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Pooner fat mike except balder and probably equally as shit politics
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The first one is very creepy actually, "I dont know whether I want to be with you or just be you" is some fucking serious silence of the lambs vibes. As I was using the internet at that time, let me remake this meme the correct way, with the correct setting of the text:
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Time for something historic. Back in the mid 1930s, a Spanish lawyer and his wife left a suitcase in a secure place and then vanished. Eighty years later, according to Spanish law, it was opened. And it turned out that the guy who dropped it off was a troon, and it was full of photos of him and his wife. The Guardian's got the full story if you care (Archive). Short story, he was never heard of again, but his troonery is now on full display in a Madrid museum. Here are the photos, and he looks as ridiculous as his modern equivalents. Terry Jones playing the organ comes to mind.
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As part of its commitment to the arts, Monstrous Bubo Production proudly sponsors a women’s poetry prize, open to all women, penised and depenised.
Our third winner, zemljaradnika, exemplifies the complexity of a modern lady poet’s life. Eight months ago, the muse descended and inspired ”She left me her gardens”. Like a baby in a transwomb, the poem kept growing until zemljaradnika gave birth to part 2. Here is the much euphoric result, a worthy winner.
Our third winner, zemljaradnika, exemplifies the complexity of a modern lady poet’s life. Eight months ago, the muse descended and inspired ”She left me her gardens”. Like a baby in a transwomb, the poem kept growing until zemljaradnika gave birth to part 2. Here is the much euphoric result, a worthy winner.
Part 1
She left me her gardens,
The flower beds I once built,
I remember how happy it made her
When they were finally filt,
With dirt that had buried the fence lines
Blown in so long ago,
The losses of a half century,
Given a new home,
Into them went her grandma’s flowers,
Gifts divided from her beds,
Hostas, catmint and yarrow
With flox to line the edge,
Here and there she planted her herbs
She placed fruits to catch the rain,
Strawberries in the sun,
Raspberries in the shade.
With time the grass in the lawn came back in
Our natives plus some seed we sewn,
And we’d spend our evenings sitting on the railroad ties,
Watching our dogs play in their new home.
We scattered wild flower seed,
Gathered pods from the neighbor’s hollyhocks
We rejoiced with the arrival of larkspur columbines and cosmos
Plus the native sage and verbenas that would not be forgot.
And then ......
Then she walked away,
That happy home destroyed by my words,
That this man with whom she shared her dreams
Wasn’t happy being such
And wanted to change his body, and that.....
That changed everything
And so she walked away,
And never once looked back,
Never once gave an indication,
That she missed what we once had,
So she left me her gardens,
For which I do my best to care,
And each night still finds me on the railroad ties,
Lost in thought as I sit and stare
For like a ghost the memory of us still lingers
The dogs tearing to and fro,
The beauty of her face
Highlighted in the evenings glow.
She left me her gardens,
Their beauty bittersweet,
For each bit of joy they bring,
Is laden with her memory.
It’s been years since she left now,
And I still miss her so,
I wish some way we could have made it work
That our love could have still found a home
A thousand regrets still linger,
Could it have still worked?
If I’d known the right things to say,
Spoke just what needed to be heard
But the truth is I was clumsy,
The revelation came with so much shame,
And so often I was not an easy person to love
Trapped inside a prison of guilt and pain
And so she left me her gardens,
I'll sit her till the last bit of color fades away from sight,
The once again retire to an empty home
And hope to survive another lonely night.
link | archive
Part 2
She left me her gardens
For which I did my best to care,
In hopes someday she might return
And find them standing there.
Just like she’d left them,
That our love would still remain
Having weathered through the dry and barren years
Just waiting to bloom again.
I made the mistake of telling her this once
Awkward silence filled the air
Dark clouds stormed in her eyes,
And there was lightning in her glare
She said I could burn this place to the ground,
She really didn’t care
If that’s what it took for me to move on,
Cuz she was already there.
These words they cut so deeply,
How could she despise the idea of us so,
That she no longer placed any value
On what she had once made to grow.
Still, I watered and I weeded
I hoped and hurt and ached
But her avoidance only spoke to the truth of her words
With each new year and month and day.
The phone calls that went unanswered
The texts that went unseen
Yet each night I still heard her voice
In the heartbroken ache of my dreams
But the flowers still blossomed
Just like they did for her
With Vibrant greens and dazzling colors
They let me know they still appreciated my work
The yard still looked so nice after it had been mowed
Even if she was no longer there to tell me so
Those railroad ties still seemed to be the place
To soak in the sunsets glow.
I divided the phlox and the catmint
Brought back wildflowers I would find on the side of the road
And when the aspen started sending shoots
I transplanted them to new homes
With time I met another,
Whether by chance, fate or grace.
As two dry and weary hungry souls
Thirsted to see a smile on another’s face
And we’ve learned to love another,
She accepts me as I am,
Once again the house knows laughter
And the comfort of a gentle hand.
Now together, we tend these gardens
There are vegetables in the mustang pen
And the place I once watched her train horses
Serves purpose once again
Her grandma’s hostas are still thriving
I hope she is too
I hope that life is kind to her
That each day finds her soul renewed.
Someday I hope she finds another,
One who fills her heart with joy,
A future full of promise that outweighs the resentment of wasted years
She spent with me before I decided I could no longer be a boy.
Yet I wonder if she ever misses me?
Am I simply being vain?
What good would it do if she did?
With everything that has changed?
So many days that pass,
I still struggle with the doubts
If I had truly loved her, would I have not waited forever?
Or chosen to go with out?
If I had tended her like these flowers
Might she have chosen to stay?
Would her love not have been so dependent on how I looked?
Or what I chose to call my name?
She left me her gardens
I will always see her there,
I may never truly get over her.
But I am no longer filled with despair.
Each year the beds seem a little stronger
Fueled by deeper roots
Each year I seem a little more certain
In this path that I choose.
She left me her gardens
But it seems Mother Nature has her way
Of sending wild flowers to cover scars
And using beauty to heal the pain.
link | archive
She left me her gardens,
The flower beds I once built,
I remember how happy it made her
When they were finally filt,
With dirt that had buried the fence lines
Blown in so long ago,
The losses of a half century,
Given a new home,
Into them went her grandma’s flowers,
Gifts divided from her beds,
Hostas, catmint and yarrow
With flox to line the edge,
Here and there she planted her herbs
She placed fruits to catch the rain,
Strawberries in the sun,
Raspberries in the shade.
With time the grass in the lawn came back in
Our natives plus some seed we sewn,
And we’d spend our evenings sitting on the railroad ties,
Watching our dogs play in their new home.
We scattered wild flower seed,
Gathered pods from the neighbor’s hollyhocks
We rejoiced with the arrival of larkspur columbines and cosmos
Plus the native sage and verbenas that would not be forgot.
And then ......
Then she walked away,
That happy home destroyed by my words,
That this man with whom she shared her dreams
Wasn’t happy being such
And wanted to change his body, and that.....
That changed everything
And so she walked away,
And never once looked back,
Never once gave an indication,
That she missed what we once had,
So she left me her gardens,
For which I do my best to care,
And each night still finds me on the railroad ties,
Lost in thought as I sit and stare
For like a ghost the memory of us still lingers
The dogs tearing to and fro,
The beauty of her face
Highlighted in the evenings glow.
She left me her gardens,
Their beauty bittersweet,
For each bit of joy they bring,
Is laden with her memory.
It’s been years since she left now,
And I still miss her so,
I wish some way we could have made it work
That our love could have still found a home
A thousand regrets still linger,
Could it have still worked?
If I’d known the right things to say,
Spoke just what needed to be heard
But the truth is I was clumsy,
The revelation came with so much shame,
And so often I was not an easy person to love
Trapped inside a prison of guilt and pain
And so she left me her gardens,
I'll sit her till the last bit of color fades away from sight,
The once again retire to an empty home
And hope to survive another lonely night.
link | archive
Part 2
She left me her gardens
For which I did my best to care,
In hopes someday she might return
And find them standing there.
Just like she’d left them,
That our love would still remain
Having weathered through the dry and barren years
Just waiting to bloom again.
I made the mistake of telling her this once
Awkward silence filled the air
Dark clouds stormed in her eyes,
And there was lightning in her glare
She said I could burn this place to the ground,
She really didn’t care
If that’s what it took for me to move on,
Cuz she was already there.
These words they cut so deeply,
How could she despise the idea of us so,
That she no longer placed any value
On what she had once made to grow.
Still, I watered and I weeded
I hoped and hurt and ached
But her avoidance only spoke to the truth of her words
With each new year and month and day.
The phone calls that went unanswered
The texts that went unseen
Yet each night I still heard her voice
In the heartbroken ache of my dreams
But the flowers still blossomed
Just like they did for her
With Vibrant greens and dazzling colors
They let me know they still appreciated my work
The yard still looked so nice after it had been mowed
Even if she was no longer there to tell me so
Those railroad ties still seemed to be the place
To soak in the sunsets glow.
I divided the phlox and the catmint
Brought back wildflowers I would find on the side of the road
And when the aspen started sending shoots
I transplanted them to new homes
With time I met another,
Whether by chance, fate or grace.
As two dry and weary hungry souls
Thirsted to see a smile on another’s face
And we’ve learned to love another,
She accepts me as I am,
Once again the house knows laughter
And the comfort of a gentle hand.
Now together, we tend these gardens
There are vegetables in the mustang pen
And the place I once watched her train horses
Serves purpose once again
Her grandma’s hostas are still thriving
I hope she is too
I hope that life is kind to her
That each day finds her soul renewed.
Someday I hope she finds another,
One who fills her heart with joy,
A future full of promise that outweighs the resentment of wasted years
She spent with me before I decided I could no longer be a boy.
Yet I wonder if she ever misses me?
Am I simply being vain?
What good would it do if she did?
With everything that has changed?
So many days that pass,
I still struggle with the doubts
If I had truly loved her, would I have not waited forever?
Or chosen to go with out?
If I had tended her like these flowers
Might she have chosen to stay?
Would her love not have been so dependent on how I looked?
Or what I chose to call my name?
She left me her gardens
I will always see her there,
I may never truly get over her.
But I am no longer filled with despair.
Each year the beds seem a little stronger
Fueled by deeper roots
Each year I seem a little more certain
In this path that I choose.
She left me her gardens
But it seems Mother Nature has her way
Of sending wild flowers to cover scars
And using beauty to heal the pain.
link | archive
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It's creepy in general to have ever wanted to be someone else.
Admiring certain traits that others have and wanting to develop those traits for yourself is understandable, as is wanting to be with someone who has traits that you want for yourself (to an extent), but to actually wish that you were skin-walking them?
It's a violation of basic decency and it is perverted, which isn't immediately obvious because the concept of "wanting to be someone else" is automatically translated into: "I want to be more like a different person" and that's not inherently a bad thing. The problem lies where people are assuming the translation, when these idiots are being flatly serious.
I could never fathom wanting to be someone else. I can try to appreciate the perspective of others but to change shape into a foreign body? A foreign mind? It's disgusting.
Trannies are so fucked up for this.
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i accidentally erased windows off my computer in 2005 trying to install linux. I got good pretty fast for a highschooler. I fight all the time with work computers cause they all use windows.
Get off my lawn (OS) trannies!
Chickenpolar
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Kids are the best.
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Mom's undermining her daughter's trust in her by telling her an obvious lie
How to discuss gender identity with 4 yr old?
There’s a teacher in my daughter’s (4) school that is transgender, MTF. Is it appropriate to say she isn’t passing? I don’t want to be offensive. Either way my daughter referred to her as “he” and I corrected her to which she replied very matter of factly “that’s a man” and walked away. I want to affirm the teacher and raise a good citizen and I was at a loss. What would y’all do? I am an ally and do not want to discuss the validity of anyone’s identity or who should or shouldn’t exist. This post is about, love, respect, and affirmation thanks!
There’s a teacher in my daughter’s (4) school that is transgender, MTF. Is it appropriate to say she isn’t passing? I don’t want to be offensive. Either way my daughter referred to her as “he” and I corrected her to which she replied very matter of factly “that’s a man” and walked away. I want to affirm the teacher and raise a good citizen and I was at a loss. What would y’all do? I am an ally and do not want to discuss the validity of anyone’s identity or who should or shouldn’t exist. This post is about, love, respect, and affirmation thanks!
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Mom's undermining her daughter's trust in her by telling her an obvious lie
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My guess is Franco got him for being a degenerate. Good.
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Sad thing is eventually that girl will be manipulated into thinking the male teacher is a woman. At least she's resisting for now though....
autogynephobia
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"I absolutely will insist on correct pronoun usage because, as you stated, she doesn't have the final say. My concern was more about challenging what she sees/knows with what is."
Something I think people misunderstand about grooming is that it doesn't necessarily entail sexual intent. The vast majority of parents and teachers who enforce this nonsense are not personally out to molest kids. But what they are doing, by systematically undermining children's instincts and sensory perceptions, is making them more vulnerable to that rare individual who does want to molest them. Grooming them, if you will, to be susceptible to abuse, even if that's not the intent. A generation of children who have been taught that firmly articulating boundaries in the face of social pressure is "unkind", and that their own eyes are lying to them ("no, honey, that's a WOMAN'S penis"), are a predator's wet dream. Makes me legitimately MATI.
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battle_mommyx2 [score hidden] 25 minutes ago
My brother is trans. My daughter (3 at the time) kept calling him “she.” I just kept gently recorrecting. I didn’t get into the whole trans explanation yet. Just talked about why she thought he was a she. Daughter said that trans brother had long hair and was therefore a girl. I talked about how boys and girls can look anyway they want and makeup is for all and dresses are for all. That felt more age appropriate for now to me and we will keep working on explaining as she gets older.
[–]Babycatcher2023(S) [score hidden] 17 minutes ago
Omg the teacher is bald! Maybe that’s why she’s so sure she’s a man. I’ll have to ask the next time.
[–]battle_mommyx2 [score hidden] 11 minutes ago
Yeah it could help!
My brother is trans. My daughter (3 at the time) kept calling him “she.” I just kept gently recorrecting. I didn’t get into the whole trans explanation yet. Just talked about why she thought he was a she. Daughter said that trans brother had long hair and was therefore a girl. I talked about how boys and girls can look anyway they want and makeup is for all and dresses are for all. That felt more age appropriate for now to me and we will keep working on explaining as she gets older.
[–]Babycatcher2023(S) [score hidden] 17 minutes ago
Omg the teacher is bald! Maybe that’s why she’s so sure she’s a man. I’ll have to ask the next time.
[–]battle_mommyx2 [score hidden] 11 minutes ago
Yeah it could help!
HE'S BALD?
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This is the advertising I've seen them use in stores in my small European country. And I believed it, like a sucker. Felted by corpos again.
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"I want to be a good citizen" hearing shit like that is legit just so creepy to me. Especially in the context of forcing your very young child to deny the reality they're observing for the narcissistic perversions of some rando teacher.
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Brings a whole new meaning to the phrase “If you tolerate this, then your children will be next.”
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LaughJoke2.0
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If your kid has a troon teacher than your only response should be is to get the kid, the hell out of that school.
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This utterly psychotic woman has been the main character on Terf War Twitter a few times before, but she's gone seriously over the top today.
- Claim you've been doxxed and direct everyone towards the culprit so they can find out who you are.
- But be on record yourself approving of doxxing someone you don't like.
- Blame someone utterly uninvolved
- That someone is JKR oh yeah baby.
- Also pick a fight with Mary-Cate Delvey because she is definitely not 5 times smarter than you and absolutely on fire at the moment
- hide the best replies so people can zero in on them.
The Slugbanana account has just locked up so can't find the original tweet now but turns out this person is called Erica Hendrix and was profiled in some magazine before pooning out.
This really is a masterful tweet that belongs in a manual of self-own. It's perfect.
- Claim you've been doxxed and direct everyone towards the culprit so they can find out who you are.
- But be on record yourself approving of doxxing someone you don't like.
- Blame someone utterly uninvolved
- That someone is JKR oh yeah baby.
- Also pick a fight with Mary-Cate Delvey because she is definitely not 5 times smarter than you and absolutely on fire at the moment
- hide the best replies so people can zero in on them.
The Slugbanana account has just locked up so can't find the original tweet now but turns out this person is called Erica Hendrix and was profiled in some magazine before pooning out.