The above article is an update. Her mother went to appeal to keep her out of the psychiatric ward and lost. She will be institutionalized because of her expression of her gender. She will be held until she conforms to male gender and then released to foster care, not her mother who was supporting her.
Please, if you haven’t signed the petition, sign it, reblog it, ask your friends to sign it. We’ve managed to get 40K signatures for a pageant model, we’ve only gotten 11K for a little girl about to have her life ruined. Lets get on the ball and spread the word.
I literally just repeated the f-word until I ran out of breath.
Let me catch my breath. I may go on a cursing spree again as soon as I get it back.
WHY THE FUCK AREN’T PEOPLE REBLOGGING THIS??
Please read, please sign.
Still alive post-graduation, if a little dazed. Portland tomorrow. Then, more.
Su dances off the last night of college.
Kavinsky’s “Nightcall,” from the “Drive” soundtrack, set to the opening scene of “Risky Business.” All kinds of hell yes.
and then realized that I’m a crazy sick person and deleted it. I have strep throat, yes, but also I’m pretty sure my head is full of, like, horchata or something. I know. It doesn’t even make sense. Haven’t even taken my sleeping pills.
Anyway, I’m about to be off tumblr for a moment, graduating from college and recovering from le sickness, but I just wanted to write a couple things first. To remind myself, mostly:
I am grateful.
I am reflecting.
I am proud of all that I’ve done in college.
I am humble, and I have a lot to learn.
I am still striving and changing.
I am still growing.
I am lucky and surrounded by love.
I am giving love to those around me.
This just made me so happy. I am now going to have a good day.
this is the quote I mentioned in my earlier work-thoughts dump. at least i think it is.
apply your feminism in a different space
rinse & repeat
!! I’ve been hollering about this for aaaages
but i have no other talents besides being a feminist. :((via hiphopcheerleader)