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Howdy, I’m Sonny, your local enby demiboy and I’m here to talk about ✨names✨
Okay so this is mostly a personal rant (feel free to skip)
Ok so
The summer before 8th grade I had determined I didn’t like being called my legal name or the (god damned) nickname that came with it. So I started thinking about names that could pass as nicknames for my legal name.
I was listening to musicals like I often do and in the heights came on, and I guess you can see where this is going.
I chose my name in honor and reference to Sonny and kept that spelling as a way to convince that it was derived from legal name.
And so I started introducing myself as Sonny. It made me happy, when people call me Sonny I would be more excited to answer, and my mom started introducing me to her friends as Sonny.
Mind you, I changed my name before I determined it was okay for me to question my gender.
When I accepted that I wasn’t cisgender I started to think of ways I could either come out to my mother or gain comfort without.
I have determined that I shouldn’t come out, not with how my mom see’s people who fall out of the binary and even those who just don’t associate with their AGAB.
But I started to drop hints that I dislike how my figure falls. Y’know specifically the stupid flash sacks hanging from my torso.
This is about the time that things started to change.
My mom stopped introducing me as Sonny.
It was slow at first
“Oh this is Sonny”
“Oh this is my DAUGHTER, *legal name* but SHE goes by Sonny”
“This is *legal name*”
“This is *god damn evil nickname*”
I don’t know if she suspects something, but she’s the type to confront you if she is suspicious.
That’s how I got dragged out of the closet as asexual.
But I just wanted to illustrate how bad it can make you feel when someone ignores your name.
When she stopped using my preferred name, it felt like she decided I didn’t have to be respected.
I don’t need to be acknowledged correctly.
I don’t have to feel comfort or joy when someone addresses me.
I don’t think that’s just me.
Gzhel porcelain figurines of Belka and Strelka wearing cosmonaut suits from the collection of Martin Parr.
would you have any pictures/content of dezik and tsygan, the first dogmonauts? i saw a few pics on google, but they wouldn't tell me which is which (though by the name, i assumed tsygan was the black and white one, because 60s). love your blog <3 <3
Hii! I don't have a lot but I'm happy to share what I know. Dezik and Tsygan did a suborbital flight in July 1951. It was top secret at the time and only became known to the public in 1991. Dezik is the white one and Tsygan the black-and-white one.
They were trained before the flight, including the centrifuge.
Their rocket went up 101 km to the edge of atmosphere. The flight lasted about 20 minutes. They spent 4 minutes in zero gravity.
They landed about 20 km from the starting point and were both in good health.
A week later, Tsygan did another suborbital flight (partnered with a dog called Lisa). The parachute didn't open on landing, so unfortunately they both died. :'(
Dezik was adopted by one of the space engineers and lived the rest of his life with the family.
PS: dogmonauts! :D
I crocheted myself a little Whisper of my own. And when I say little, I mean little. He’s only 11 inches long and 4 inches tall. Since this is the first version, he’s not quite perfect (and I’m not positive I got the stripes right), but overall I’m pretty pleased with how he came out. :)