durbikins:

kialessa:

doorstoplord:

doorstoplord:

have i ever told y’all the story about how a snake knew I was trans years before I did

okay so

my 7th grade social studies/8th grade science teacher (he did both classes. Somehow…) had a snake lovingly named Hisser. Hisser would occasionally be taken out to crawl and he was held by kids and when there were fire alarms Hisser was taken along, usually to his chagrin. 

This was one of those days where we had in class work time and most of us were just chilling and so Mr. A got Hisser out and started passing him around.

Every girl student that he came to, he would immediately snuggle up to, wrap around their arms, and get cozy. With boy students, he would just sort of sit in the coiled lump that he’d been handed in. This was true with just about every single student, and Mr. A said that Hisser likes girls a lot better than guys and this has been thoroughly proven by Hisser’s attitude.

Then Hisser was handed to me. He was a loveable cold scaley rope as you would expect, but he didn’t coil around my arms. He didn’t get cozy. He just sat there. And Mr. Anderson said, “Huh. That’s weird. He usually likes girls.” 

I passed the snake to my friend and surely enough, Hisser wrapped around her arms and got cozy. 

I came out as a trans guy about 7-8 years later, and just recently realized that Hisser was right about me not being a girl all along. 

I’ve also decided that whenever anyone asks me “Why I think I’m a boy,” which is my LEAST favorite question ever, I’ll just tell them that a snake told me a long time ago. 

acoolguy:

acoolguy:

the guy who invented horses: it’s like a guy you can sit on and it goes

the guy who invented horses: kinda like a car but that hasn’t been invented yet

systlin:

dracota:

roastedduck:

fur-bies:

i let the furby skins soak in fabric softener after i washed them and my sis found them and sent me:

and i have never laughed so hard x’D

never do i ever want to hear the words “furby skins” uttered ever again

You never peeled a furby?

What the absolute fuck

wodneswynn:

Man, I wish we could all squash the idea that everything that happened in the past was all dour and grim and serious all the time.

We had a unit on Sophocles in one of my English classes in high school, and we got taught that Greek theater was this fancypants white-glove affair with a chorus gloomily chanting in the background.  But listen:  The chorus is supposed to sing and dance.  And at the big state-sponsored festivals, plays might be performed back-to-back for like nine or ten hours.  The shit was so extra that a chorus was traditionally made up of teenage boys on the cusp of manhood as a way of demonstrating that they were ready to go to war because that much drama is just not natural.

To say nothing of the fact that the audience (and probably the cast) is getting progressively more and more drunk with each performance.