Someone doesn't have to be trans to experience or evoke transphobia. The perception of trans status and reactions to can be trans phobia.

Next time just utter these four little words.

no one would also recognize me in london so she and i are extraordinarily similar

I'll give this to you with as much pertinent information as possible because I work full time in the opera industry:

If Dakota can't...

If American Sniper wins best picture, it will probably be because of gerrymandering.

The movie, a very alternative love story that opens on Valentine's Day weekend, might just make Dakota this decade's Vivien Leigh Gretchen Moll.

Hmm. Wouldn't she get that nice comfort of no one recognizing her literally anywhere outside of her apartment?

re: American Sniper

Victorian Sex Ghost is the best description of Brand I've ever read.

Agreeing with Russell Brand.

I'm wondering why everyone keeps rooting for her to be successful again when it's pretty clear that she's a total jerk to everyone around her. People keep giving her chances in show business and she takes advantage of them, wastes the time of producers and directors, wastes the crew's time on film sets, and has…

Jenny Slate has cemented the standard. The goal is no longer to be on SNL. The goal is to be fired from SNL so that you can move on to better things. Through an odd series of twists and turns, Saturday Night Live has become The Establishment, which molds most of its comedians into sitcom comedy widgets. And while it…

Yeah, another poster introduced me to this fun article that handily (and upsettingly) disproves my dog theory. General conclusion seems to be that your pets are still animals, and will pretty much across the board eat your face (or your pom poms, or whatever).

"Easten by cats" is like the most hipster possible version of a zoroastrian funeral (vultures are so last century). I'm down. Just throw my bones in a pit afterwards. I'm good.

My current feline is more affectionate and cleanly than most of the dudes I dated in my 20s.

I am so tired of my choices being either marriage or eat, pray, love.

I mostly agree with you, though I would at least like to have the option of an open casket funeral.

See, and I find that unique cat pragmatism to be endearing. The other day, my husband and I were talking about how long our cats would wait to eat us if we were dead. The conclusion was, like... maybe an hour? Two at the outside, before he realized "Well, I'm sad and all, but you aren't getting any fresher. I'll eat…

The only thing that worries me about the prospect of dying with my cat is that I know he will eat my face within minutes of my expiration. The next day they'll find a stack of bleached bones next to a 100+ lbs cat.