My name is Charlie and I'm a trashgender princex. What's in my pants is none of your damn business. They, them. Loki's army. WTNV. Pokemon master. Rebel alliance/Empire double agent. Obsessed with ghost shows and horror movies. Yes, I know I'm god-awful.
"Your highness" is gender neutral.
So you know, if you’re ever confused about my pronouns.
- n. a moment of awareness that someone you’ve known for years still has a private and mysterious inner life, and somewhere in the hallways of their personality is a door locked from the inside, a stairway leading to a wing of the house that you’ve never fully explored—an unfinished attic that will remain maddeningly unknowable to you, because ultimately neither of you has a map, or a master key, or any way of knowing exactly where you stand. (via nyctaeus)
WHEN PEOPLE SAY YOU HAVE PRIVILEGE THEY ARE NOT SAYING THAT YOU DON’T HAVE ANY PROBLEMS
THEY ARE SAYING YOU DO NOT HAVE THE SPECIFIC PROBLEMS THAT COME FROM OPPRESSION
THIS IS NOT A DIFFICULT CONCEPT
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