i’ve been doing research about jobs/companies that are accepting of trans and the like since i’m going job hunting again next month, and i found this list, which lists trans-friendly businesses. it links to this page, a directory for employers.
tagging so people can see it, i figured this might come in handy for some people!
Add Nominum, a computer company in Redwood City.
Also, boost the hell out of this!
It’s sad we need stuff like this but yeah. Reblog.
in time of daffodils (who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why, remember how
in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so (forgetting seem)
in time of roses (who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if, remember yes.
I might be on this one? Either way v. good track, great sounding record
What’s often admired in femininity is, as the abstinence speakers say, being as fresh as an un-licked ringpop. White girls particularly (I’m half-white, but aspirin-pale), are imagined to posses innocence. Innocence is supposed to be preserved.
Innocence is not doing. Not running off to New York. Not drinking whiskey till 4 AM. Not fucking that boy or girl because they make your heart scream electric, then waking up unpunished the next day. Not hacking a system rigged against you. Innocence is a relic of a time when women had the same legal status as children. Innocence is beneficial to your owner. It benefits you not at all.
Why do I recognize this poem?
I lost the blue handle
of things, a paintbrush, our
I gathered gauze,
the cloud of you, curtains
ordinary as fog.
Books I stole from you,
I lost. The sinuous line
of these mountains
like a graph of doubt
rising. I thought
the heart is
small and dull.
I heard the trees,
their birdless sighs.
I lost by accident:
noon’s silence, the wonder
that forgetting makes.
You were gone
in the eyes, my origin.
It’s not such an open thing for women to be physically attracted to the male body and fantasise about it. I can’t understand that because to me the male body is absolutely beautiful. Physical masturbation, it’s feeling so bottled up you have to relieve it as you were crying.
Tina Belcher is important.
Tina Belcher’s sexual desires are weird. They’re weird and more than a little off-putting and not meant to be particularly palatable for the average straight male viewer. And it is glorious to watch. The show makes you recognize her desires as a young woman and the possibly that other girls feel the same way. Tina’s budding sexuality might be an exaggerated view of how a lot of teenage girls feel as they grow up, but there are girls out there that relate to Tina and it’s a point of view that rarely gets told. And when it is, it’s almost always bent to fit how men want girls to express their sexuality. But Tina’s sexual desires aren’t there to titillate the audience. They’re there because they’re a part of her.
HOUSE OF THE DEAD RAT
I was going to write a long piece about how much this space has meant to me, but Christine basically nailed it.
We have hosted an assortment of events at the house and used it as a center point for a lot of grass roots ideas and I’ve watched ideas manifest into a million things, that house was truly magically and I am sad to see it go. I wish I could post all the photos in my mind and all the great things that happened within and because of this house.
—For those of you familiar with House of the Dead Rat:
Yesterday afternoon we received a 60-day notice to move out. One of the owners has recently passed and the family representatives are selling the property for good.
It’s very sad considering those who’ve occupied this house for the past five years have spent some formative and important times here. At least on my behalf, House of the Dead Rat has changed my life forever. This place has cultivated a unique chosen family, been a safe space for pain and healing of all kinds, housed many wonderful out-of-town friends and touring bands, and hosted a multitude of amazing shows and events, so many in fact, it’s overwhelming to recount all of them right now.
It’s walls have seen the start of many important bands, relationships and friendships in my life and nurtured Think and Die Thinking (something that has been pricelessly important to me and to many other people). Its housed some of the best pet friends and companions ever.
I am forever in debt and in awe of the time I’ve spent in this place and what it has done to my life. It is something I won’t ever forget, something that will probably take me a lifetime to process and cherish.
Suffice to say, we are looking for housing in San Jose, preferably something very similar to House of the Dead Rat (although we know nothing could ever take it’s place). We are urging people to keep an eye out and just
know we are kinda overwhelmed and might be until we know we can get settled into a new place. However, we are also very fortunately to have each other right now and a vast support network of great individuals.
We are also hoping to have a HotDR commemoration party! Maybe we can all share our collective memories of this beautiful place before we say goodbye.—
the first time I went to a show at this house I thought “this feels like home.” and that feeling has not ceased. I am really sad that this house will no longer be, but I’m mostly grateful that it existed at all.Y’all have all my love and all my support.
I’ll never forget this place as long as I live.
What bean said ❤️
Good memories. I think the whole SJ scene will miss that house. But of course the people made it what it is. And they’ll carry that will to build and support wherever they end up. I’m glad.