tbh the real advice I’d give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant you’re done. go somewhere you’ve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as you’d like.
Endorsed. Going to a place like a park or museum by yourself to just wander around and experience it at your own pace, without paying attention to anyone else, is really good and hugely freeing. It’s amazing how much more you can immerse yourself in a place if you aren’t also tracking anyone else’s feelings about it or about you.
Listen my dudes Ancient Egypt existed for a really fuckass long time. Literally just Pharaonic civilization lasted 3,000 years. That’s not even including predynastic civilization and Roman rule. If you lump that in you’re looking at more like… 5,000 years.
Like. If you want a comparison of how long that is: THE YEAR IS CURRENTLY 2018. TWO THOUSAND. TWO-THIRDS OF ANCIENT EGYPTIAN PHARAONIC CIVILIZATION HAVE HAPPENED SINCE THE ‘BIRTH OF JESUS CHRIST’
We comparatively just entered the Third Intermediate Period. The Greeks will not take over for another 700~ years. Cleopatra will not be born until the year 2931.
It’s a really long time guys.
Anyway look. Listen. I sat my ass down and wrote out a timeline of “when shit happened if you started at 1AD” because I know backwards numbers are hard to process but here’s an abridged version.
If the first Egyptian Pharaoh came to power in 1AD then…
300: step pyramid built
450: Great Pyramid at Giza built
815: Pepi II dies and civil war breaks out
950: Egypt re-unified
1350: Middle Kingdom ends
1450: New Kingdom begins
1520: Hatshepsut is on the throne
1650: Ahkenaten switches to monotheistic religion and builds a new city
1680: Tutankhamun dies
1720: Ramesses II ‘the great’ ascends to the throne
1740: World’s first peace treaty signed 1790: Ramesses II dies leaving way too many children
1920: Egypt breaks into 2 states again
And now we get to ~~~~the future~~~~. If we started at 1AD all of this stuff hasn’t happened yet
2050: Briefly re-united as a single state
2180: Civil war 2250: Nubian kings take over
2335: Assyrian conquest
2665: Alexander the Great conquers Egypt
2930: Cleopatra VII born
2970: Cleopatra VII dies. Egypt falls to Rome. Fin.
And that’s just starting with the Pharaohs. If you wanted to start with Predynastic Egypt, you can go ahead and ADD ONE THOUSAND YEARS to all of those dates
I hate that this is still getting notes but that it’s getting notes *without the timeline addition* like c’mon, man. I had to do MATHS for this. I DID MATHS FOR YOU PEOPLE AND ALL I GOT WAS A BUNCH OF RACISTS
As it turned out, the testosterone had atrophied my reproductive system—a condition that could have been prevented by the use of estrogen cream. The atrophy fused my uterus and my cervix together, along with my ovaries and everything else, creating an infection that burst and became septic. The gynecologists who kept sending me home and telling me nothing was wrong could have prevented this from happening if they knew anything about trans men and testosterone. They could have administered estrogen cream for my vagina. They could have done an ultrasound instead of just a pap smear. They could have tried to figure it out. Basic understanding of hormones could tell you that adding testosterone to a genetically female body will remove estrogen, and estrogen is what makes a vagina function properly. These two simple steps could have prevented a situation like mine.
Many trans men have been reaching out to me with the same symptoms that I had, so I’ve begun developing a concrete list of tips on how to get the best care from your gynecologist if you’re trans:
1. First and foremost, before you make an appointment with a new doctor, be sure to ask if they’re versed in trans male healthcare. You need to have a gynecologist who understands and cares about our bodies.
2. During your visit, be sure to tell them that you’re using testosterone and ask when you should start to use an estrogen supplement. If you’ve been using testosterone for more than a year or so, you can ask for an ultrasound in addition to your pap smear for additional information on the health of your reproductive system.
3. Be upfront about your sexual activity and any abnormal pain you’re feeling.
4. And last but not least, if you don’t like your doctor for any reason or feel like they don’t understand or care about the best way to treat you, find a new one! Comprehensive healthcare is your right.
this is the kind of sex ed we need. instead of a two-week unit on “what are the usual body parts and how do you put a condom on a banana” and then pretending it isn’t a thing ever after, schools need to teach an actual biology class around gender, sex, reproductive health, and medicine. including topics like “things that can go disastrously wrong with your uterus and how to convince a doctor to actually check for them,” because goddamn i’ve seen so many awful examples online and irl.
After I got doxxed that one time, I actually did cut off all contact with anyone under the age of 20, which directly led to one of my friends killing herself at age 17. I only learned about that a few months ago, when I accessed my old account and found her suicide note.
Apparently, she was heavily reliant on my support as proof that there were “good adults” out there.
But yeah, isolating teenagers away from any support structure whatsoever is totally safe for them.
My only friend I was truly close to and openly nonbinary to got sucked into the ‘you’re a bad, predatory adult for talking to a kid about fandom stuff’ and cut off all contact with me. For my own good. She cut off contact just after I had been raped at college and when I was beginning to have daily panic attacks. Cut me off after three years of talking to each other on the phone for hours, sharing fanart and fanfic with each other, watching movies and rushing to text one another about it, going over our very similar experiences as CSA survivors.
I was 17 when she cut contact because it was the ‘right’ thing to do. She was 20 when she was talked into thinking she was basically a pedophile for talking about Disney and Star Wars with me.
I’m 20 now and I’m still having trouble letting people in as a result of her bailing on me. I have a hard time believing people will stick around when she left me so easily after what felt like such a long time and a strong bond. She helped me through episodes of suicidal depression and I was her one-person cheerleader in convincing her that God didn’t hate her for being a lesbian, that she wasn’t a bad person for loving women, that it was natural. We were incredibly good for one another. I think hearing someone younger than her say it was no big deal gave her some hope in the younger generation, honestly. And hearing her explain how things could get better once I was old enough to get on medication for my mental illness (she was right) was a lifeboat in a stormy sea for me.
And there are lots of people on tumblr who would applaud her if I named her blog here for not being a ‘bad adult who talks to kids’. Who would see dropping me after one of the worst experiences of my life as a noble thing, a great thing, the standard by which all adults should conduct themselves – better that than be a ‘predator’ and return a text, an email, a phone call from someone so traumatized they dropped out of school and attempted to kill themselves twice in two weeks, right?
Any system of morality that allows you to cut contact with a rape victim and ignore them even when they nearly die is not moral purity. It’s not ‘saving minors’. It is killing minors and then saying they’re better off dead than ‘preyed upon’. The fear of being hurt is more important than actual hurt. The fear of being hurt is more important than the trail of bodies left in the wake of All Adults Are Predators bandwagon.
I am a bad adult because I would never abandon a 17 year old in my situation if the roles were reversed. I would never abandon a 16, 15, 14, 13, etc. year old and risk doing irreversible psychological damage or driving them to suicide.
I don’t care if that costs me the imaginary and worthless Moral High Ground ™. I just want everybody to make it out of these shitstorm years alive.
Minors who might be following me: I care more about getting you help than literally anything else.
If I wrote my heart out all day and all night for a year I couldn’t close the terrible holes in the world these authoritarians are making, and I’m so, so sorry, to both of you.
I write here because if I’d been a teenager in 2016, they might have killed me too.
And because I want to teach people to see what’s happening, and learn ways to question and reject and stop it.
Everything happens so fast. But we can still keep our doors and hearts open for the ones who aren’t gone yet.
I was a 100% closeted queer kid in the 80s who could get no guidance or companionship whatsoever because there were no youth groups whatsoever, it really was a time when you couldn’t be openly LGBT and a member of the mainstream, and adults wouldn’t talk to me. Heaven forbid someone be interpreted as converting a vulnerable youth during the Reagan years and their aftermath.
We really don’t want to go back to that culture. Eff that.
“I was a baby when I got married. I was only thirteen. I didn’t have an adolescence. One day I’m a child going to school, and the next day I’m a mother, responsible for a home. I cried too much. I didn’t know the person I married. He turned out to be a cold man. He had zero communication or understanding. I suffered for so long, but I endured it all so that I could raise my children well. But every human has a ceiling, and once you hit it, it’s over. For three years I planned my escape. I waited until my children were older. Then one morning I left the keys on the table, dropped my kids off at school, and headed straight for the courts. I finally have freedom. I’m laid back. I’m relaxed. I can express my opinion. I do whatever I want. I just finished a wonderful vacation in Egypt with my daughter. Nobody causes me trouble anymore. These are the best years of my life.” (Cairo, Egypt)
ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige
I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to “think about the future”
Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.
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