The UK: Women Are Female

If it's fine to say heterosexual and bisexual, then it's fine to say homosexual. 

Resist the demonization and erasure of language that permits gays and lesbians to articulate our realities. 

the rabbit, deemed meek, powerless and frail by the wolves, dawns the faux skin of a wolf to hide herself from the world

with this skin, she hopes the wolves will see her as strong and powerful, just as the wolves are perceived as

she hopes the wolves respect her as if she was one of their own.

the wolf, deemed powerful, superior and strong by his fellow wolves, dawns the faux skin of a rabbit for easier preying,

with this skin, he hopes his meal, to satiate his gluttonous pleasures, will come easier if he mimics his food,

he hopes he's seen as meek and frail, just he perceives the rabbits around him to be.

the rabbit ventures on through the forest to the meeting spot of the wolves, tripping on the oversized pelt of the wolf hanging loosely off the sides of her body,

the pelt doesn't fit her, it never will, but she tries in vain to feel powerful in a society that tells her she can't be.

the wolf ventures on through the forest to the meeting spot of the rabbits, the pelt of the rabbit draped over his shoulders keeps falling off onto the dirt and the hide is too small to cover what he truly is; a wolf

the pelt doesn't fit him, it never will, but he continues on in order to satiate his hunger, his lust.

the two meet in a clearing, both coming to a halt as their eyes lock.

the rabbit knows what she's looking at

her stomach churns with a nauseating anxiety

her pulse skyrockets

even if she's never experienced it herself, she's heard stories from her fellow rabbits of wolves hunting them down to violate them

going as far as to eat their young and their dead as he knows they can't defend themselves like the adults can

how stupid of her, to think the wolves would treat her as equal after everything they've done to her kind.

the wolf knows what he's looking at,

his stomach churns and growls,

the rush of adrenaline hits him, and yet he seems calm as his paws step towards her,

slowly.

the wolf has seen his friends stalk, hunt, and kill, never doing anything to stop them.

the rabbits feel pain, agony, misery, he knows it, but yet he doesn't even try to stop his friends from violating the rabbit's life.

but then again,

why would he stop it when he enjoys it as well?

the rabbit, even after wearing the clothes of a wolf, learning the walk of a wolf, learning to growl and howl like a wolf,

won't save her from being eaten by the wolf, violated by the wolf, her land taken and tainted by the wolf,

she will never be respected as a wolf respects wolf, or as a rabbit trying to save herself respects wolf.

the wolf, even after wearing the clothes of a rabbit, learning the walk of a rabbit, learning how to squeak and teeth-grind like a rabbit,

won't stop the rabbits from fearing him, hating him and his kind for their violent acts against their kind,

but he couldn't care less.

Cluster B culture is wanting to go mask-off and prove your diagnosis is correct, even though you know that'd ruin all your hard work.

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“Doctors are human and fallible so that means that people should be allowed to just claim to have whatever illness they want if they feel like it!”

Me being against proship is not : "censor, take down, no one should be allowed to talk about this"

Me being against proship is: "people aren't going to like you if you romanticize pedophilia. I am allowed to not want to be around you, cut you out of my life, whatever, because you romanticize disgusting, serious, awful things that happen to real people. And I'm not the only one who will"

I want to make people see how much has been taken away from them.

Did you know that there are dozens of species of fireflies, and some of them light up with a blue glow? Did you know about the moths? There are thousands of them, bright pink and raspberry orange and checkerboard and emerald. They are called things like Black-Etched Prominent, Purple Fairy, Pink-Legged Tiger, Small Mossy Glyph and Black-Bordered Lemon.

Did you know that there are moths that feed on lichens? Did you know about the blue and green bees? The rainbow-colored dogbane beetles? Your streams are supposed to teem with newts, salamanders, crawdads, frogs, and fishes. I want to take you by the hand and show you an animal you've never seen before, and say, "This exists! It's real! It's alive!"

There are secret wildflowers that no website will show you and that no list entitled "native species to attract butterflies!" will name. Every day I'm at work I see a new plant I didn't know existed.

The purple coneflowers and prairie blazing star are a tidepool, a puddle, and there is an ocean out there. There are wildflowers that only grow in a few specific counties in a single state in the United States, there are plants that are evolved specifically to live underneath the drip line of a dolomite cliff or on the border of a glade of exposed limestone bedrock. Did you know that different species of moss grow on the sides of a boulder vs. on top of it?

There are obscure trees you might have never seen—Sourwood, Yellowwood, Overcup Oak, Ninebark, Mountain Stewartia, Striped Maple, American Hophornbeam, Rusty Blackhaw, Kentucky Coffeetree. There are edible fruits you've never even heard of.

And it is so scary and sad that so many people live and work in environments where most of these wondrous living things have been locally extirpated.

There are vast tracts of suburb and town and city and barren pasture where a person could plausibly never learn of the existence of the vast majority of their native plants and animals, where a person might never imagine just how many there are, because they've only ever been exposed to the tiny handful of living things that can survive in a suburb and they have no reason to extrapolate that there are ten thousand more that no one is talking about.

It's like being a fish that has lived its whole life in a bucket, with no way of imagining the ocean. The insects in your field guide are a fraction of those that exist, of all the native plants to your area only a handful can be bought in a nursery.

Welcome to the Earth! It's beautiful! It's full of life! More things are real and beautiful and alive than a single person could imagine!!!

Conservatives having a normal one

When trans people say, "Kill terfs", "rape terfs", they're using their "transness" as an excuse to be violent to women and everyone is accepting it simply because they're trans and misogynistic.