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what if i’m the monster
what’s your favorite mythical creature
(my) ⓐⓞⓣⓓ :
i love cherubs cause they’re cute, genderless, angels & like ugh i FUCKING LOVE THEM!!! i want to get a sleeve (tattoo) themed around them & all they’re glory on my right arm. they’re just so groovy and they make me so happy.
pics taken and edited by me.
this is a release of a river cooter that was captured during an ongoing mark-recapture program. she had a PIT tag from being previously treated at our rehab center after being hit by a car, which is pretty cool because we don't often know where our rehab turtles end up or if they continue to reproduce! this gal was indeed gravid, and we learned that she had 12 eggs from a radiograph! so, we took some measurements, notched her shell, and sent her on her way🐢
🧠 today I’m thinking about impostor syndrome. there is a lot to unpack regarding mental health and the conservation field, but today I’m only going to attempt to digest this (not so) tiny lil’ nugget that is impostor syndrome. everyone experiences impostor syndrome differently, but I get the sense that a *lot* of people in our field experience it because all of the jobs are so cool how do I deserve to be here there is so much niche information to know and understand and I hardly know a fraction of it anyways I’m just going to list a few (more) of the ways that I experience it:
- when I get offered a job: is this a hoax
- when I got this job: it’s so cool how the heck did I get it there must be much more qualified people out there
- when I apply to new jobs: but I don’t have enough experience should I just not apply
- when I post on this account: eeeeeek are my facts right everyone else is so much more experienced and has real thoughts and *knows* what they’re talking about
- when I see y’all being cool as heck and rocking my insta feed: fuck
- when I think about applying to grad school: haha
- when I think about applying to grad school part 2: but there are so many different facets of biology how can I settle and pick one if I’m not an expert on all of them
- when I wear my pronouns pin to work: do I deserve to be gendered correctly am I androgynous/masc/femme enough (NOTE: this is also a result of internalized transphobia due to the cis™️. none of these fears are true, but also, yeah, there's always some gender impostor stuff happening so that’s fun. reminder: gender is who you are not how you look)✨
🌿how do you experience impostor syndrome how do you deal with it
I am consistent in all my states. I utilize traditional concepts of gender presentation as if they are drawn from a toolbox, wielded with flourishes and never held too tightly. Just because I hold a screwdriver, doesn't mean I'm a handy-man. Wrenches do not make me a plumber, electrical tape doesn't make me an electrician. They are tools, and I don't owe you any certificate or business card explaining my occupation. For a while now I've stopped disclosing pronouns altogether, and this is a personal choice. When someone asks for my pronouns, it feels like they're asking which ruler I want to be measured with today. As if they expect me to explain my gender to them. Let me say this: I do not have the responsibility to provide anyone with an explanation of how I experience gender in order for them to determine how to interact with me.
Do you hear that I want to repeat it for emphasis: I do not have the responsibility of providing someone with an explanation of my experience of gender in order for them to determine how to interact with me. If you are a loved one, someone I hold dear, someone in my pants or in my space who will benefit from that clarification then I love to share, to discuss, to collaborate. But I am not responsible for coming to a conclusion about my experience, wrapping it up into three pretty pronoun words and offering them to someone in order for them to determine how to interact with me. If you're enchanted, so be it. If you're confused, I wish you well on your journey of discovery. If you're perturbed, I'm glad I've planted some seeds. If you see yourself in me, let's talk! Let's hear our own words through each others' mouths, discuss our experience! But in none of these circumstances do I owe anyone an explanation.
This photo does not show a "transformation." The only difference between these two photos is what tools I wanted to use that day.
Do you see that smile It’s so real!! Last night I cut not only a real person’s hair, but my person’s hair!
I’m so excited to have that milestone down. So many more haircuts to come!
Anna, thank you for your trust and love. Arcadia, thank you for the support and guidance.