Thank you for your interest!

Add free and premium widgets by Addwater Agency to your Tumblelog!


To hide the widget button after installing the theme:

  1. Visit your Tumblr blog's customization page (typically found at http://www.tumblr.com/customize).
  2. Click on Appearance.
  3. Click Hide Widget Button.
  4. Click on Save+Close.

For more information visit our How-To's page.

Questions? Visit us at tumblr.addwater.com

[close this window]

POSTINGS

queensassyofthefatties:

fandomsandfeminism:

randomhumbug:

rad1calcunt:

this is actually disgusting.

Saw “THIS”?! They immediately dehumanized this woman and then further dehumanized her by stating they would rape her. Every one of these males. Rape was the first thing that came to mind. This is beyond disgusting.

Go on. Tell me rape culture isn’t real. Tell me how “Everyone knows rape is wrong.” 

Go on. Tell me again about how that male sexual entitlement over women’s bodies isn’t so much of an issue I’m sexist if I dare generalize men.

Tell me.

I fucking dare you.

I’m both very sad and incredibly disgusted.
It breaks my heart and sickens me that rape was their first thought.
And that they seem to think it’s perfectly acceptable.. normal even.
I was already aware of the existence of rape culture, and I thought I knew how bad it was, but then I see this. Guys discussing it out in the open like that, like it’s totally okay.
Can we please start teaching consent in schools? Along with sexual education. While kids are learning about reproduction, why not also teach them that it’s not okay to have sex with anyone without their consent?
And maybe if parents stopped perpetuating these ridiculous gender  stereotypes that are causing boys to grow up thinking their “urges” are uncontrollable and that it’s okay. Among other things.

If kids were raised and taught this way, maybe there would be less of a chance of boys growing up to be misogynistic womanizing douchebags like the guys who commented on this photo.


(Source: idiotsonfb)

Reblog if you are trans. I need some proof that there are loads of other trans people when I come out to my mom.

faun-prince:

I hate these “reblog if” posts but my mom doesn’t believe that there are other trans people like me out there and I need some evidence for when I finally go back to her and come out as a boy.

So please reblog if you are trans, MTF, FTM, non-binary, genderless, whatever. If you identify as trans, please reblog.

(Source: noir-prince)

Help Save EROS indiegogo 1% Funded!

ftmporn:

t-wood:

Thanks everyone for reblogging/reposting/retweeting!  We have donors from Spain, Canada and all over the US so far.

EROS is the safe sex community center in the Castro area of San Francisco, and home to many community groups as well as T-Wood Pictures and Dolores Park Studios.

http://www.indiegogo.com/projects/help-save-eros-the-center-for-safe-sex

Keep donating, friends!
This place is super important. They’re inclusive to trans* people, and they’re the home of the FTM porn production company, T-Wood (as well as porn site QueerlySF).
So, send a couple bucks their way if you can! Every little bit helps!

[And if you are unable to donate, reblogging helps too!]


rockstonicjuiicemagic:

secretlythepresident:

quetusabes:

stalkingradke:

Can we talk about how great Victoria secret’s new models are? 

[x]

finally!!

ARE YOU FOR REAL THIS IS REAL THIS IS A REAL THING???

THIS MADE MY MONTH

FYI, this isn’t actually Victoria’s Secret’s campaign. It’s a fake website, and the campaign was actually created by another organization.
Check out this article for more information.
http://www.themarysue.com/victorias-secret-consent-campaign/

fuckyeahftms:

Happy Easter everyone
This is my trans pride egg I colored with my family :)

fuckyeahftms:

Happy Easter everyone

This is my trans pride egg I colored with my family :)

wonderlandhybrids asked: Littlewip: Your the best person in the wor- no UNIVERSE!! And I will hug you for it!

Oh goodness, not sure where that came from, but thank you! =)
<3

I don’t know why people keep re-blogging a year-old article that I wrote about that kid getting beat up.. it just makes everyone think it’s recent and creates more hype. Everything has already all been resolved.
And the article says that, and that it’s not recent, but people obviously don’t read that part.
This is why I hate tumblr. People don’t fucking think, and don’t bother to read. They just see the pictures, and reblog.
More than a year later, people are still reblogging this shit like it just happened, being all angry about it.
Cut it out. I’m tired of receiving messages from people about this shit. It’s been RESOLVED.

Me at Calgary Pride 2012, marching with TESA (The Trans Equality Society of Alberta).Yes, I made the sign. You can&#8217;t see it, but the letters are all glittery!Don&#8217;t be alarmed, I didn&#8217;t cut my hair off, it&#8217;s in a ponytail! =)

Me at Calgary Pride 2012, marching with TESA (The Trans Equality Society of Alberta).
Yes, I made the sign. You can’t see it, but the letters are all glittery!

Don’t be alarmed, I didn’t cut my hair off, it’s in a ponytail! =)

jamehzael:

oneandonlygabriel:

steegeschnoeber:

oneandonlygabriel:

I really, REALLY wish you could read this article about a father who started wearing skirts because his son likes to wear skirts and dresses and he wants his son to feel strongerLike, holy shit, the end made me feel so happy 

I took the liberty to translate the text.
Please note that it’s not a word to word translation.

Sometimes men simply have to be role models.
Because his son likes to wear skirts Nils Pickert started with it as well. After all, the little one needs a role model. And he thinks long skirts with elastic bands suit him quite well anyways. A story about two misfits in the Province of southern Germany.
My fife year old son likes to wear dresses. In Berlin Kreuzberg that alone would be enough to get into conversation with other parents. Is it wise or ridiculous? „Neither one nor the other!“ I still want to shout back at them. But sadly they can’t hear me any more. Because by now I live in a small town in South Germany. Not even a hundred thousand inhabitants, very traditional, very religious. Plainly motherland. Here the partiality of my son are not only a subject for parents, they are a town wide issue. And I did my bit for that to happen.
Yes, I’m one of those dads, that try to raise their children equal. I’m not one of those academic daddies that ramble about gender equality during their studies and then, as soon as a child’s in the house, still relapse into those fluffy gender roles: He’s finding fulfilment in his carrier and she’s doing the rest.
Thus I am, I know that by now, part of the minority that makes a fool of themselves from time to time. Out of conviction.
In my case that’s because I didn’t want to talk my son into not wearing dresses and skirts. He didn’t make friends in doing that in Berlin already and after a lot of contemplation I had only one option left: To broaden my shoulders for my little buddy and dress in a skirt myself. After all you can’t expect a child at pre-school age to have the same ability to assert themselves as an adult. Completely without role model. And so I became that role model.
We already had skirt and dress days back then during mild Kreuzbergian weather. And I think long skirts with elastic bands suit me quite well anyways. Dresses are a bit more difficult. There was either no reaction of the people in Berlin or it was positive. In my small town in the south of Germany that’s a little bit different.
Being all stressed out, because of the moving I forgot to notify the nursery-school teachers to have an eye on my boy not being laughed at because of his fondness of dresses and skirts. Shortly after moving he didn’t dare to go to nursery-school wearing a skirt or a dress any more. And looking at me with big eyes he asked: “Daddy, when are you going to wear a skirt again?”
To this very day I’m thankful for that women, that stared at us on the street until she ran face first into a street light. My son was roaring with laugher. And the next day he fished out a dress from the depth of his wardrobe. At first only for the weekend. Later also for nursery-school.
And what’s the little guy doing by now? He’s painting his fingernails. He thinks it looks pretty on my nails, too. He’s simply smiling, when other boys ( and it’s nearly always boys) want to make fun of him and says: “You only don’t dare to wear skirts and dresses because your dads don’t dare to either.” That’s how broad his own shoulders have become by now. And all thanks to daddy in a skirt.

I hope it’s alright like this.

Translated version for y’alls liking

Beautiful! &lt;3

jamehzael:

oneandonlygabriel:

steegeschnoeber:

oneandonlygabriel:

I really, REALLY wish you could read this article about a father who started wearing skirts because his son likes to wear skirts and dresses and he wants his son to feel stronger
Like, holy shit, the end made me feel so happy 

I took the liberty to translate the text.

Please note that it’s not a word to word translation.

Sometimes men simply have to be role models.

Because his son likes to wear skirts Nils Pickert started with it as well. After all, the little one needs a role model. And he thinks long skirts with elastic bands suit him quite well anyways. A story about two misfits in the Province of southern Germany.

My fife year old son likes to wear dresses. In Berlin Kreuzberg that alone would be enough to get into conversation with other parents. Is it wise or ridiculous? „Neither one nor the other!“ I still want to shout back at them. But sadly they can’t hear me any more. Because by now I live in a small town in South Germany. Not even a hundred thousand inhabitants, very traditional, very religious. Plainly motherland. Here the partiality of my son are not only a subject for parents, they are a town wide issue. And I did my bit for that to happen.

Yes, I’m one of those dads, that try to raise their children equal. I’m not one of those academic daddies that ramble about gender equality during their studies and then, as soon as a child’s in the house, still relapse into those fluffy gender roles: He’s finding fulfilment in his carrier and she’s doing the rest.

Thus I am, I know that by now, part of the minority that makes a fool of themselves from time to time. Out of conviction.

In my case that’s because I didn’t want to talk my son into not wearing dresses and skirts. He didn’t make friends in doing that in Berlin already and after a lot of contemplation I had only one option left: To broaden my shoulders for my little buddy and dress in a skirt myself. After all you can’t expect a child at pre-school age to have the same ability to assert themselves as an adult. Completely without role model. And so I became that role model.

We already had skirt and dress days back then during mild Kreuzbergian weather. And I think long skirts with elastic bands suit me quite well anyways. Dresses are a bit more difficult. There was either no reaction of the people in Berlin or it was positive. In my small town in the south of Germany that’s a little bit different.

Being all stressed out, because of the moving I forgot to notify the nursery-school teachers to have an eye on my boy not being laughed at because of his fondness of dresses and skirts. Shortly after moving he didn’t dare to go to nursery-school wearing a skirt or a dress any more. And looking at me with big eyes he asked: “Daddy, when are you going to wear a skirt again?”

To this very day I’m thankful for that women, that stared at us on the street until she ran face first into a street light. My son was roaring with laugher. And the next day he fished out a dress from the depth of his wardrobe. At first only for the weekend. Later also for nursery-school.

And what’s the little guy doing by now? He’s painting his fingernails. He thinks it looks pretty on my nails, too. He’s simply smiling, when other boys ( and it’s nearly always boys) want to make fun of him and says: “You only don’t dare to wear skirts and dresses because your dads don’t dare to either.” That’s how broad his own shoulders have become by now. And all thanks to daddy in a skirt.

I hope it’s alright like this.

Translated version for y’alls liking

Beautiful! <3

fuckyeavaguelycutetransparents:

WE NEED YOU!
so reblog reblog reblog!!
X

fuckyeavaguelycutetransparents:

WE NEED YOU!

so reblog reblog reblog!!

X

xtwoofheartsx:

queerbois:

:: INVESTMENT ::
We recently discovered why we’ve been seeing an asterisk next to “trans” so we decided to send out a post that explains it. Check out this picture and visit ItsPronouncedMetrosexual.com.

The word “transvestite” should not be in this. It’s a derogatory and offensive term.The proper term is “crossdresser”. I’m shocked that it’s not even on there.Good effort though.
EDIT: Also, I really don’t think the term should not be right next to transsexual. In my opinion, it sends the wrong message to people who know nothing about the trans* community.

xtwoofheartsx:

queerbois:

:: INVESTMENT ::

We recently discovered why we’ve been seeing an asterisk next to “trans” so we decided to send out a post that explains it. Check out this picture and visit ItsPronouncedMetrosexual.com.

The word “transvestite” should not be in this. It’s a derogatory and offensive term.
The proper term is “crossdresser”. I’m shocked that it’s not even on there.
Good effort though.

EDIT: Also, I really don’t think the term should not be right next to transsexual. In my opinion, it sends the wrong message to people who know nothing about the trans* community.

Update: 11 year old trans girl lost appeal


lgbtqgmh:

transawareness:

The above article is an update.  Her mother went to appeal to keep her out of the psychiatric ward and lost.  She will be institutionalized because of her expression of her gender.  She will be held until she conforms to male gender and then released to foster care, not her mother who was supporting her.

Please, if you haven’t signed the petition, sign it, reblog it, ask your friends to sign it. We’ve managed to get 40K signatures for a pageant model, we’ve only gotten 11K for a little girl about to have her life ruined.  Lets get on the ball and spread the word.

Sign It.

Full update: A young(?) black man was murdered by police in my neighborhood tonight.

xtwoofheartsx:

dionthesocialist:

Note: This post was written based only on things I saw and heard at the scene of the crime on the night of the incident.

I live in the Beaties Ford neighborhood of Charlotte. It’s not a bad neighborhood. There’s never very much crime or anything going on, but it’s mainly lower-income minorities who live here, most black and latin@. 

At about 11:15pm, I left my house to go pick up my brother from work. Neighborhood was completely and quiet and empty at that point.

I picked him up and we came home. On the highway, I saw the two helicopters circling in the sky with their search lights on. I told Corbin (my little brother) that I had a bad feeling about it, because even though I was almost sure I was imagining it, it seemed like the helicopters were circling right above where our house is. As we got off the highway, it became more and more and apparent that the helicopter actually was literally above/around our house. I was freaked out, because I didn’t know what was going on.

When I turned down my street, there were maybe ten police cars. The whole thing was blocked off and I heard lots of yelling and crying. I figured they were searching for someone who committed a murder, so I decided to go someplace else for awhile.

We came back after about a half hour and parked our car down the street. Most of the neighborhood was out by this time, so we got out too and started trying to figure out what was going on.

First, we heard someone had been shot. This was my first thought anyway. I was kind of shaken up by the fact that I had literally missed being in the area of the shooting by about ten minutes. Then, the chatter we heard was that it was the police who shot someone. Still, I assumed they’d shot the perp they were looking for.

Some lady walked past us and said “yall look scared.” We asked her if she knew what happened. That’s when she told us that the kid was being chased by some people and the police were called to help him. Somehow, the police ended up shooting the kid. The police shot the victim when they were called to help him.

That’s when I first heard the brother yelling at the police. He was saying that they shot his brother and that his brother didn’t have a gun.The police shot him even though he was unarmed. That’s when the coroner’s truck showed up (I think) and I decided to blog it so I could keep up with what was happening. This is also when more of the kid’s family showed up. I’m assuming the kid was a teen because his older brother only looked about mid twenties. His mother was screaming and crying at this point, as well as a younger cousin of his. It was heartbreaking. 

His brother had a gun at one point. That’s when Corbin and I went back to our car. The chatter was getting louder though so we got out again and got closer to where we could see the crime scene. I saw them load the body.

I was approached by two or three detectives who asked if I lived in the house I was standing in front of at the time. That’s when I told them where I lived and asked if we could get to our house. The brother came up to the detectives and started yelling about how “you’re not gonna get away with this” and “he was handcuffed when you shot him.”

“We’re not going to let you put us in handcuffs anymore. Why would anyone let you put them in handcuffs when this is what you do? You handcuff him and shoot him in the back of the head. If you want head shots, I can give you head shots. I can put something on your head.” Detectives sent me to my car at this point and told me I could drive through and get home. As I was walking, I heard him say “one of yall cuffed him, the other said ‘he’s got a gun’ and yall shot him in the back of his head.” 

When I got home, I could still hear his mother crying and screaming. 

I can’t do this anymore. I can’t listen to his mother crying anymore and his brother screaming. 

This is so heartbreaking =(
Even more heartbreaking is the fact that the police will probably be absolved, and the true story of what happened may never make it to the mainstream media.
There are just.. no words.

"Life is too short to be angry all the time. Accept that all people are human, and thus inherently flawed and will inevitably make mistakes. Gently remind them, and move on. There is no need for hatred. It accomplishes nothing. If you live a life of anger and hatred, you will have a miserable and significantly shortened existence. Is that any way to live?"

Yours truly. (via xtwoofheartsx)
My 10 year highschool reunion is coming up, so I put this together, for my classmates who are on facebook and may stumble upon my profile on the facebook group and wonder who I am. It&#8217;s a lot easier than explaining! I graduated in 2002, and it&#8217;s now 2012.. but these were the best photos I could find for a comparison.

My 10 year highschool reunion is coming up, so I put this together, for my classmates who are on facebook and may stumble upon my profile on the facebook group and wonder who I am. It’s a lot easier than explaining!
I graduated in 2002, and it’s now 2012.. but these were the best photos I could find for a comparison.

About Me

Dominic Scaia

I'm Dominic. I'm 29 years old and I live in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. I'm an FTM (female-to-male transsexual), and for all intents and purposes, I'm done my transition. I'm an activist, educator, and advocate (on trans issues).


My personal Tumblr

My YouTube

FTM Television (My collab channel)









SEARCH