continually awed by how american states function like separate countries
I held back on getting my gender changed in the state of Georgia because it required filing a court case and appearing before a judge to prove that I had transitioned enough to warrant calling myself male on my documents. there was a strong possibility they could deny me because I hadn’t undergone any type of surgery (a requirement under Georgia law that is waived only sometimes), despite passing as male 100% of the time.
this morning I went to the Maryland vehicle administration building and they had a touch screen with buttons that said “male” and “female.”
I paused and asked the lady “I can choose male, right?” and she looked at me (again, I’m just some guy with a beard) (and I think she misheard me) and she was like “Oh! Do you want to be female now?” I said no, my Georgia license (directly in front of her) says female, they wouldn’t let me change it, can I be male now?
she said to just pick whichever I wanted. I got my updated license in 5 minutes.
guys i am fucking crying i got an old copy of pilgrims progress from a used booksale and i just opened it and there’s a handwritten dedication to a girl from her grandfather from christmas 1888 and she put a little fucking drawing in the back and im sitting on my bed losing my fucking mind over a hundred years ago a grandpa gave this book to “miss maggie” and she loved it and it’s lasted a century and im holding it right now
i showed the book to my mom when she came home from a trip and she reminded me that in little women (1868) each of the march sisters got a copy of pilgrim’s progress under their pillow for christmas there is a high, high, HIGH chance that this little girl was a huge fan of little women and talked to her grandfather about it and he got her a classic book just like her 1880s blorbos i am flailing on the ground humanity is so special
there was a kid in my elementary school who constantly wrote land before time fanfiction and he would bind it up and staple it all together and just put it on the library bookshelves and wait for someone to read it
Mutuals get a lot of love on this site but I think we should also appreciate the random followers who you see in your notes regularly. The ones who you’ll probably never end up following but they like and reblog almost every post you make. The ones who you see and go “hey I recognize that person!! they love my posts!” every time they show up in your notifications.
roommate showed me his gargoyles (not a euphemism) only they weren’t gargoyles they were grotesques, because they don’t serve any functional architectural purpose (ie: as waterspouts), so i had to restrain myself from a category 5 pedantic fun ruiner moment
parents are so crazy because they can say the most fucked up shit to you when your brain is forming and it sets the tone for your whole adult mind set and then they forget about it the next day
Please remember that you do the exact same thing. Let’s give each other some grace and hope that we can work to heal each other.
Cary grant and Randolph Scott lived together for 11 years in their mansion entitled the bachelor pad there are press pictures of the two of them living in a completely wonderfully domestic setting
When Cary grant has to marry as to stop the rumours of their gayness he became very depressed, him and his wife divorced 13 months later
Putting more pictures here because yes
Also they reason said wife divorced Cary is bc Randolph “refused to leave” their home and Cary wouldn’t kick him out.
I’d seen some of these pub stills before but not all of them, imagine middle America looking at this and thinking they were just bachelors sharing a house holy fuck
