NO.

At what point will my body belong to me and me alone? How many men does it take to argue about my body before they finally decide it’s not theirs to argue over?

These piece of shit needs to die in a Turkish prison and then come back as a poor Afghani female.

I fucking hate space before an ellipsis.

I love how they’re still using a photo of Bjork from 2001.

That was lovely. I hate those well-intentioned questions and comments. I really hate that you’re supposed to be grateful for people’s stupid questions and comments and that sometimes THEY have the nerve to be upset and hurt if you tell them to fuck off. Or even if you just don’t react the way they thought you would.…

I lost a child and one of my grief epiphanies was that I was allowed to not feel bad about random crying fits in public. I was like, I’m in enough pain. I’m allowed to not kick myself for worrying about being in Safeway and crying. So then there was me grabbing the Honey Nut Cheerios and looking at the labels with…

Regardless of what anyone thinks about religion, or any particular religion, and granting that there’s no way of proving she wouldn’t have had these insights otherwise, and granting every individual’s experiences are unique, and speaking as an atheist, but from experience, I gotta say that the Jewish…

Having lost my father and sister, and dealt with so many people saying the wrong things, and not understanding that it didn’t happen for a reason, I won’t get over it, and it doesn’t get better...I love reading what she wrote. You never stop missing your loved ones, and it won’t ever stop sucking, you just learn to…

That really was beautiful. I’ve been through horrible tribulations myself and know that some things just make you irate. “Everything happens for a reason” was one of those for me—or even worse, “God has a plan”. “I’m sorry this is happening” is now what I say.

Dear Sheryl, if my mother was here, I believe she would tell you that you will feel pure joy again. It will shimmer in a slightly different way, but there will be joy.

also how incredible of her to take this opportunity to educate people about grief and healing and empathy—like to be making the world a better place with her own grief... fuck.

I admittedly do not handle grief well—but this would have me running down the street weeping and pulling my own hair out and chewing on it. I…

Right? That’s exactly what I thought. The other day my husband came home and started singing the Golden Girls theme song spontaneously. It was ridiculous, but I can’t imagine not having that kind of ridiculous in my life.

I will remember to use “how are you today?” after reading this.

I take back everything I ever said about her. She’s so eloquent and self reflective, and beautiful. So much love to her.

Just read it on FB. Was in tears and really want my husband to come home from work this minute.

Jesus, way to be compassionate. She’s clearly trying. Are you really going to fault an elderly woman for taking some time to adjust to her child’s gender transition?

She is her MOTHER, cut her some fucking slack! She gave her the name “Bruce”, probably chose it very carefully and lovingly - this is hard for a parent, especially an older parent, and to be honest about this being hard is not being an evil meanie, it is being human. And she is trying, isn’t she?

It pisses me off that people expect his own mother to just be like “Okay hey Caitlyn!!”. This is someone she has raised. Of course she is going to have a tough time calling her son by her new name. Jesus people, it may look like the world is super cool with this transition but in reality it takes family and loved ones…

don’t act like you can’t force yourself to change. You might just not want to.