Unfriendly Reminder That While You're Busy Mourning The Loss Of Your Childs Old Gender, Claiming You

Unfriendly reminder that while you're busy mourning the loss of your childs old gender, claiming you need to mourn the death of your son/daughter, there's a group of boys/girls/enbies scrambling to take your kid clothes shopping, snatching up the chance to take those "first" experiences from you forever. Your sons first fishing trip is gonna be with his best bros, your daughters first makeover is going to be with her girl friends, your kids first camping trip out as themselves is gonna be with the besties. Good luck getting those bonding experiences back. While you're busy trying to guilt-trip your kid with your weird manufactured parental trauma, there's a whole community ready to take your place as the better family.

Your loss, someone elses gain.

Here's a key part of the transfemme experience that is very overlooked: when you don't pass, people don't actually see you as a man, or treat you like a man.

that one scrapped episode

Feel like wildly uninformed men are trying to get into your uterus? The “Mythcrashers” are here to sort fact from fiction

i've never participated but def sounds fun, i'm in!

Please reblog if YES so your followers will know!

this made me laugh more than it should have

“Homosexuality is wrong, the Bible says it!”

So is: 

wearing two different fabrics

eating pigs and rabbits 

wearing torn clothes

having short hair

having tattoos

having more than one type of plant in your garden

going to church in the first  2 months after you’ve given birth

masturbating

wearing jewlery

remarrying 

women saying anything in church, ever

eating lobsters

divorcing

eating fat

touching women who are on their periods are touching something that has been touched by a woman who is on her period

cross breeding

people with flat noses becoming priests (?)

cheating

saying God’s name

gossiping

going to church if your balls are injured in any way

wizards (?)

so we’re all going to hell anyways.