part-time-jedi-full-time-sith:

so anyone who reblogs this by midnight of january 10th will get a character sketch based on their blog/ user name

the end

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binders101:

Hello, beautiful people, and welcome to another Binders101 Raffle!

Today we’re raffling off one hardly ever work small black underworks 983 Tri-top.

This binder hasn’t really ever been worn, but there’s a small rip in one of the side seams. An easy and possibly unnecessary fix.

Here’s a link…

binders101:

Hello, beautiful people, and welcome to another Binders101 Raffle!

Today we’re raffling off one hardly ever work small black underworks 983 Tri-top.

This binder hasn’t really ever been worn, but there’s a small rip in one of the side seams. An easy and possibly unnecessary fix.

Here’s a link…

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sweetoldetcetera:

I love creepy compliments, and will openly ask for them.

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Looking for inbox questions…I’ll answer most questions.

harmonyfamehooker:

and/or gender identity*

and I’m against bullying in general.*

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mylife-asastarshipranger:

“So it’s a boy, right?” a neighbour calls out as Kathy Witterick walks by, her four month old baby, Storm, strapped to her chest in a carrier.

Each week the woman asks the same question about the baby with the squishy cheeks and feathery blond hair.

Witterick smiles, opens her arms wide, comments on the sunny spring day, and keeps walking.

She’s used to it. The neighbours know Witterick and her husband, David Stocker, are raising a genderless baby. But they don’t pretend to understand it.

While there’s nothing ambiguous about Storm’s genitalia, they aren’t telling anyone whether their third child is a boy or a girl.

The only people who know are Storm’s brothers, Jazz, 5, and Kio, 2, a close family friend and the two midwives who helped deliver the baby in a birthing pool at their Toronto home on New Year’s Day.

“When the baby comes out, even the people who love you the most and know you so intimately, the first question they ask is, ‘Is it a girl or a boy?’” says Witterick, bouncing Storm, dressed in a red-fleece jumper, on her lap at the kitchen table.

“If you really want to get to know someone, you don’t ask what’s between their legs,” says Stocker.

When Storm was born, the couple sent an email to friends and family: “We’ve decided not to share Storm’s sex for now — a tribute to freedom and choice in place of limitation, a stand up to what the world could become in Storm’s lifetime (a more progressive place? …).”

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