Hobbies are simply activities you enjoy, and of course activities don’t have a gender.
But we can’t deny that there are people who think of some hobbies as “girl hobbies” and others as “boy hobbies”. That can affect how you feel about your hobbies or which activities you even try out in the first place.
It’s not a challenge only lgbt+ people face but it can be especially difficult for us.
A lesbian girl who doesn’t like any things that are considered girly? She’s seen as a “walking stereotype” or might hear “If you like girls so much, why don’t you act like one?”. But if she loves girly activities, then she’s “too girly to be a real lesbian”.
Trans people are expected to like the things that society decided a “real boy” or “real girl” needs to like – but at the same time, they should not do that because, duh, don’t be a walking stereotype!
You can’t win. No matter what you like or dislike, someone will think it’s wrong and contradicts your identity.
If you are able to say “Screw that, I will do whatever the heck I want”, I love your confidence!
But if it’s hard for you to seperate yourself from those expectations,that’s okay. If you don’t dare to try something or if you feel embarassed when your hobbies come up, please don’t feel guilty. It’s not your fault that people slap a gender on perfectly genderless things.
These dudes are fucking legit. They don’t just show up one day in court, either, they actually make friends with the kids and let them know they have a support system and that there are people in the world who care about them and will always have their back. And less important, but also cool, is that the few times a couple of them have come into my cafe, they’ve been super friendly and polite and when I told one of the guys that I noticed his Bikers Against Child Abuse patch and wanted him to know how awesome I thought he was because of it, he got kind of shy and blushed and said, “The kids are the awesome ones, we just let them know they’re allowed to be brave.”
The source is long, but so, so good. These men and women are available in 36 states, 24 hours a day to stand guard at home, in court, at school, even if the child has a nightmare. Many of them are survivors of childhood abuse as well, and know what it’s like to feel scared and alone.
In court that day, the judge asked the boy, “Are you afraid?” No, the boy said.
Pipes says the judge seemed surprised, and asked, “Why not?”
The boy glanced at Pipes and the other bikers sitting in the front row, two more standing on each side of the courtroom door, and told the judge, “Because my friends are scarier than he is.”
Actual tears.. hnngh
Show me more of people like this, world. I give up on humans too easily.
where do i sign up for this,i want to be in this gang
This is fucking amazing. It may be out of character for me to say this but rock on
Bikers Against Child Abuse was founded in 1995 by a Native American child psychologist whose ride name is Chief, when he came across a young boy who had been subjected to extreme abuse and was too afraid to leave his house. He called the boy to reach out to him, but the only thing that seemed to interest the child was Chief’s bike. Soon, some 20 bikers went to the boy’s neighborhood and were able to draw him out of his house for the first time in weeks.
Chief’s thesis was that a child who has been abused by an adult can benefit psychologically from the presence of even more intimidating adults that they know are on their side. “When we tell a child they don’t have to be afraid, they believe us,” Arizona biker Pipes told azcentral.com. “When we tell them we will be there for them, they believe us.” ( Article)
My parents are a part of this organization and they are metal af
They go on runs to protect the child if they feel even the slightest threatened no matter where. If the child needs them to go on vacation with them, they do. Bikers come from across the nation to watch over and take shifts for these kids. And the best part is once you’re adopted into this family as a BACA kid, you’re always one. Even when you’re 40 and the perp gets released from jail, they’ll come meet with you and find your best options for avoiding the person and maintaining the life you’ve built for yourself. Once a BACA child, always a BACA child. In Florida, there’s 100% rate for identifying the perp based on the child’s testimony. Why? Because BACA stands with the child and supports the child so they feel comfortable enough to point out their attacker.
What’s better than a badass biker gang being on your side???
NATIVE AMERICAN CHILD PSYCHOLOGIST WHO IS A BIKER AND NAMED HIMSELF CHIEF HELL YES I’M HERE FOR THAT AND BIKERS BEING BAD ASS TO PROTECT KIDS. HELL YEAH.
it’s back! I will always reblog BACA
Damn good people.
I know they wouldn’t consider themselves such, but these people are freaking heroes and the world is a better place because of them.
This is EXACTLY who I fashioned Barry the Biker (aka Barachiel the Caretaker angel) after!! His vessel was a member of BACA, and they have a very symbiotic relationship (as I envision all angels and vessels were SUPPOSED to have).
It takes Sam awhile to recover from his near-death experience – – as it should, quite frankly; the fact that he even survived is nothing short of incredible.
He’s damn lucky that he has both Dean and Cas to help him, but…it’s Cas who’s been sticking mostly by his side. Dean’s worried, of course, but he recognizes that Sam still needs space.
Cas, on the other hand, had been shaken by the whole incident, so he won’t stop following Sam around. “Do you need anything, Sam?” he keeps asking, his voice worried.
Sam eventually gives in, one night when his still-healing wound is especially sore. “I – yeah. If – could you please get me a glass of water? ‘m not sure I can get up just yet.”
Cas scurries away, and returns with the water, and even helps Sam sit up properly so he can drink it. He sits down beside Sam. “Do you need your bandages changed?”
Sam looks over at him, actually reveling in the warmth a little bit. “No – uh, no. Dean just changed them this morning. It’s okay. Thanks, though.”
“How’s your pain level?”
Sam exhales slowly. “Uh…it’s – it’s actually kind of bothering me. I haven’t taken any painkillers today, but…”
Cas hums, and draws Sam against him, letting him tuck his head down against his chest. “Just relax.”
Sam slams his eyes closed. That does feel good – and good enough to distract him from the pain. “Cas, I…thank you for all of your help these past few days. I’m – it’s been bad, you know. This whole thing. But having you here…”
Cas smiles warmly, stroking Sam’s arm. “It’s my pleasure, Sam. I want to make sure you’re well-taken care of. Though, obviously, Dean does a fine job of that himself.”
Sam’s lip actually wobbles for a moment, there. He’s needed this: the simplicity of someone else just holding him. He hadn’t really realized how traumatic that whole event had been until after the fact. God, that kid suffocated him, for God’s sake, when he was already dying.
“Shh…” Cas turns a little, and he’s holding Sam closer, stroking his hair. “It’s okay.”
Sam inhales sharply – – and feels the tears sting his eyes. “Cas…” His voice is thick.
Cas kisses the top of his head, unassuming and gentle. “I’ll stay as long as you’d like, Sam.”
Demon, angel, and two wayward brothers, and who looks the most like they should have a halo here? The King of Hell.
Is this thing even on…?
(This Crowley was a warmup BEFORE the rest of the pic, but when I took the layer off invis he just looked like he was checking the camera. So we have an “outtake.”)
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 