I'm Kendra, and basically I post whatever the hell I want.
Peace out

 

hannibb:

who wears the pants in the relationship? well preferably no one will be wearing pants

bralpha:

okay but like could you imagine all the muggle born students coming back to hogwarts after summer break and catching up on what movies they saw, what they thought of season finales, what concerts they went to and off to the side the wizard raised kids are staring at them in confusion and suddenly one of them just whispers

"what the fuck is a nickelback"

norsegays:

astrolope:

People being angry about ~dem gays~ on Target’s Facebook.

I just want to give my two cents on this and tell you a story.

A couple weeks ago, I was hired at Target. I have a job at Target. Not a big deal right?

It is a big deal because i’m a transman

It doesn’t take a genius to conclude that it’s hard for me, my brothers, and sisters to get a job. There are legal restraints regarding the job and if you don’t pass, it’s hard to be taken seriously at a job interview.

Right on the application, it asks what your preferred name is. It also asks if there is anything that target should know. I put the fact that I am a transman, expecting not to get a call because usually when you put that down, people will throw out the application. I got TWO interviews.

At the interview, they asked me about it. I told them I am on hormones and they told me that they didn’t care. Not in the sense that they don’t emotionally care, but that it didn’t matter. I was male and that’s all that mattered. They also told me that they give sex same couples benefits in states that do not recognize them as a married couple.

At my job orientation, I was not misgendered once. Even my supervisors who weren’t sure of my gender avoided pronoun use, which I found only happens when you’ve had pronoun training. They gave me a name tag with my preferred name and didn’t ask questions. I felt safe and respected, which is huge for a trans* person.

TLDR: Target is amazing not just for the LGB, but also the T. Shop there for the rest of your life.

deductions-with-thedoctor:

bubbleberrys-bash:

cancerousmexicanfetusrapewhistle:

When I was 7 there was a group of really mean girls in my class and one day I pulled out my crayons and one of the girls walked up to my desk and looked me in the eye as she snapped my crayons in half 

if i were you i would have sharpened that crayon back, walked up to her, and looked her in the eye as i sliCED HER FUCKING THROAT OPEN WITH IT, I NEEDED A NEW RED ANYWAYS

new from crayola:

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(Source: caseyanthonyofficial)

things that are enjoyable:

  • showers

things that are not enjoyable:

  • getting in the shower
  • getting out of the shower

(Source: alltimeboners)

roachpatrol:

isozyme:

KEEP THOSE JEANS ALIVE

Everybody knows the pain of shopping for a decent pair of jeans, and the even greater pain of losing a really good pair to a hole in the crotch.  Sewing torn denim back together is not a thing that nature intended, because the world is a dark, cruel place.

But I wasn’t gonna stand for that! I’m playing God, I thought. I’m fixing these jeans, and the laws of nature can go fuck themselves. And then it worked.  Here’s how to do it:

  1. Buy some Shoe Goo from your local CVS or something.  It’s pretty cheap and you can glue basically anything with it.  I glue the soles of my shoes back on with this stuff.
  2. Sacrifice some mistake jeans to make a patch, and glue that patch to the inside of your jeans.  Glue it down real good.  Do this in a well-ventilated area because Shoe Goo is toxic stuff until it dries.
  3. Let it cure for 24 hours, and then put your jeans back on and flip God the bird, because you have just performed a miracle.  You have saved your favorite jeans from certain garbage-canning.

One tube of glue is enough to save a lot of jeans, plus some shoes on the side.  The patch holds up pretty well in the washer/dryer, and is only a little stiffer than two layers of denim would be anyway.  Boom.

i threw out a pair of jeans that had worn through right on the butt and to this day i’m still sad