Pardon, but your tie is not symmetrical.

Man and his dog with matching hats early 1930′s, Maine.

[ID: a black and white photo of an old man with a bushy moustache, a flat cap on his head and a pipe in his hand. He's standing next to a fluffy white dog, standing on its hind legs, also wearing a flat cap. /end ID].

I took my dad to pride today. After asking him and saying what itt might entail, I made him a free dad hugs sign:

While walking there, a lot of people pointed at him and said it was a cute idea. They were right.

My (and his) personal highlights were:

My dad said that the majority of people hugging him were either older (25-60) queer men or younger (15-25) trans people. He really loved the experience and felt like a lot of the people, especially the older guys really needed it.

Anyway we're definitely doing this again next year

[ID 1: a photo of an older white man with grey hair, wearing a shirt with text on it, ending with "nonbinary child". He has a sign around his neck, saying "free dad hugs" with the Ukrainian flag on it and a trans flag tugged under the string.

ID 2: a photo of the same dad, hugging someone who's inside a bandwagon. /end ID].

Southern Comfort (2001)

A beautiful scene featuring transgender man Robert Eades and his transgender girlfriend Lola.

[TRANSCRIPT:

Robert: – and now she’s coming out, full blown… she is something else.

Lola: Oh, please, stop it.

Robert: What? I’m just telling her how wonderful you are, and how beautiful, and how organised, and…

Lola: Actually, you know, I really should put all of this on tape, you know? For when I’m not feeling so great.

Robert: Sweetheart, it is on tape. 

[BOTH LAUGH]

Robert: Just in the last couple of months now, it’s come on real strong, but she just really blushes! I can get her to blush all the way from head to toe. See? And she can’t deal with it! She’s never blushed like that before!

Lola: [SIGHS]

[BOTH LAUGH]

Robert: All my life, I’ve been looking for the perfect woman… and all this time, she’s been right there in front of me, and I didn’t even realise it, ‘cause I never thought I’d have a chance with her.

Lola: Why? You’re like… completely loveable.

Robert: To be loved by you, that’s… that’s…

Lola: I had no notion, to think that we would have this little fling.

Robert: That’s what I feel - we have this nice friendship, we can’t go out, we have fun together, we got no entanglements and stuff and then - bam! Just… all of a sudden, next thing I know, we’re in love with each other and we can’t stop it.

END TRANSCRIPT]

==> BIG EDEN (2000) dir. Thomas Bezucha Henry Hart, a successful New York Artist, returns to the town of his childhood to care for the ailing grandfather who raised him. Back in tiny and quaint Big Eden, Henry must come to terms with his relationship to Dean Stewart, his best friend from high School, as well as the object of his unrequited love. All these years Henry has been pining for a dream image of Dean from back then. This is also the story of Pike Dexter, the shy, unassuming owner of the town’s general store, who is as surprised as anyone to find himself falling in love with Henry. The people of Big Eden conspire and attempt to bring Henry and Pike together.

I've been thinking about how, when you're little, you're surrounded by adults who adore you, who you're never going to remember.

I don't mean like your parents and stuff, but like — I work in after school care, and I'm forever meeting five and six year olds who seem like the most incredible people on earth. Kids who painstakingly explain the rules of handball, kids who ask me to help them colour in, kids who feel really deeply wounded by a classmate's behaviour, just an endless stream of them.

Or like my friends' kids who I've babysat once or twice. A kid who played with me in a creek, a kid whose mannerisms are etched in my mind. Cousins' babies who I held for a while. Even just stranger's babies in shops who stare at me the way babies do.

One of my best friends has an online friend who's recently had a baby, and he tells me - someone who doesn't know the friend's name even - about that baby having their first bath. Because that's the kind of love and excitement that little children inspire.

None of these children will remember me.

I literally don't have a greater point here, it's just blowing my mind to think about how much love is directed towards people who can't remember any of us. They can maybe, I guess, if everything goes well, remember the feeling of safety that ought to go with that love.

My cousin had a baby a while back and I visited her, recently, and she had a nap while I ended up holding the baby. This like, two month old baby. She can't even smile yet. I do not have a lot of experience with infants - my mum had to show me how to hold the baby, and she cried a fair bit until we found a system that worked.

And then she slept in my arms, resting on my chest, for two or three hours.

It was at least an hour before I even thought about doing something else. Holding a sleeping baby, it turns out, can be a completely absorbing activity, even if you have ADHD. (Baby also enjoys the inherent leg-bouncing that comes with the ADHD.)

Now I can't stop thinking about how when that kid is five or six she's gonna run into me at Christmas lunch or some such event and - even if I see her on every holiday between now and then - I will basically be a stranger to her. But to me she will have the starring role in a memory I'm gonna treasure probably forever.

I can't stop thinking about all the aunts and uncles and family friends and second cousins once removed that I was routinely introduced to at Christmas lunches or weddings or funerals, who would say "You're so tall! Has it been that long? You probably don't remember me haha."

and how im gonna be saying the exact same thing very soon

I started a new remote job last week, and I'm the only genderqueer person at the company (and the first person who uses neo pronouns that anyone on my team has ever met, apparently).

So far:

I am so stoked that people are actually trying. 💜🤍💚

It's important to remember this kind of stuff, especially with the world the way it is now. When i started my current job and i told HR about my name and pronouns, she called me to ask which locker room i wanted to be in and told me where all the neutral bathrooms are (which is all of them except the locker rooms).

I've had to come out to my team a couple times because of new hires and whatnot but every time it has gone well. People aren't perfect but they try and they correct themselves. I usually just get nods of understanding and a couple of times people have asked me questions to understand better.

When one of my employees misgendered me despite me directly correcting her and I documented it, the site director texted me at MIDNIGHT to apologize and assure me that he and HR would handle it. The operations manager sent me a similar email the next morning.

We aren't alone. People care. People understand us and are on our side.

i was starting a new job, and before i went in for my first training in the afternoon, i talked to my mom on the phone. she was very excited because a nonbinary person who used they/them had just starting coming to her kungfu classes. "i got their pronouns like a pro because of you, so i got to surprise them with this 60 year old lady being super smooth with their pronouns."

later at my onboarding, a younger coworker surprised me by asking for my pronouns (i hadn't yet considered whether i wanted to be out at work) and i automatically replied they/them. my new boss, standing next to me, went "oh excellent! my youngest is nonbinary, i got this."

not only is people making the effort for you special and beautiful, you're also making life easier for those who come after, in a beautiful pay-it-forward loop-de-loop of pronoun teaching

i was starting a new job, at a company i had worked at before, but this time with a new name. this company had a good reputation with chosen vs given/birth names, so i wasn’t worried about that, but i wasn’t really sure how the people i knew from before, or the new people who might see how i had two different names depending on where you looked in company info, would react

the trainer for my class knew my husband and texted him to make sure she not only had the right name for my temporary namecard, but also that she knew which pronouns to use for me, and when someone else in the class (innocently) misgendered me before introductions were done, made the correction for me and began introductions right then, asking everyone to include their pronouns, to make sure it wasn’t singling me out

now, as a substitute teacher, i use Mx. and many of my students and colleagues default to they/them without even being told or asked. some do ask, though, to make sure, to use the right ones.

the people who don’t care, who are actively hostile, are loud. but humans want to be united, we want to like one another, we are social creatures. there is more respect between us than what makes it onto the news.

My great-grandma is getting close to 100 and her memory is starting to go, and she can't quite remember what my chosen name is, but she knows my birth name isn't right. She puts my birth name in quotation marks to signify she knows it's not correct, and I just. I love her. I love her so fucking much.

Sometimes love is quote marks around your deadname. Sometimes love is "I don't remember everything about you, but I know you've grown and changed. My memory is fading, but I love you."

When your friend has so much himbo spirit he rigs himself a gaydar to be a better wingman.

my man here m a d e his own gaydar. he. he fucking. he made a gaydar. he made a gaydar, thought this through and put together a system specifically to find gays. he made

If you don’t have your own gaydar, homemade is fine

Could someone add a transcript? I scrolled through the notes and couldn’t find one

(as far as I can tell both men are played by the same person)

Man 1: Alright, I just sent it to you.

Man 2’s Phone: *grindr notification sound*

Man 1: *quiet distressed confusion*

Man 2: Thaaank you, oiph. You wanna go grab some food or something?

Man 1: Yeahhh… Wait, question, was that Grindr?

Man 2: Ha, yeah, yeah, I put it as your text notification or whatever. That’s, that’s like your “gay sound”, right?

Man 1: Ye-Yeah. That’s a weird way to put it but ye-

Man 2: I didn’t put it there to make fun of you, I put it there so in case you text me, and I’m around some people and like their heads look up, I know who’s gay and be like “Oh I can set up- I can set you up with my f- with my- with my gay friend.”

Man 1: That’s so weird and sweet.

Man 2: You’re not offended by that, right? I’m so- I just- I want you to meet someone, ya know?

Man 1: *distressed* For some reason I’m okay with it. Thank you.

Man 2: Yeah, I love you, I want to make sure, uh, the guy is good for you.

Man 1: *even more distressed, video captions are in all caps* What is happening? Thank you.

Thanks for the description!!

[ID: a screenshot of a comment by "karasunotsukki":

here's a better quality video on his youtube channel https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jOvmKHtbaUA /end ID].

hello this is my favorite post ever and also life goals

Awww,,, goalsssss

Not scene but reblogging anyway cuz this is my blog and I think it’s SO FUCKING IMPORTANT as a young trans person to see older trans people that are still happy and alive and in a good place in life with people that love them. We all deserve this <3

[ID: A Reddit post on r/TransLater by user GirlUShouldKnow. The post is titled, “We are both trans and been married 28+ years (both 49). I could die now penniless and I still won life.” Under this is a photo of two light-skinned trans people. On the left is a woman with blue eyes and red hair. She is smiling and is wearing heart-shaped earrings with keyholes and a green shirt. On the right is a man with round black glasses and brown-grey hair and a thin beard. He is wearing a black shirt with white heart shapes on it. They seem to be standing in their kitchen. \End ID]

There’s something so utterly delightful about coming back to my dads house one week after coming out to him about the name and pronouns thing and whatnot and finding that all of my accounts on every video game console and streaming service he owns have my new name already…

irl footage of my dad going to change my name on absolutely everything after I came out to him apparently??? love that for me

since this is blowing up suddenly I just wanted to say that my dad made the funkiest nonbinary character for his video game recently and said that he wanted to make a nonbinary character every time there was an option for it so that the developers get that data that people like it yknow. also he named them Vico. after Vico Ortiz.

Image descriptions: two chickens running, and the background is blurred around them. /end description

Kestrel-dad not sure how to dad but he’s trying his best.

Dad loves you and feeds you. But he is also dumb and feeds you a wonderfully done wagyu steak. You are 3 days old.

Okay, but check out this video from mid-May 2022 of a Kestrel Dad who just kept piling up voles and mice beside his babies when the mom was injured/killed/mia’d by owls…but then watched one of his babies just swallow a lizard and went “OH. I can feed them small food!” and learned to tear it apart!

EDIT: There’s a not-zero percent chance that this could be the same dad???????? The source is the same–Robert E Fuller–but they could be different birds. 

UPDATE: Not only has Mister Kes learned to feed his chicks all on his own…

….the three chicks who were taken out of the nest for intensive care after the mom disappeared were put back in, and he just started feeding them, too.

He’s a single father of six who does not possess the instincts to feed even one of his offspring, but he learned and adopted that behavior without difficulty and is now hunting and providing for six kids all on his own. 

Apparently all of the babies have grown up and have left the nest. This video shows the last one leaving the nest with a bit of help of the same person that took care of the other three chicks in the previous video.

Baymax in the new Baymax! show buying pads for a girl who got her first period and getting help from people, including a trans man.

Some people are really mad about this, when he is literally a health care robot interested in people's physical and emotional needs.

Coñe como mola

HAPPY PRIDE

Me: cool video and form of art!!

Me realizing it's about a beautiful lesbian couple and their gay son:

My heart:

thinking about middle aged gay love is like. we have a future and we have time

my mother divorced my father when i was 7. it wasn’t because she was gay, though she did discover this later (another reminder that it’s okay to find out who you are at 40, at 50, etc, and also for who you are to change) but because she had thought he was the great love of her life and he turned out to be a shitty person.

my mother married my ma when i was 11. i think they do have a great love. i think they love each other the way you can when you’re middle aged – having seen the world, being able to see each other’s flaws, knowing themselves. they see each other in full, and they love each other and the world for it. 

they dance on the street to buskers (very embarrassing when you’re twelve; very cute when you look back on it as an adult). i shit you not – they pass me their purses and dance on the sidewalk, laughing. i thought was something that only happened in movies.

my ma makes my mother eggs every morning because my mother can’t cook for shit. my mother presses my ma’s work blazers for her because my ma still can’t figure out how to work the new iron. 

when it was warm, high-school me would wake up on the weekends and wander downstairs to find them sitting in the backyard in the sun, drinking coffee together and splitting the newspaper in a surgical, exact process since they’d worked out who wanted which sections years ago. 

my mother is happier than she’s ever been. my ma, too. there is a future out there for every gay person who’s always known they’re gay, like my ma, and for everyone who figures it out later, like my mother. there’s time. 

they’re growing old together. i cannot express to you how much they are leading happy lives, loving each other, with a huge family surrounding them. i cannot express to you how much they have this beautiful future that they are living and will live. 

i want you to know, if you don’t have any older gays in your life: they’re out there. and they’re living these full, happy lives.

sometimes i look to my moms and i think, i want a life like yours. and looking at them makes me believe i will get it.