“Pochoduji Jako Voják, Kterému Bubnují Do Kroku. Má Duše Mě Opustila. Bloudí Horskými Stráněmi

Do you sometimes have this urge to go on an epic adventure that will completely change you as a person? Do you dream about pirate ships, highest mountains and deepest woods full of secrets, brave people seemingly not from this world? I want to discover the world so much that it almost hurts. Not just the world, but the magic in it. God, sometimes I just want to see the magic. I hope there is some of it left.

These are some of my favourite classic female authors.

Two of them are czech, as you can see. The first one is Květa Legátová who wrote Želary and Jozova Hanule. The film Želary, based on Jozova Hanule (i know, the situation with the names is kind of messy), was nominated for the Oscars in the early 2000's.

The second one is Gabriela Preissová who was a czech writer and playwriter and two of her best known plays are Její pastorkyňa and Gazdina roba.

Both of them wrote about women and their lives. Gabriela is realistic writer and Květa is very poetic.

Especially Květa Legátová is just brilliant and I think that it should be possible to find a copy of her books translated into English. If you find it, read it. Please. I need people to know about her.

favourite female authors | requested by @shirewalker

This is my reminder to make a photoshoot of this kind. God, I need my tripod. 🙏🙏

The Essence of Silence by Anato Finnstark

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Honestly, me everyday.

Ravenclaw: I need a break.

Gryffindor: From what?

Ravenclaw: *vaguely gestures*

Gryffindor: Same.

Finding love as a transgender person

Marianne Oakes has shared an amazing collection of transgender love stories over at GenderGP. 

Here are a few of them. 

Marianne wrote:

The myth that trans people struggle to find love is damaging to our future generations, if trans youth or worse still, their parents believe this, then the impact can be loss of hope. My experience is pretty much like all the lovely comments here, let’s stop the myth, xx

More here!

It is what it is.

Yall really see the words pirates, cowboys, and homoerotic subtext and just smash that reblog huh

Aesthetics is not pointless. Everything becomes bearable, even enjoyable, if you can look at the aesthetics behind it. Cultivate that magical power, you will become indestructible.

the men in my life are all good men, or, at least, they are men who are not violent - and that is enough for a man to be considered good; that he could be violent but is not.

the men in my life are good men. recently at a hardware store one of the men in my life let me stand behind him, just a little, in that ghosting way that girls can learn. the disappearing technique we master of shadowing behind our Good Men. this was to protect me from a man who was not-being-good.

i fall down. one of the good men in my life offers me one arm like a knight, we are laughing while i clamber back onto my feet. i give the good men in my life piggy back rides because i like to show off how strong i am. i give the good men in my life run-at-them hugs. i let the good men in my life pick me up like i am a sack of grain; i get the good men in my life coffee, i make them sandwiches, i teach them dancing.

i am a man-hater, obviously. i am gay enough the insult is sort of funny. waiting for the bus, where there are men who are not-known-to-be-good, i google how to make a fist. i can never remember if the thumb goes on the outside or the inside, only that it is imperative that i do not fuck it up or i will break my thumb at the same time the man tries to break me. 

i walk my dog around the track only-at-dusk and-no-later. i made that mistake once, in august, hoping i could take a later run and maybe see the stars - i romanticized the idea of being able to skulk like a fox. the man that followed me across three lawns, two road-crossings, and back to my car - he spent the whole time whistling. the good men in my life say - oh, do you need me to come with you? and are actually asking - do you feel safe?

i fall down in a supermarket. a man i do not know grabs the inside of my knee. i do not know if the man is good, but i am supposed to give men the benefit of the doubt, so i laugh while standing. a man trying-to-be-in-my-life says what, no hug? and i have to decide if it worth it to just take off or put up with it. a man who-might-not-be-good stares at me while i walk by - i have to calculate if he’s just looking or if he’s watching. other men have badly hurt me, physically. the casual remark made is that those men are not real men. but they were real enough, to me.

there are many men who are mad at me. an entire reddit thread once was dedicated to how to dox me for feminist ranting - it was kind of funny, when it wasn’t downright scary. i have been stalked and harassed and treated horribly. they are all good men, in their own lives, you know. they are not violent, usually, unless provoked, and all it takes for a man to be good is for him to not be violent unless provoked, and i am, of course, always provoking.

a man in my life rolls his eyes. “i am sick of hearing this. we get it, all men are fucking evil. get over it.”

a man who-is-not-good shouts something unwritable at me. i have to tell the good man i am standing next to - it’s okay, this is nothing compared to what-could-be, this happens, it’s really not that big of a deal to me. 

“but it should be,” he says. “it should be.”

Well, I think I just found my perfect ending. Thank you.

HERE, PLEASE HAVE MY SOUL IN A TEN-PANEL COMIC

There’s a lot I could say about this… it’s the most rushed I have ever made a comic so there’s a lot of it that’s still wonky- crooked panels, rushed storyline, questionable dialogue, wonky references- but like, I fucking NEEDED this, okay, even if it’s only relevant for the next couple of hours before the new episode ruins us again. If anyone needs me, please forward all calls and tips directly to my grave.) 

(Please have a heart and don’t repost. Ultra super duper special thanks always to @malmuses for your help:)