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Anonymous: could you maybe explain the drag queen thing i dont get it im sorry


drag queens often perform incredibly catty misogynistic stereotypes of womanhood and use a huge amount of misogynistic slurs and transmisogynistic slurs. it’s also incredibly common for drag circles to excuse or actively engage in racism, see Shirley Q Liquor, who wears actual blackface onstage (which RuPaul defended publicly and insisted wasn’t racist). and when RuPaul’s Drag Race was called out by the trans community for frequently using transmisogynistic slurs and then designing a game on the show where the goal was literally to “clock” trans women, the drag community rose to defend him, and he got away with a weak-ass fauxpology. additonally, drag is a performance, so the performers can shed womanhood (particularly the dangerous territory of DMAB womanhood) at will, and do not actually experience misogyny or transmisogyny in any real way. drag culture also often blurs the lines between drag and non-cis genders as a way of excusing transmisogyny, which perpetuates attitudes in queer communities that non-cis genders are performative and therefore to be judged on how “well” they are performed. this often makes cis queer spaces very uncomfortable for trans people; people will openly clock you and comment on your ability to “pass”. I have no problem with drag as a gender expression, or with DMAB people who express femininity, but I have a huge fucking problem with drag culture.


This is honestly the best poster I have found in a while supporting breast cancer awareness. I am honestly so sick of seeing, “set the tatas free” and “save the boobies”. There is no reason in hell a life threatening, life ruining disease should be sexualized. “Don’t wear a bra day,” go fuck yourselves. You’re not saving a pair of tits, you’re saving the entire package: mind, body, and soul included. Women are not just a pair of breasts.



Tonight in Ferguson, Mo. Even CNN is calling out police brutality.

We are watching history unfold. Do not stand down. Spread the word.

No justice, no peace.

The sheer bravery of the protesters is astonishing 



Autoimmune Disease Acts Like Demonic Possession

Susannah Cahalan started feeling a bit off. Numbness on one side of the body, losing sleep, crying hysterically one minute and laughing the next. She went to get MRIs but they showed nothing. Things were getting a bit more strange.

Her boyfriend told her how at one point while they were watching a show together she started grinding her teeth, moaning, and biting her tongue until she finally passed out. He took her to the hospital and they found out it was a seizure. Her first of many. Things got worse.

She stopped eating, became paranoid and delusional, had more seizures in which blood would spurt out of her mouth. She was hospitalized (one nurse recalls that in the middle of the night while she was getting blood, Susannah sat up straigh and slapped her). Numerous tests were done and the doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong.

That is until Dr. Souhel Najjar came into the picture. He asked her to draw a clock. When she showed him what she had drawn he knew exactly what was wrong with her. All the numbers were written on the right side of the clock face, and no numbers were on the left side.

She had anti-NMDAR encephalitis. The receptors in the frontal lobe, responsible for cognitive reasoning, and the limbic system, or the emotional center of the brain, are under assault by the immune system. In other words, her body was attacking her brain. Nearly 90% of people that suffer from this go undiagnosed and it is more common in women.



Oh, and she wrote a book about it called 

Brain on Fire: My Month of Madness


i think a lot of you…….got this weird fetishization of asian culture and particularly asian women going on and while you might not be doing it on purpose, you’re still kinda doing it….and you should probably check yourself





In case you didn’t know, October is learning disability awareness month! Also, you probably didn’t know I have one, since the general reaction I tend to get is “you don’t /look/ like you have a learning disability”.

That’s partially why I made this, because people seem to think you’re branded with it on your forhead when in real life it’s not like that at all—In fact, that mentality is probably what hurt my academic career for so long, because people with Dyscalculia often excel in other areas! I remember a lot if teachers/classmates/my own parents telling me to ‘just try harder’, because to them it seemed like I wasn’t applying myself. Dyscalculia is also not a ‘popular’ learning disability that’s talked about, it’s a pretty common occurance for me to have to give an explanation to others who think I’m ‘lazy’, so I figured this is a little educational as well as personal.

Those with Dyscalculia have trouble with*:

•Counting, estimating, and measuring. •Learning math facts (like addition, subtraction, multiplication, ect). •Problem-solving skills. •Concepts of time and navigation (scheduling, telling the diffrence between directions). *Among other things, but those are the most common.

●Here are some Dyscalculia resources:
•Learning Disability Association of America- []
•National Center for Learning Disabilities- []

●Think you have Dyscalculia? Test yourself (Don’t self-diagnose, bring your results to your parent/school counselor/therapist and discuss further testing)

I did not know that Dyscalculia was a diagnosis that existed until a few years ago. Once I knew, it felt like I was aiming a flashlight back at my school career, finally able to see some things clearly. Ask me to read a novel and write a term paper overnight? Sure, no problem. Ask me to do a times table? Blind, near-sobbing panic. 

Even now, if I have to do basic multiplication, if it’s not something that had a song from Schoolhouse Rock, I … I’m not sure I can do it.

I wish I had known that I was dyscalculic in middle and high school. And my one year of college. And the entirety of my life. Yeah, I just wish I had known dyscalculia was a thing so I could have understood my brain and not have beaten myself up over it so much. I’m happy I know now, though!

Also, in my experience, being labeled “gifted” while at the same time being neuro-atypical and undiagnosed really does a number on your sense of self. 

i’m autistic, and when i’m overloaded i can lose my ability to process numbers. i also lose speech processing during overload, and since high school is stressful and classes are taught verbally, i used to go into a death spiral where if a particular class bumped me over a certan stress threshold i could never learn anything in that class again. i wasn’t diagnosed back then, and got a lot of the old “you’re so smart we don’t know why you can’t do this” crap.

like, thanks guys, i was there when you gave me the iq test, and it would be really great if folks could occasionally mention the ‘official genius’ thing in some context besides refusing to help me when i can’t do something. just for variety. :/

anyway, i failed algebra 1 twice. i just. could. not. do it. i was in danger of not graduating high school because i couldn’t complete my math credit, despite a B+ average in everything else. and after far too much of the ‘but you’re so smart’ crap, some bright spark in the school counseling office had this brilliant idea: “hey, jesse aces all his science courses, and physics counts for a math credit, so how about we have him take AP physics on a pass/fail basis?” i was thrown into this advanced class in an entirely new field in the middle of the semester, new teacher, new book, no clue what was going on — and i did fine. because it was science, and i knew i was good at science, so my stress threshold never tripped and i didn’t go into the death spiral. i passed and graduated, and after the final the teacher took me aside and told me i would’ve made a C+ if i’d been being graded, despite having missed the first half of the class.

i’m not trying to make a point about anyone else’s dyscalculia, btw. just felt like telling a personal story about learning disabilities.


Does it bother anyone else that there are parts of your life you don’t remember? You have done and said things that you don’t even know about anymore. That means you don’t even have the right perception of yourself because you don’t even fully know who you are. However, something that you’ve forgotten about could be a prominent memory in somebody else’s mind. It trips me out.


i made a post about a caps-to-lowercase converter once, but i was able to find an even better, more easy-to-use one!

it lets you do even more with your text. just copy and paste the text you want to alter and click an option. it even lets you convert it into a .txt file

here’s the link:

reblog this for your followers and friends, you never know who may need it, and if you do - you could tell them about this nice website.