So Brad totally talked about this in an interview, saying that Shiloh prefers to be addressed by all the family as John (and if anyone calls ze—I guess, I’m not sure if there are chosen gender pronouns yet, so I’m just going to use ze/zir—Shiloh, ze’ll be all “it’s JOHN OKAY?”) and prefers traditionally “masculine” things like swords and boy clothes etc., and he and Angelina don’t care because they a) recognize that not all children are the same/follow traditional gender binaries and b) they love John no matter what so it doesn’t matter to them what gender ze is. Which I thought was awesome/adorable.

Love them so much.




I’m not nessesarily a big fan of Jolie, however I will say this: If my mother had done for me what she is doing for Shiloh/John it would have saved me a a childhood full of frustration, numbness and confusion. I would not now look back on 19 years worth of life and wish I had been able to LIVE IT. Instead, I spent 19 years pretending to be someone else. I can’t help but feel robbed. Why do we tell children who they are? HOW can we tell children who they are?

Parents, please, LISTEN to your kids. Embrace difference and know that you are raising your children right by allowing them to be themselves and loving them unconditionally.

I personally find it disgusting that this magazine seems extremely critical over such an amazing move on their parts.

The most frightening thing I have ever heard on the internet. 

This 17 year old boy, killed his mother and sister while his father was away on business. He is so calm through the whole call, it’s just terrifying, knowing that any person, anyone around you right this very moment could be like this. 

The 911 operator was also amazing. These people are normally very rude (from my experiences) and because of her brave soul, and skill of staying calm no matter the circumstances she talked him into calmly walking out and giving into the police. 

From The “Star Telegram Report” found here.

An operator answers and asks Evans to describe his emergency.

“Uh,” he says evenly, “I just killed my mom and my sister.”

“What?” the operator said, clearly alarmed.

She quickly regains control and gets his name, age, address and the location of the gun.

She also asks why he attacked his family.

“It’s weird,” he says. “I wasn’t even angry with them. It just kind of happened. I’ve been kind of planning on killing for a while now.”

“The two of them?” the operator asks. “Or just anybody?”

“Pretty much just anybody.”

Emotion grows in Evans’ voice as he describes the killings.

“This is really going to mess me up in the future,” he says, “but you see, my sister, I told my sister that my mom needed her. She was in her room and she came out of her room and, uh, I, I shot her. And she rolled down the stairs and I shot her again. And then I went down and I shot my mom about maybe three or four times.

“I’ll never forget this, but my, uh, sister, she came down the stairs and she was screaming and I was telling her that I’m sorry but that this, hold still, that, you know, I was just going to just make it go away, you know. But she just kept on freaking out.

“But finally she fell down and I shot her in the head probably three times.”

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