today on ‘things my college-level law students write’
"The arrival of the roman world to the development of the private life of the people gained much more relevance because it was considered a way in which men knew their own inside world and could find their true essence."
The last one sounds like such a squaresoft villain I swear to
Wacky Races cars replicas (Goodwood Festival of Speed - UK)
let´s CnP san wikipedia: Life-size working replicas of the vehicles have been built in the UK and appear annually at the Goodwood Festival Of Speed, with new additions each year. 2008 sees the last of the cars (the Ant Hill Mob in the Bulletproof Bomb 07) added to the collection thereby becoming the complete set.
personas quieren un ferrari o un subaru impreza….yo solo quiero el espantamovil….con dragon incluido de preferencia….XD
Who’s gonna be Mutley? :D
Q:it is not up to you to decide whether someone is trans enough. your bodies do not define your gender THEREFORE you don't need to experience dysphoria to be trans. if you're a boy then you have a boy body. if you're a girl then you have a girl body. if you're nonbinary then you have a nonbinary body. no matter what parts are on that body. why do you even care if some people online are a gender that u don't think exists. who cares. you are condescending trash.
every person on this earth has a biological sex. some peoples biological sex does not align with the gender that their mind is. those people are trans. they experience dysphoria or discomfort because their bodies do not match what their mind is.
anyone else saying that they are trans while they accept, present, or otherwise have no beef or make no effort to present as a different sex, is a fraud and should be ashamed of themselves for barging into a movement that does not belong to them. they should be ashamed of themselves for claiming to know more, or have more experience in the world of transitioning, which is often a very difficult and harrowing period in transgendered individuals lives. they should be ashamed of themselves for slinging around hateful ideologies and terms (“truscum”) and they should be ashamed of themselves for lampooning the transgender movement and turning it into the joke that it exists as today: a mismash of delusional teenagers going through puberty who want to feel special and important while similarly being oppressed and victimized so that they cannot be attacked or lectured on how stupid and wrong they’ve really got it.
how dare you ask “who cares” when its ignorant, entitled bratty teenagers like you who are quite literally over-stepping your stupid little boundaries and declaring authority where you have none. go to any LGBQT meeting and talk about how “oppressed” you are for DARING to exist as an aromantic bigender demiboy; talk about it in the face of the mtf who routinely has to escape being beaten by her father or the ftm who was correctively raped for trying to fit in where they don’t. then proceed to choke on your own indignity after you realize you lead the least oppressive life in the room and that your whole identity is just one trending slap in the face to everyone else in the room where their actual identities are a real source of contention in their lives and safety. you prick.
Why Demisexuality Is Real
Once upon a time there was a girl.
She didn’t know if she was gay or straight. When she was young, she had a crush on another girl she was close to and thought “I guess I must be gay,” except that didn’t feel quite right.
She got older, and fell in love with a boy who had been her close friend. “I must be straight, or maybe bi?” she thought, but somehow, and I know this sounds crazy, neither of those felt quite right either.
The girl lived her life. She became a young woman and fell in love with one young man, and later when that ended, she fell in love with another. She loved their bodies and enjoyed having sex.
Except she wasn’t attracted to men, just these men she had fallen in love with. She let herself be kissed or touched sometimes by someone she didn’t have a bond with, but she didn’t like it. Worse than didn’t like it. To let that happen felt as if it did bad things to her soul.
Now you say, aren’t so many people like that?
Not exactly. The girl heard from friends that sometimes a kiss was a kiss, a touch was a touch. But for her, no matter what, no matter if he was gorgeous and she was drunk and it had been a very long time, for her it was the difference between magic and nothing, or worse - the difference between magic and something bad, something unwanted.
She wasn’t trying to be “special.” She wasn’t trying to judge or shame anyone else.
The thing is, people didn’t really accept that she was this way. They wanted her to “get over herself.” If she met “the right hot stranger” then she would want a one night stand, they said. If she wasn’t “so uptight” then she would want to make out with him on the first date.
She didn’t understand how she could enjoy sex with men she loved, but not find “men” sexually attractive. As in zero, zilp, zip. Not at all appealing. They might as well be … I don’t know, cartoon kangaroos. Or lamps. Or pretty statues. The way straight women talked about other women. Nice to look at maybe, but not objects of sexual desire, not ever.
The girl had never heard of demisexuality.
When she finally learned about what it was, that there were other people like this, she felt nothing but relief. This was not a choice or a “lifestyle,” but a part of her, involuntary.
She didn’t read about it and get ideas. She wasn’t trying to be different. She didn’t want to be different. She read about it and felt relief, thinking holy shit that’s me!
Demisexuality is about desire and arousal, not just sex and who you do it with. It’s not just that I only want to have sex with people I’m in love with, but I feel a complete absence of sexual desire or feeling for everyone else.
I am demisexual, and it is a real thing.
This has been a public service announcement.