Iron Man Hero Leggings, by ROMWE
UM.
Wut. Tony on my crotch. Merrrrrrf.
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Iron Man Hero Leggings, by ROMWE
UM.
Wut. Tony on my crotch. Merrrrrrf.
(via fuckitfireeverything)
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Doot dee doo, no self interest whatsoever ;)
She’s knows what’s up.
Just remember that Dax was male in previous lives and you have some lovely slash just going begging…
I really wish they’d examined Trill gender and sexual fluidity more. The rules that they couldn’t interact with previous lives partners seemed so BS.
(via tehriz)
It’s kind of funny when you realize that this guy
and this guy
were voiced by this guy
who played this guy
and this guy
Also this guy
and this guy
and these guys
Ron Perlman is pretty much the greatest
And yet…
His voice, his voice never changes.
Oh I didn’t know he was the Lich,cool.
Don’t forget he was Vincent too:
Writing under a name that can be interpreted in any number of ways has provided a fascinating education in how people construct gender on the basis of very few social cues, and how they’re willing to overlook cues in order to maintain their idea of a writer’s gender. It’s also illustrated how important it seems to be to many people to know what someone’s gender is, to force someone into a tight category before relating to that person’s work.
Yet, our social construction and approach to gender is so warped and limiting that this approach is inherently flawed and troubling. There are so many people who occupy liminal, complex spaces, who are in transition, who don’t have easily-defined genders, that this insistence on knowing the gender behind the name can be tremendously damaging. It makes me wonder sometimes if perhaps “The Economist” has the right idea, allowing the writing to stand on its own as part of a collective.
When M.C. was just 16 months old and in the care of the South Carolina Department of Social Services, doctors and department officials decided the child should undergo sex assignment surgery to make M.C. a girl. There was no medical reason to perform this surgery, which robbed M.C. not only of his healthy genital tissue but also of the opportunity to decide what should happen to his own body.
Now 8 years old, M.C. identifies as a boy – wearing boy clothes and hairstyles – despite an irreversible surgery that has left him with female genitalia. He has announced to his school and his religious community that he has always been a boy.
The Southern Poverty Law Center filed a groundbreaking lawsuit today on behalf of M.C.’s adoptive parents, Mark and Pam Crawford. It charges that the state of South Carolina violated M.C.’s constitutional rights when doctors surgically removed his phallus while he was in foster care, potentially sterilizing him and greatly reducing, if not eliminating, his sexual function.
(via sleepydumpling)
So, guess what I got today?
(snipped cuz you already read this)
Hngh. This is so freakin’ cool. And I’m very jealous. (Though I think my choice would be blue or gold. I’m no officer.)
Heh. Its weird because in a lot of ways I should have identified more with Data and Geordi, but it was always Picard for me growing up so I always saw myself in red. Even as a geeky kid, I dreamed of being a leader like the President, so the authority of Picard was something I identified with a lot, even I was fantastically ill-suited to leadership for so many reasons.
Though (and I’m a geek, so I did give this some thought), I did conclude that my actual profession of marketing and public relations would likely be command division in Star Fleet, so the red still makes sense for me. Its not like the Star Fleet marketing department qualifies as a science or engineering.
You look FANTASTIC. I’m seriously envious and have bookmarked the website of the company. What an investment!
Oh god, here it comes, I can feel it. The “Annual Here Comes My Birthday And My Friends Have Abandoned Me Again” Melt Down.
ETA: I think it might be better this year though. I have an inkling that a new friend has tuned into my loneliness and is planning something sweet.