I have no idea what’s happening here but I’ve been getting these messages from various people. Total 8 messages so far. I kept deleting or reporting them as spam but after looking around some blogs of those people, I came to think that they might not even know if they had sent the messages. I mean, some of them have been following me 3 or 4 years, and still blogging ordinary things. So is it possible that they’re just being used as spam sender or something like that because of virus or I don’t know, hacking program? What if my account is being used too? I’m quite worried. Anybody experiencing the same thing?
Reblogging for awareness. If anyone gets requests for money (bitcoin) from my account, please let me know! I will never ask for money from anyone.
relatives treating you like a bomb at family gatherings; like you’re just some controversy that exists to make holiday dinners more awkward for everyone else
feeling like each time you go to the bathroom other people think you’re making a political statement
not being able to defend yourself when people disrespect you because they’ll think it’s funny if you get offended
people acting like your existence is an inconvenience for them– like your name and pronouns are a hassle- like it’s your fault.
having cis people tell you what “gives you away” like you haven’t already spent every moment of your life hating your body
they laugh at your confidence and they laugh at your insecurities. you feel like no matter what you do, you’ll be laughed at.
knowing that no amount of hormones will change your height, your hips, your hands…
hearing “attack helicopter gender” jokes and “bun/buns/bunself pronouns” jokes and “did you just assume my gender” jokes and “traps are gay” jokes and knowing that people see you as the punchline for each and every one
watching people go out of their way to tell you that they’d neverbe attracted to someone like you, and realizing that they want you to validate their repulsions
knowing that people will always see you as a trans (man) first and as a man second
fighting the urge to scream every time you see a mirror because you know the exact location of every little flaw and you despise all of them
wanting to vomit when you come across old photos
missing out on so many things because you were been too busy feeling trapped in your own skin
feeling like you were deprived of a childhood by the person you weren’t supposed to be
everyone telling you that you should empathize with transphobes because, really, don’t they have a point??
“you’ll always be [deadname] to me”
cis people constantly measuring you up against their standards for what a trans person //should// look like
hearing well-meaning cis people call you “they” because calling you “he” is too hard for them to stomach
you can’t get upset when complete strangers ask you invasive questions about your genitals, your transition, your sex life, ect. because the instant a cis person deems you ‘rude’ your pronouns become ‘optional’.
wondering if forcing yourself back into the closet would be worth it because you’re tired of dealing with people’s reactions
This was meant to be a quick warm up, but it turned into a comic that I’ve wanted to draw for a while. This is something that is extremely important to me, and I appreciate it if you read it.
A while ago, I heard a story that broke my heart. A family went a cat shelter to adopt. The daughter fell in love with a 3-legged cat. The father straight up said “absolutely not”. Because he was missing a leg. That cat was that close to having a family that loved him, but the missing leg held him back. Why?!
Many people have the initial instinct of “nope” when they see an imperfect animal. I get it, but less-adoptable does NOT mean less loveable. 9 out of 10 people will choose a kitten over an adult cat. And those 10% that would get an adult cat often overlook “different” animals.
All I want people to do is be open to the idea of having a “different” pet in their lives. Choose the pet that you fall in love with, but at least give all of them a fair shot at winning your heart.
Don’t dismiss them, they deserve a loving home just as much as any other cat. They still purr, they still love a warm lap, they still play, they still love you. Trust me, next time you are in the market for a new kitty, just go over to that one cat that’s missing an eye and see what he’s all about!
Let me tell to you a thing.
This is Lenore. I first saw her in a little cage at the Petco I frequent (I used to take my parents’ dog in for puppy play time), and she looked like the grouchiest, old, crotchety cat in the world, and I fell instantly in love. She was cranky, she was anti-social, hanging out at the back of her cage. Her fur was matted because she wouldn’t let the groomers near her.
She was perfect.
But I didn’t have a place for her. I wasn’t living in my own space yet, and where I was, I wasn’t allowed cats. So I pressed my face to the bars of her cage and I promised that if no one had adopted her by the time I’d bought a house, I would come back for her.
I visited her every week for over six months while I looked for a house. At one point, they had to just shave her entire rear-end because the mats or fur were so bad. They told me she clawed the heck outta the groomer that did it, screamed the entire time, and spent the next two days growling at anyone that came near the cage.
A couple of weeks later, I closed on my house. I went back and I got an employee, and I said: “That one. I need that cat.”
They got the paperwork and the lady who ran the rescue that was bringing the cats in told me that Lenore (at the time, Lila) was 8 years old, had been owned by an elderly lady who had died, and brought in to a different rescue, who’d had her for six months on top of the time I’d been seeing her at Petco.
This kitty had been living in a 3×3’ cube for over a YEAR because she was older and “less adoptable.”
I signed the paperwork, put her in a cat carrier, and drove her to my new home. I had pretty much nothing; a bed, an old couch, a couple of bookcases, and a tank of mice I called “Cat TV”. I let her out of the carrier and onto my bed, and I told her “I told you I would come back for you when I had a place. It’s not much, but it’s yours too now.”
Lenore spent the next three days straight purring non-stop. She followed me around the house purring. Sat next to me purring. Slept next to me purring. Leaning into every touch, purring, purring, always purring. She still purrs if you so much as think about petting her. She’s amazing, and I love her.
So, you know, if you’re thinking about adopting, and you see a beast that others consider “less adoptable,” think about Lenore.
Wow I have…. tears???
The only problem you will have with a deaf cat is that they have no idea how loud they can get, so they have no volume control and will yell at you a lot.
For some people, this is the opposite of a problem.
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