Aaaahhhh I am the most spoiled in all the land. My babes @jellym and @sj_wells are the best. 😍😍😍

Aaaahhhh I am the most spoiled in all the land. My babes @jellym and @sj_wells are the best. 😍😍😍

Still getting used to styling this new haircut myself. 

Today, half my curls just kinda…fell down? Like, the right side of my head just gave up. I don’t know what happened. It’s not cute. 

I have no idea how or why but our accountant/payroll guy at work seems to think I’m a partier. 

Like, does sitting around in my underwear feeding Doritos to my dogs count as partying? 

"I have bad news…"

nerderousrage:

That’s something no one ever wants to hear and up until yesterday words that my mother had only uttered to me 3 times before. All were to inform me of a grandparents illness. Cancer to be exact. Her mother was diagnosed with colon cancer at a very early age and died within the year. My dad’s father was diagnosed a few years later with prostate cancer and then my mother’s father not long after. Luckily they managed to live quite awhile longer than their doctor’s prognosis. 

Yesterday came the fourth time I heard these words. Earlier this week my father was diagnosed with bladder cancer. We still don’t know how bad, he’s due for more tests next week but I am hopeful. He’s been dealing with symptoms for a little over a month and he’s still young and in fairly good health. Still the words are jarring. His response to my mother was, “this isn’t going to kill me, this isn’t how I will die”. His father said those same words and he lived another 10 or so years with a worse prognosis. I have hope that he will prevail and beat this. 
I don’t post this seeking prayers, that’s something I stopped doing a long time ago when my mom first uttered these horrible words. I can’t say I was ever really a religious person despite the way I grew up. I lost faith in religion a long time ago. These days I have more faith in my loved ones and science than any higher power. Still positive and hopeful thoughts are always welcome and appreciated. My dad has a great doctor, a great support system and a fighting spirit I’ve seen in few people. 
Despite the fact that I don’t feel like I have the best relationship with him he is still my father. For better or worse I’ve learned a lot from him. I love him dearly and always will. He will beat this.  

It’s been a rough week in the Cortez Alvarez house. My in laws are going through a pretty scary time. If you’re into prayer or positive vibes, please consider keeping Pepe Alvarez in your thoughts. 

fuck cancer

genderfuckedover:

thewomanfromitaly:

i-am-river:

So, i read this awful article using bathroom “scare tactics,” which was claiming that trans women are potential rapists. “Men” who dress as women to gain access to women only spaces and force them self on women. This really upset me and i had a bit of a Twitter rant. They were read by others and i was urged to post them in other media also, so i am posting them here. (Edited together in easy reading format from top to bottom.)

This is the link in the first tweet about how there are no cases of a trans woman attacking a cis woman in public restrooms: Link 1.

This is the link in the second tweet about the cases where trans people are assaulted in the bathroom by cis people: Link 2.

if you’re cis and you follow me i’m gonna need you to reblog this

don’t care if you’re cis or trans, this is important.

(via femmeviolet)

everyone deserves a safe place to pee protect trans women

Next week we’ve been back in Vegas for a year. It seems like I never left and also like I just got back. Weird. 

gabydunn:

OH HEY EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE 
ARE YOU KIDDING

Let me tell you a story, ya’ll. 
I like comic books. I don’t read “regular” comic books because they’re just not particularly my thing. But I’ve been into the Sandman graphic novels since the mid 90’s and from there spun out to include series like Johnny The Homicidal Maniac (swoon, Jhonen Vasquez), Gloom Cookie, Nail Bunny, Love & Rockets, etc. Currently I read Lumber Janes and Sex Criminals. I’ve also picked up some of the Ms. Marvel issues but haven’t had a chance to read them. 
I say “I’ve also picked up” but what I mean is “I’ve asked my husband to put them in his pull box and make him pick them up” because I am exceptionally uncomfortable in comic shops now. 
Back in the day when I was part of role playing campaigns for Vampire, The Masquerade and Changling I would regularly frequent our local comic shop in Anchorage, Alaska. Nearly EVERY time I was in the shop, even after I had female friends who worked there, I was treated like either a) a criminal or b) some kind of super spy sent to bring down the Male Comic Nerd. 
I have been “tested” by real geek boys, I’ve had my likes called into question, I’ve been told that I can’t really say I read comic books because I don’t read the “real” comics. I’ve been told I’m too feminine to be in a comic shop and on one really unfortunate occasion I had a male customer slap my ass and tell me that I wasn’t welcome in the shop unless I was in a slave Leia costume. To the store’s credit, the owner happened to be there when it happened and he straight shut that shit down. 
We only had one comic shop in Anchorage when I was growing up. I stopped going. 
Every few years I try a new shop. The first one I went into in Vegas, 10 years ago now, I was told by the male counter jockey that the “girl comics” where in the back as I was walking in the door. I don’t know what a girl comic is but I was there looking for new series to get into and I ended up just turning around and leaving. 
The last time I was in a comic shop was about a year ago right after I moved back to Vegas. Thankfully I was there for an event because one of my nearest and dearest friends writes and publishes indie comics. So I was in an exceptionally welcoming environment and at no point was I disregarded as “fake” anything. 
That said, in real life interactions, I’ve been CONSTANTLY tested and heckled by Real Geek Boys to make sure I’m legit. I don’t play along. I just stop talking to them. The minute someone asks me to recite the list of nerdy things I’m into and then immediately asks me for obscure trivia about them I just shut down. 
It has not pushed me out of liking the things I like, but it has made me real not stoked on participating in the same spaces that are mostly male dominated because this behavior is so gross. And also depending on whether I’ll be alone or not, doesn’t feel particularly safe. 
So, in conclusion, Andy Clement: go fuck yourself. This shit is real. Women are telling you about their experiences. Shut the fuck up and listen. 

gabydunn:

OH HEY EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE 

ARE YOU KIDDING

Let me tell you a story, ya’ll. 

I like comic books. I don’t read “regular” comic books because they’re just not particularly my thing. But I’ve been into the Sandman graphic novels since the mid 90’s and from there spun out to include series like Johnny The Homicidal Maniac (swoon, Jhonen Vasquez), Gloom Cookie, Nail Bunny, Love & Rockets, etc. Currently I read Lumber Janes and Sex Criminals. I’ve also picked up some of the Ms. Marvel issues but haven’t had a chance to read them. 

I say “I’ve also picked up” but what I mean is “I’ve asked my husband to put them in his pull box and make him pick them up” because I am exceptionally uncomfortable in comic shops now. 

Back in the day when I was part of role playing campaigns for Vampire, The Masquerade and Changling I would regularly frequent our local comic shop in Anchorage, Alaska. Nearly EVERY time I was in the shop, even after I had female friends who worked there, I was treated like either a) a criminal or b) some kind of super spy sent to bring down the Male Comic Nerd. 

I have been “tested” by real geek boys, I’ve had my likes called into question, I’ve been told that I can’t really say I read comic books because I don’t read the “real” comics. I’ve been told I’m too feminine to be in a comic shop and on one really unfortunate occasion I had a male customer slap my ass and tell me that I wasn’t welcome in the shop unless I was in a slave Leia costume. To the store’s credit, the owner happened to be there when it happened and he straight shut that shit down. 

We only had one comic shop in Anchorage when I was growing up. I stopped going. 

Every few years I try a new shop. The first one I went into in Vegas, 10 years ago now, I was told by the male counter jockey that the “girl comics” where in the back as I was walking in the door. I don’t know what a girl comic is but I was there looking for new series to get into and I ended up just turning around and leaving. 

The last time I was in a comic shop was about a year ago right after I moved back to Vegas. Thankfully I was there for an event because one of my nearest and dearest friends writes and publishes indie comics. So I was in an exceptionally welcoming environment and at no point was I disregarded as “fake” anything. 

That said, in real life interactions, I’ve been CONSTANTLY tested and heckled by Real Geek Boys to make sure I’m legit. I don’t play along. I just stop talking to them. The minute someone asks me to recite the list of nerdy things I’m into and then immediately asks me for obscure trivia about them I just shut down. 

It has not pushed me out of liking the things I like, but it has made me real not stoked on participating in the same spaces that are mostly male dominated because this behavior is so gross. And also depending on whether I’ll be alone or not, doesn’t feel particularly safe. 

So, in conclusion, Andy Clement: go fuck yourself. This shit is real. Women are telling you about their experiences. Shut the fuck up and listen.