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glitterfish1272:

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randomslasher:

virtuous-thing:

bloodytales:

Teach boys about periods

My mother also talked about periods to my brothers.

When I first got mine I had terrible cramps. Crippling cramps. I once was camping with my family and a few of my big brother’s friends when my period came. My cramps were so bad that my mom gave me a full pain killer ( I was 13 and before that she only gave me pills cut in half).

I literally laid down on my parents’ air mattress and cried in pain for an hour before the pill kicked in.

My brothers friend came in to the big tent and I was just curled up and sobbing. Now, I was quite the tomboy and was known to rough house with my brothers and their friends and made sure I wasnt seen as just “a little girl.” So my brother’s friend was confused to see me openly weeping in the fetal position (seriously, these were the worst cramps I have had in my life. My vision went white). He asked what was wrong with me.

My big brother stood up immediately and suggested a nice long hike. During this hike I am sure he had a pretty awkward conversation with his friend explaining menstrual cramps, because when they got back the pain pill had (mostly) kicked in and I was sitting up at a table when my brother’s friend sheepishly asked me if I was feeling better. I said I was better, and he said good.

When we made s'mores that night my brother and his friend kept me well supplied with chocolate.

Making sure sons know as much about periods and menstruation as daughters makes them better brothers, better sons better fathers, and better men. A man that understands a period will not lightly accuse a woman of “being on her period” if the woman is in an argument.

Raise better sons Teach them about normal bodily functions.

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this reminds me of that post about that dude who carries tampons with him at the gym because “half the world menstruates” and “you will build a whole guest room in case your friends want to stay the night but you won’t carry tampons in case they start their periods unexpectedly” or something and honestly they both give me life. <3

Ugh the number of times I’ve started discussing periods with my mom and my brothers flee the room. Like c’mon yOU ARE NOT THE ONES WHOSE INTERNAL ORGANS ARE COMMITTING SUICIDE!!!

YES

This reminds of when the associate pastor at the time at our church asked me how I was and I was on my period and I was tired and not feeling well because of it so I like straight up told him I was on my period and my mom got mad at me for it like ???

Dude asked what was wrong I was honest I wasn’t gonna sugar coat crap don’t care if he was an assistant pastor he asked so he got an answer

Had a teacher in High school say girls could control when they got their periods and how much pain they were in when they had it. To the WHOLE class. The boys in the class believed him for like half a minute before a super quiet girl in class stood up and asked our teacher if it would hurt if he got kicked in the nuts. Asked if he would be able to control the pain. He said no because that’s not how it works. Then she said “So how is it you can’t control the pain when your kicked in the nuts, but apparently we can when our organ is LITERALLY SHREDDING ITSELF?!” A lot of kids were shocked but then another girl jumped in saying “My period cramps get so bad they make me physically throw up” and a lot of girls kept chiming in with period experiences. The teacher was trying to get everyone to stop but no one would. The boys started asking questions and stopped believing the teacher about it. No one questioned when a girl had to leave to go change her pad or tampon during their periods after that.

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pardof3lis:

thecrabbybarista:

just-thoughts-blogs:

bitchvirgo:

copyrighting neon dream as we speak

I could’ve been Weed Week but nooooooo I’m Idiot Jerk

I could’ve been Girl Sex but noooooooo I’m Spit Day

I couldve been goth mom but noooooooo I’m idiot lungs

IM GOTH KIDS

I could have been OK Dad but noooooooo I’m WEED HOTEL

I could’ve been Shit Hotel but nooooooooo I’m Pink Uncle 🙄😂

I got Girl Pit and I don’t regret it one bit

Idiot Baby……accurate

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stellar–sapphic:

Pride is almost here so I think it is good to remember pride isn’t here thanks to world wide companies who “dress in rainbow” just for a month. Pride is here because trans women, butch lesbians, gay men, queer people of color and every other memeber of the LGBTQ+ community fought in the past and still fighting today. There are still a lot of things to fight for. So keep fighting until we are sure each one of us is safe and happy. Have a great pride month.

Also trans men. Because posts like this always mention trans women but not trans men. It is possible to support transfeminine people without perpetuating the myth that trans men have never been involved in our own history. Thanks.

Jamison Green, born in 1948. He was a pioneer for trans men after Lou Sullivan’s death. He’s still alive.

Carter Brown, a victim of workplace transphobia, and the founder of Black Transmen Inc.

Robert Eads, 1945-1999. Pictured with his trans female partner, Lola. I recommend watching Southern Comfort, which follows him throughout his final year of life. His story is a beautiful one, but also a tragic example of medical transphobia.

Loren Cameron, born in 1959. A photographer and artist, who curated exceptional and groundbreaking collections of trans photography.

Willmer Broadnax, 1916-1992. A black gospel singer who never medically transitioned, but lived his entire life as a male, in public.

Lucas Silveira, born in 1979. He is the first openly transgender man to have signed with a major record label. He is still alive.

Billy Tipton, 1914-1989. He did not undergo a medical transition, but raised multiple children, and had a successful musical career.

Jim McHarris, a black trans man born in 1954, who you can read more about here.

Reed Erickson, 1917-1992. You can read about his insanely important contribution to LGBT+ progress here.

Stop erasing trans male stories by leaving us out of Pride Month posts.

Trans men are not a footnote in history.

Trans men are not an afterthought.

We have always been around.

Erasure of trans men, and transmasculine people more generally, perpetuates the myth that queerness is inherently feminine. Butch lesbians, male impersonators, and trans men have always been central to LGBT+ progress and pride. I’m tired of people defaulting to anti-FTM mindsets, or at the very least, erasing trans men as their first instinct. I’m sick of the invisibility that we suffer. I’m sick of masculine lesbians, like Stormé DeLarverie, being treated as irrelevant. I feel so much solidarity with butches and lesbians who have been cut out of history, because the same thing is happening to trans men.

This Pride Month, when you see a post claiming trans women are the only ones who ever contributed to progress, remember to critically think. Remember all the work that trans men have done. Remember the masculine people, and men, who died so that we could live. Who stood alongside drag queens and trans women.

cthulhu-with-a-fez:

prettyboygirl:

men will crush your hand and be like this is great im winning the handshake. something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve

okay, so. here’s the thing.

when i was in middle school, the stem program i was in required us to do science fair as part of the curriculum. a pretty decent handful of us made it all the way to the tricounty regional fair, which was as high as we could go in the junior division. and one of the things i had to learn to win at science fair was a good business handshake to greet the judges with - something not too soft but not too firm, nice and crisp and decisive. i practiced this handshake with my dad until he deemed it Just Right, and off to the science fair i went with my newly calibrated Perfect Business Handshake at the ripe old age of twelve.

(this continued to serve me well in various other contexts, and i treasure every instance of watching someone visibly double-take over the fact that i - a squishy-looking 5′1 teenage girl - had casually deployed a Perfect Business Handshake.)

this all changed when i started doing construction work.

men who do construction work take firm handshakes to the next goddamn level. construction worker handshakes are a check to both parties’ professional pride, establishing to each other that they have the calluses and forearm muscles appropriate to their station. construction worker handshakes are ‘we are both using the other person’s hand as a grip strength checker’ handshakes. construction worker handshakes are like bricks. 

(source: the many, MANY handshakes i’ve experienced at the union hall. carpenters local 197 represent.)

most importantly, however, construction worker handshakes would have eaten my perfect business handshake for breakfast. i had to up my game, so i recalibrated to match the standing expectation of ‘the right amount of firmness is the maximum grip output you are capable of.’ which was all well and good for a while, because the only people i was handshaking were other construction workers! i got a couple considering nods out of this! life is going swimmingly!

… except then one day my dad, an accountant, gets an assistant to help at his home office. a very skinny and desk-work-inclined assistant, to whom i am summarily introduced.

“this is jay, he’s going to be helping me out this tax season,“ dad says. “jay, this is kelly.“

i say “hi, nice to meet you,” and reach forwards for a handshake.

now, the thing you have to keep in mind is that i’d just come home from a long day at work. i am very tired, i am operating on pure autopilot, and my handshake has been calibrated for construction worker grip strength for the last year and a half. absolutely nowhere in my mind is the concept that perhaps a CPA’s assistant might not be expecting that. nowhere in my mind is the thought that perhaps i should dredge up my old business handshake for the current situation. but it really should have been, because you know what happened next?

he puts his hand in mine, and i crush it like a soda can.