’t consider myself a feminist, I prefer to call myself a humanist or an egalitarian."
- Pseudo-intellectual white dude who prefers to imagine that he’s more enlightened than feminists and also is uncomfortable with the thought that he’s part of the problem and also has a incorrect conception of feminism. (via brighterthanroses)
I used to have the same incorrect understanding of feminism. I’m glad I woke up and then grew up.
(Source: auto-rambler, via deannawol)
An asexual must always open the door for a pansexual.
Trans* men must always assist genderqueers with their luggage if there are no airport personnel available to help.
A high femme must do battle for any androsexual in peril from dragon or Frenchman.
The traditional age for taking up the sigil of gender anarchy and door-opening is seventeen, after four years of apprenticeship under a non-monogendered Master.
Heterosexual cisgender men are the daintiest treasure of all in Gender-Variant Chivalry. They must be delicately swaddled in linens and samite and carefully carried from castle to castle.
All soft butches must be trained in the use of the quarterstaff in close-quarters combat.
Trans* women wear pointy princess hats and feed the poor and lean out of windows calling for bold knights to do brave deeds, unless they don’t feel like it, in which case they can do something else.
Drag kings must swear before their people to protect the weak and defenseless, to give succour to widowers and orphans, to refrain from the wanton giving of offense, to live by honor and for glory, and to perform one Tom Jones song a month.
A queer boi must always stand whenever a bisexual enters the room.
Lipstick lesbians should offer their seat on public transportation to any polyamorous triads.
Every fortnight, all practitioners of Gender-Variant Chivalry must switch roles and identity with whatever knight stands nearest to them.
Anonymous asked: Why does Chris Evans always grab his left boob when he laughs?
Hello, anon, and thank you for the question.
This topic has been studied by researchers for years. There are three prevailing theories that I will relay to you now.
1. It keeps him on the ground.
You may notice in the gif above that Chris’ leg starts to rise as he laughs, possibly a precursor to his entire body undergoing a sort of lift off due to his joy. Chris then employs his upper body strength to force himself to obey the laws of gravity.
2. To check on his physique.
As you may be aware, anon, it takes a lot of hard work to maintain a superhero body. Chris is concerned that in the time he has spent sitting down, sans working out or eating, he has lost muscle mass. Understandably, he feels the need to make sure that he is still a specimen.
3. Object permanence.
Object permanence is a term applied to the understanding that an object still exists even when you cannot see it. Chris closes his eyes when he laughs, making him unable to see that he has not disappeared. By grabbing his left boob, Chris knows that he has not somehow ceased to exist.
I hope this helps.
"After a while you learn the subtle difference
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
And company doesn’t mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
And presents aren’t promises,
And you begin to accept your defeats
With your head up and your eyes open
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child,
And you learn to build all your roads on today
Because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans
And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn…
That even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul,
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers."
— Jorge Luis Borges (via jerahmyirvine)
(Source: hellanne, via absentlyabbie)
Being privileged doesn’t make you a bad person, denying your privilege does.
Having privilege doesn’t mean that your life is sunshine and rainbows. It means that society favors people like you.
Your personal experiences do not erase your privilege.
Don’t be upset about being told you are privileged, be upset that the things systematically given to you are denied from others.