I made this petition to legally recognize non-binary genders
Amen. SIGNAL BOOST.
SIGNING AND BOOSTING, both are important!!!
ok seriously if you were one of those people making a huge deal about a nonbinary option in pokemon (esp. if you are binary/cis) PLEASE PLEASE SIGN AND REBLOG THIS IT IS ACTUALLY A BIG DEAL FOR US PLEASE
pplease please please sign this okay it needs 100k signatures by april 2nd
i know it’s a pain in the ass to sign up and shit but please i am literally begging here
This is super important, USA followers! Please please please take a few minutes to sign your name!
It kind of amazes me (not in a good way) that this isn’t even at 12,000 signatures. It was at 7,000ish when I signed it 4 days ago. C’mon, Tumblr, you can do better than this, I’ve seen you completely overwhelm meaningless polls. This is a little more important than that.
Why did you give no hint that night
That quickly after the morrow's dawn,
And calmly, as if indifferent quite,
You would close your term here, up and be gone
Where I could not follow
With wing of swallow
To gain one glimpse of you ever anon!
Never to bid good-bye
Or lip me the softest call,
Or utter a wish for a word, while I
Saw morning harden upon the wall,
That your great going
Had place that moment, and altered all.
Why do you make me leave the house
And think for a breath it is you I see
At the end of the alley of bending boughs
Where so often at dusk you used to be;
Till in darkening dankness
The yawning blankness
Of the perspective sickens me!
You were she who abode
By those red-veined rocks far West,
You were the swan-necked one who rode
Along the beetling Beeny Crest,
And, reining nigh me,
Would muse and eye me,
While Life unrolled us its very best.
Why, then, latterly did we not speak,
Did we not think of those days long dead,
And ere your vanishing strive to seek
That time's renewal? We might have said,
"In this bright spring weather
We'll visit together
Those places that once we visited."
Well, well! All's past amend,
Unchangeable. It must go.
I seem but a dead man held on end
To sink down soon. . . . O you could not know
That such swift fleeing
No soul foreseeing--
Not even I--would undo me so!
“People are not poor because they think it sounds like a great idea. People are poor because they don’t have other opportunities. Helping out rich people was a theory that we tried. It did not help anybody else except rich people.”
Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.
“She stroked my head for a long time, and then we hugged and it felt like drowning. Then I was frightened but couldn’t stop. There was something crawling in my belly. I had an octopus inside me.” (Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit)
“One thing that I am certain of, I do not want to be betrayed, but that’s quite hard to say, casually, at the beginning of a relationship. It’s not a word people use very often, which confuses me, because there are different kinds of infidelity, but betrayal is betrayal wherever you find it.” (Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit)
“‘I’ll give you five minutes and I’ll be back in here and you’ll wish you’d never been born.’ But I have never wished that and I wasn’t going to start wishing it for him.” (Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?)
Because I spend so much time now in a very professional, gender normative work environment, I have to remind myself that I love weird people, I am weird, I want to be weird, and being normal is truly horrifying. I’m thinking of that experience of seeing someone on the street or on the bus who is working some kind of weird, non-normative look and feeling some delight and relief, like the person’s existence is making space for you. I have often felt that way when I see other visibly queer or visibly trans people, or other kinds of rule-breakers. It’s beautiful to see people taking those risks and its wonderful to have those moments of mutual recognition with a stranger in the midst of a hostile world.
when teaching on church ritual, holy week, and the meaning behind every little gesture, word, and phrase, how they teach us sanctification, humble us before god and each other, and draw us nearer to god, who is love, and in the middle of that teaching a homeless woman enters the classroom and asks to use the bathroom, the correct response is, “sure, right this way, ma’am.” really, that is the appropriate response ALL THE TIME, not just when teaching these things.
“YOU CANNOT TEACH ABOUT THE IMPORTANCE OF CLERGY WASHING THE FEET OF OTHERS ON MAUNDY THURSDAY AND THEN TRY TO REFUSE THE BATHROOM TO A HOMELESS WOMAN.”