Fucking Casual

CYBERQUEER GENDERCOMMANDO AND TRASHARCHIST GLAMAZON AND A WOLF W/ TWO TAILS AND A DICKGIRL IN A TOXIC WORLD- I'M ALL THESE THINGS AND I WANT DESTRUCTION

ms-tyrell:

killbenedictcumberbatch:

battledad:

venusaurphobia:

phonetap:

the way he says “ridged chips” is on the top of 2014’s best sounds of the twenty four teens

maybe a dijon mustard spread

I’m talkin about ice cream on the side

and you have GOT to have a bite of my homemade ziti

“ridged chips”

in the freeze

(Source: ellengriswold)

I had to go to Sam’s Club today to refill a prescription and while I was there, I got to terrify an older hetero couple- the woman lunging toward her husband, clutching his arm as I walked by, them only speaking in urgent and hushed whispers. I guess I’m a monster.

Then, I got to amuse a group of white trash teenage boys, them pointing and staring and laughing at me as I pushed my cart past their exposed ribcages, their scissored monster energy tank tops shuddering with eachguffaw. I guess I’m a clown.

I hated the world for a while. I came home and laid on the floor and covered my face with a pillow and I cried and I wanted to destroy everything and I wondered, “Why Are People Such Pieces Of Shit?” And then, “What purpose does being like that serve? How is that beneficial to anyone?”

I don’t know, but I decided that those fuckers will always be that way. It’s not my job to turn them into empathetic creatures. I went and got a mani in a thunderstorm, and then I bought a steak and ate it, and then I went to a movie at the theatre with some homies and drank a 4loko while doing it because yolo. Self-love is better than self-loathing.

Anonymous asked: Hi! In writing about monosexism, you argued that passing privilege isn't a thing, but in discussing 'technically cis' you seem to suggest that someone who is 'passing', perhaps via being closeted, has abundant cis privilege. Could you please clarify?

nataliereed84:

I’m working on an essay regarding my specific definition of privilege, why I feel it’s important to be strict in our definitions of privilege, and “privilege decoys” - things that we refer to as privileges that aren’t really privileges. In that essay I go into a lot of detail about this kind of stuff, including “passing privilege”.

But as a very very very short answer: cis privilege is real, “passing privilege” isn’t, as the latter is simply a CONDITIONAL access to the former, that can (and will) be revoked the second the “passing” ceases to occur.

"Passability" is not an actual TRAIT any given individual possesses. It’s a matter of how people see us, which can shift ENORMOUSLY from context to context or person to person, and a given trans person has very little control over that. One of the reasons "passing" is such a vile term is that it implies it’s somehow in our power to control it, rather than it being a VERY complex, incomprehensible, and mercurial matter of how someone ELSE is reading our gender. Many of the things we do that make us feel "more passable" are just magical thinking, and most "passing advice" is absolutely bunk, having nothing to do with the reality of how and why people read us the way they do. It’s not an uncommon trans experience for someone to be stunned and disbelieving upon disclosure on the same day that someone else claims it was "obvious". And personally, during my "boy mode" early transition I’d have days where I’d get consistently read as female, and days where I’d get consistently read as male, where all I did was change from a v-neck t-shirt to a crew-neck t-shirt.

Even someone who IS consistently read as cis… all the privilege being offered to them WILL be revoked as soon as they soon as they find themselves in a position where they need to disclose… say, a doctor’s office, or disclosing to someone they’re flirting with. This will often be met with statements about how it was “obvious” afterwards.

But EVEN IF “passing” were some kind of consistent quality or trait of a person, it’s still not that “Passable Trans People” are privileged and “Unpassable Trans People” are not. It’s FUCKING CIS PEOPLE who are privileged, and all that’s happenings is a tiny, conditional fragment of cis privilege being accidentally offered to a trans person. The privilege/oppression dynamic at play is Cis Vs. Trans, not One Kind Of Trans Vs. Another Kind Of Trans.

These distinctions are VERY important. If we misunderstand the nature of privilege such that we start treating our siblings in oppression as though they’re the oppressors, and accuse them of being the bearers of privilege that ALL of us are denied, it only serves to pit oppressed against oppressed, when we should REALLY be focusing our attention on our mutual OPPRESSOR.

How we use the term “privilege” is extremely important. And way too often I see it misused to describe simple differences in oppression, or contextually-dependent advantages. THAT’S how our oppressors win… by distracting us from where the power actually lies, and what systems are unequally distributing it.

I got my balls cut off yesterday and it was a thoroughly painful experience. My sack is hella swoll now and there’s a tube sticking out of it draining blood. 

MY BALLS

MY BALLS

GETTIN’ MY BALLS CUT OFF THIS MORNIN’

marchcouldbedarker:

ragemovement:

Not just for those in Detroit, but anywhere where the right to water is being restricted or denied!

hey everyone, this post has only gotten a thousand or so notes and only a single follower of mine has reblogged this from me specifically.
Detroit has been shutting water off for entire neighborhoods regardless of whether people paid bills or not. Even if they didn’t, should that really mean that they should die of thirst? Should there really be a cost to stay alive?
Please, spread this. Link it on other sites so someone down the line who needs this anywhere can take back water, something that should be the right of every human being.

marchcouldbedarker:

ragemovement:

Not just for those in Detroit, but anywhere where the right to water is being restricted or denied!

hey everyone, this post has only gotten a thousand or so notes and only a single follower of mine has reblogged this from me specifically.

Detroit has been shutting water off for entire neighborhoods regardless of whether people paid bills or not. Even if they didn’t, should that really mean that they should die of thirst? Should there really be a cost to stay alive?

Please, spread this. Link it on other sites so someone down the line who needs this anywhere can take back water, something that should be the right of every human being.

(via maevele)

Transmisogyny at Broadway’s Pagliacci Pizza Resturant

poutypuffgirl:

TW: transmisogyny, transmisogyny at the hands of managers/bosses/authority figures

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Dylan, a young woman working at Pagliacci’s Pizza was wrongfully fired this week. She writes her account of the events that led to her unemployment in a facebook status, which she allowed me to post here:

If you want to know what it feels like to get fired for being trans, here’s the statement I gave to the stranger:

Monday, July 7 2014

I was working the salad station near the entrance to the restaurant of Broadway Paggliacci’s. Working there, your function is greeting customers, taking and making salad orders, and bidding customers farewell. It was in the evening on a shift I’d picked up from a coworker when I was saying goodbye to one of our regular customers. He returned the gesture, misgendering me as “man,” which isn’t something too unusual in my life.

I corrected him, “It’s ma’am actaully.” He didn’t hear me clearly the first time, and asked me to repeat myself.

"Ma’am, I’m not a man." He heard me clearly that time, and laughed at me before going about topping his pizza with the condiments we keep by the door. I had a few moments to say something, but I was too in shock to respond. On my way home I resolved to say something to him if I saw him in the restaurant again.

Friday, July 11 2014

Just about midway through my shift working the til at Pag’s he showed up again, waiting at the slice bar for service. I stepped over to him and said, “The last time you were in here I corrected you on my gender and you laughed at me. That was really rude, and I’d like you to apologize.”

He replied, “I don’t really care what’s happening in your life, man, I just need my pizza.”

I responded, “I just need to be respected in my place of work, and I reserve the right to refuse service to you.”

He asked me to have someone else serve him, and I stepped back and asked the kitchen, “Anyone else want to serve this guy?”

Mark the assistant manager stepped up and asked what was going on, and I relayed to him the details of what’d happened the previous Monday. He nodded, and served the guy his pizza. Again I was in shock, this guy had pointedly mocked my identity, and refused to acknowledge any wrong doing, and we were going to serve him? I questioned Mark, and he said “after that rush in the kitchen, I just didn’t want to get into a thing with that guy.” I was in shock again that my dignity was something so easy to dismiss. Should I have been surprised? This was a guy I’d had to ask not to use the word “tranny” around me.

After I took some time to cool down, I told Mark I disagreed with what he’d done, that it sent the message that it was fine to harass me and other trans women like myself. He told me he’d talked to the guy, and told him I preferred female pronouns before asking him, “Are we square here?” That’d been enough for him, but it wasn’t for me. I’d been harassed by a customer for being trans, and I wanted an apology, or to bar him from service there permanently. I decided to wait until Maria, the general manager arrived and bring it up with her.

Maria got in early and I asked her upstairs to talk about what had happened. She told me Mark had already spoken to her about what happened, and she’d spoken with Angela, the head of the company’s HR department about what to do. She told me company policy for dealing with rude customers is to continue serving the customer. To avoid conflict I would step in the back if he came in again and have management serve him. I told her this wasn’t about rudeness, that what he’d done was harassment based on my trans status. She told me there was nothing else she could do.

I went downstairs and thought about what had just happened, that the company I’d worked at for over a year had just backed a customer’s right to trample my identity over mine to speak out against discrimination. I talked over putting in my two weeks with my coworkers, and then went upstairs to do so. I came back downstairs and told my friends at work what’d happened, and why, “If this was about anything else, like race or sexual orientation, something different would’ve happened.”

Mark interrupted me at that point, angrily telling me if I had more to say I should take it upstairs with Maria and him, and that if I was quitting there were papers I needed to sign. I told him I had already given Maria my two weeks and went about my shift as usual. Mark disappeared for about ten minutes before coming down to tell me I could go home. Thinking this was in regard to a request I’d made earlier to Maria to clock off early and take care of errands at the bank I clocked off and went upstairs to change for the last time.

When I got to the top of the stairs, Maria was there with my discharge papers. “Mark told me you were saying Pagliacci’s doesn’t care, and I can’t have you doing that. This is your last day here.” That’s when it hit home for the first time that Pagliacci’s really didn’t care, and I said as much to Maria, signed my papers, changed, bid farewell to my coworkers and stepped outside into unemployment.

On Friday July 11th, Dylan got fired for standing up for her identity, her truth, and her rights in her pace of employment. Dylan has been misgendered, laughed at, and repeatedly silenced at every attempt she has made to speak out about her experience. Her managers repeatedly took the aggressor’s side, claiming that there was nothing they could do, and shamed Dylan for speaking out about her (righteous) frustration at the situation with her co-workers. Dylan was subsequiently fired from her job for demanding an apology from both her managers and the creep that laughed in her face a few days earlier. She sent the above message to The Stranger, and wants to make this as public as possible. “A statement needs to be made about making a safe environment for trans people.”, she says.

If you agree that Dylan was wrongfully fired, that she is brave for speaking out, and that the managers at Broadway’s Pagliacci Pizza are fucking horrible people, PLEASE REBLOG. SPREAD THE MESSAGE.

CONTACT INFO FOR BROADWAY’S PAGLIACCI PIZZA:

426 Broadway East
Seattle, WA 98102

E-mail them at: http://www.pagliacci.com/form/contact

Oh whoops I forgot I had one of these. Been too busy reading about how men are fucking horrible.