Icon by @ThatSpookyAgent. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.
So I was hanging out with a guy and we were ordering food and we saw potatoes O'Brien as an option and he said “You mean Senior Chief Petty Officer Potatoes O'Brien?” and we discussed the concept of Star Trek au where everything is the same except O'Brien is a Starfleet-grade sack of potatoes that falls over frequently. So here’s this.
it is so fucking infuriating that as a butch woman, 9 times out of 10 it is my strong body that people see as exempting me from being considered a (normal) woman. it is my arms that i put work into, my broad dependable shoulders, that are most deplorable among women. my solid blue collar worker frame is the number one thing people cite when they want to justify assuming i’m a man. not my hair. not my clothes.
as if being strong, belonging to myself, is the biggest sin imaginable. think about that shit for like 2 whole seconds. mainstream culture wants to jump on the ‘women are strong’ bandwagon but the minute a woman has the wide lats or defined forearms that come with strength, we’re ugly again.
