Okay Yeah On One Hand, My Gender And Sexuality And Mental Health Has Nothing To Do With Doing My Job,

Okay yeah on one hand, my gender and sexuality and mental health has nothing to do with doing my job, so I get how announcing my identity and who I am / am not attracted to could be considered as "Inappropriate for the workplace".

That said, everyone who sees me (gestures to cis-passing, straight-passing, masking neuroatypical self in gender-conforming work clothing) and assumes, in the back of their head by default, that I'm a straight cis allo neurotypical person, so the topic has already kinda been brought up in a way. My saying "actually, no" isn't so much an abrupt announcement as it is correction of an assumption.

And correcting those assumptions is important, especially for persons like me who occupy positions of authority, who appear in court and in community conferences, with business owners and CEOs and at-risk members of the public, 'cause when I say, "these are my pronouns, I'm this" then people like me can feel safer, and people who aren't like me get to see that one of us exists in the real world and isn't some scary hypothetical phantom.

And in the future, when someone says "you can always tell who's trans" or "autistics can't hold down real jobs" or "bisexuals are flirty and promiscuous by nature" or "asexuals aren't real, they're just basement-dwelling terminally-online tweens", they can remember that one time they met me in a professional setting where I was who I was and the world didn't end.

So when they see someone who, by chance, does match the image of their stereotype, they'll know that's just normal human variation and not a universal role.

So, it's not so much that I want to "insert my deviance into the workplace"- it's just me saying, "look at me. I'm here. We're all here, and for every one of us you see, there's a hundred others that you don't. Because you don't know what we look like, and wouldn't know unless we told you."

The status quo, the closeted life, is, "becareful who you come out to, because you could be surrounded by enemies, and you wouldn't know until it's too late".

When I wear a pin, when I out myself in a small, subtle way, I say back: "be careful who you lash out at, because they could be surrounded by defenders, and you won't know until it's too late."

It says, "if you couldn't recognize me without this flag, then how many more of us might be out here with me?"

And the statement "you cannot attack me, we're safe here" should not be banned in the workplace

You love to see him

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bedlamtoons

2 months ago

由于中国世纪已经到来，我现在只会用（可能写得不太好的）简化汉语来发帖。

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bedlamtoons

4 months ago

The Weight of War on a Child’s Heart 💔🍉

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Khaled, my little one, no longer asks "What was that sound?" when a bomb explodes. He already knows. 💔

We’ve lost everything—our home, our security, and 25 of our loved ones. The only thing we can’t lose is hope.

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Even one share or a small donation could be the help we desperately need. Please stand with us.

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bedlamtoons

1 year ago

I have too many bones

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I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖

On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.

But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.

Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.

The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.

But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.

As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.

The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.

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bedlamtoons

10 months ago

"immortality sucks because all your friends die" all your friends die anyway. those we do not mourn are those who mourn us.

"immortality sucks because you forget who you are" we always forget who we are. do you remember who you were at four years of age? who you were at fourteen? "who i am" is a shadow cast on the wall.

"immortality sucks because" skill issue. skill issue. skill issue. give me your liver

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bedlamtoons

6 months ago

[guy who hasnt drawn in a few weeks voice] yeah the world is horrible and life is agony

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bedlamtoons

1 year ago

whose responsible for this horsesshit!? crush ther sskull NOW!

found out apparently if you want to consume content of your own original characters and stories you usually have to make that content? fucked up if true

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bedlamtoons

6 months ago

Hello, if you have some time spare, could you please take a look at @hanangaza7 campaign? Hanan, her husband and their three children, Lana, Abdul Karim and Adam are trapped in Gaza. Due to Israel’s genocidal assault on Gaza, their home in Khan Younis and their clothing store has been destroyed, forcing them to leave and live in constant fear every day. They are trying to raise enough money to evacuate and rebuild their lives, and to afford food, water and shelter. They are currently at $14,972 out of their $100K target! If you have any money to spare, please try to donate to their campaign, the link is shown below. Could you also please share their campaign with as many others as possible? Thank you!

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bedlamtoons

1 month ago

it's fucking insane that we have a whole system of national and international charities and NGOs and government bodies and treaty organisations all devoting themselves to children's rights work while simultaneously being completely unwilling to name the problems they're fighting against.

imagine if every feminist organisation on Earth was unwilling to say the word "misogyny". imagine if the NAACP refused to address racism. that's what it's like.

everyone from the Children's Commissioner for Wales to fucking UNICEF is out here like "we are here to protect children from harm" and won't say the words "adultism" or "ageism".

they run campaigns to get children's rights taught in schools and deliberately never talk about the fact that the reason schools aren't already doing that is because authoritarian institutions have a vested interest in people not knowing their rights.

they petition governments to outlaw beating children and then spend half their public messaging falling over themselves to apologise to parents for implying they might be doing something wrong instead of saying "yeah, actually, we have a problem of systemic parental violence against children and parents who commit and defend that violence are, in fact, the enemy."

it's like they think children's rights and dignity are threatened by some unknowable force of the universe at large instead of by observable systems of power and privilege perpetuated by actual real-life people. and anyone who notices this ends up going crazy feeling like the guy who got out of Plato's cave but couldn't convince anyone else the shadows weren't reality.

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