I'm an 20 year old transguy living in Southern Arizona. Immigrant from central Mexico, lived here most my life. I really love dogs and I crochet very badly but I try. My mom and I make jewlery and sell it to help pay for my top surgery loan and my student loans, thats the storenvy link above.
I'm currently majoring in Gender and Womens Studies with an emphasis on Trans and Queer Studies (hopefully with a minor in theatre). My T date is August 20, 2015 and my top surgery date is June 22, 2016 with Dr.G$
I see so much commentary in the tags about how Trump can’t be a Nazi because he’s pro-Israel, and I’m sitting here like, guys. Children. Nazi doesn’t mean “kills Jews.” That was the horrible outcome. The ideology itself was putting one’s own nation above all else (ring a bell?) while undermining democratic values (RING A BELL?) and being blatantly racist (RING A… you know what, forget it, you’re not listening to me anyway).
Instead of anti-communism you now have fierce pro-capitalism and instead of Jewish people being called animals you now have immigrants facing the same hatred. You already have the denunciations and people walking from door to door trying to root out “illegals.”
Current US politics may not involve any gas chambers, but Hitler didn’t burst on the political scene with “Let’s kill all the Jews!” either. If you honestly think US policies won’t escalate further, especially if Trump gets a second term, you’re standing chin-deep in denial.
I know it’s from a superhero movie, but the line I keep running in my head is, “Everyone forgets that the first country the Nazis invaded was their own.”
I had a dream that unless the teacher told us class was over, we were forbidden from going out the door. Our teacher was very forgetful, and maybe even malicious. After being forced to stay past sunset many days, my class decided we were going to break out every night. Eventually our attempts led us to discovering rifts in space-time where we could warp. So we never used the door. Checkmate.
the window
what? you going to critique my dreams? my subconscious creations, that I did by accident, while asleep? the chemicals in my brain? are you going to use your foul eyes and dissect all of the plotholes in my dreams? you going to critique the weather? harass the clouds? make fun of thunder for being off key? remind me to come to your house and shred your shoes
