Imagine being dead, buried and just a skeleton right now. That’d be pretty fun, wouldn’t it? Haha…ha. I hate myself so fucking much.
Imagine being dead, buried and just a skeleton right now. That’d be pretty fun, wouldn’t it? Haha…ha. I hate myself so fucking much.
I never understood the whole “when you’re dead people will be able to tell from your skeleton” thing. Like, I’d be dead already. I wouldn’t be physically capable of giving a shit. I really can’t be bothered to worry about what hypothetical future people think about my corpse.
It’s because they think gender is this boolean statement in your DNA that is just true or false.
It’s the same kind of lack of curiosity that leads people to just believe the simplified math and science they learned in elementary school, because it’s easier not to teach kids the real complexity of models until they are in high school or university.
You know, things are complex and that’s ok.
“Oh yeah? Well people 5,000 years from now are gonna misgender you! So there!”
carves gender markers into my bones
I thought archeologists just assumed men were buried with weapons.