elknight20:

parkersmagicbox:

bonesex:

fuzzyhorns:

cauda-pavonis:

This legit makes me want to cry because I have *never* seen a picture of an older trans man naked.  It’s always young guys, usually much younger than me.  It’s like we don’t have a future, an adulthood, a middle age, an old age.  It’s like we just stop.

As a trans man who’s well past the age (and transition status) of ~sexxay tranz boiz~, pictures like this give me some kind of hope.  We’re not just one image stuck in time, snapshot of a skinny white andro urban-queer young trans dude with perfect top surgery scars, poster boys for young radical queerdom.  We’re not all Youth.  We live in more than two dimensions, and one of them is time.

Older queers tend to fall off the map full stop.  Trans people, even more so.  But we don’t disappear once we stop being, basically, fashionable. Supporting our young people is important, but we need to show them we have a future, too.

I literally cannot envision my own future.  There are no images of older men like me.

One image obviously can’t address all the lacks in representation, much less one image of a hot skinny (apparently?) white man.  But just to have that one extra factor in there, of age, it’s – it’s important. 

More, please.

uhhh if you are so into the photo how about you mention the photographer!? this is jess dugan’s work.

this is literally the best thing i’ve seen in years

This is exactly the kind of stuff I need to keep seeing. The future can seem like it will never come. Like maybe I don’t have one. Seeing pictures like this if someone who looks a little like what I may look like in 35 years just gives me a lot of hope.

^Ditto, here.^

animentality:

princesszeldaz:

olive-stripe:

princesszeldaz:

we all gripe about this site’s past and present and future because yes it sucks so why has it been literal years since I’ve seen any posts recalling ye olde Post Limit

I’m sorry the What

You could only make and reblog like 150 posts within a certain period of time to control traffic or whatever, and when you hit that limit you would be unable to post or reblog anything for sometimes several hours.

There was an ENTIRE external site called postlimit dot com that everyone had bookmarked because you’d search up your url there and it gave you a countdown to when the effects of your banishment would be lifted.

A lot of people would hit Post Limit at similar times so we used to go to like Skype or whatever and chat (because tumblr did not have an on-site messaging system beyond fan mail at the time) while we all waited for tumblr to free us from the little shame lockers they shoved us in.

It still exists. I used to hit it all the time.

Then I learned to shut up, and now I don’t.