Idk What Trans Man Needs To Hear This But You're NOT Evil Or Disgusting For Being A Man. You Do NOT Have

Hello! 💚

My name is Morbidica, and welcome to my blog :)

I made this blog to stem away from all my past blogs and to grow and explore myself, which isn’t something I let myself do, due to embarrassment. But I’m too old for embarrassment now. So here’s to a new era, where I have my own little bubble to grow and see what I’m supposed to be.

Other funfacts:

I am an adult

I am genderfluid (pronouns change without much rhythm, and unless specified on my posts, please use they/them, thank you)

I’m AuDHD

The things I’m always into is clowns, ninja turtles, horror, retrofuturism, muppets, strawberry shortcake, hello kitty. The list will change presumably as I go forward.

I have a special interest in memes. They’re encapsulated in my mind, and there’ll be a meme for about anything said to me. Sorry in advance.

was asked to make a transmasc version of the meme

:) thank you

can I have a headpat :( It's been a rough week

There’s a scientific journal called “Get me off Your Fucking Mailing List”.

In 2005, computer scientists David Mazières and Eddie Kohler created this highly profane ten-page paper as a joke, to send in replying to unwanted conference invitations. It literally just contains that seven-word phrase over and over, along with a nice flow chart and scatter-plot graph.

An Australian computer scientist named Peter Vamplew sent it to the International Journal of Advanced Computer Technology in response to spam from the journal. Apparently, he thought the editors might simply open and read it.

Instead, they automatically accepted the paper — with an anonymous reviewer rating it as “excellent” — and requested a fee of $150. While this incident is pretty hilarious, it’s a sign of a bigger problem in science publishing. This journal is one of many online-only, for-profit operations that take advantage of inexperienced researchers under pressure to publish their work in any outlet that seems superficially legitimate.

I love being alone most of the time. It's the only state of being I know of how to be. Like a concrete flower. There, but not noticed, or acknowledged. Crying alone when nobody else is awake or around. Never having space to myself. Everybody wants to be involved now for themselves. I'm just tired, really. Tired of never feeling like I can achieve a deep emotional connection to anybody, or being completely myself because of things I can not help. It's just something too far out of my reach. I have to just accept my role of being the called upon one, who nurtures and cares for somebody, and being ditched when the person they really want comes back, but still being there. It's my birthright. My curse of life.

Him

just had an absolutely atrocious thought

like to charge, reblog to cast <3

I finally made the meme I've had in my head for over a year