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spookymultimedia · 3 months

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Small oneshot I made of Leia coming out to Nichole

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I laid on the bedroom floor of their girlfriends room and stared up at the ceiling from the cushy sleeping bag. I was ruminating about my gender again. I'm trans. I'm a transgender girl. Last week I had came out to Craig but I'm too scared to tell anyone else about it. I just don't want to disappoint people who knew me as a boy. I dunno.

“Hey,” Nichole whispered from her bed, “you awake?”

“Yeah.” I sat up. She turned on her bedside lamp. It was nearly 1 am on her alarm clock.

“Oh good because I can't sleep. Hold on,” she turned out the light and pulled out her pillow pet before turning the light on. The room had a soft pink glow. “there, now it's less obvious we're awake.”

“You've done this before huh?” I couldn't help a small giggle.

“Uh yeah.” she slid off her bed and sat next to me.

I needed to tell her. I needed to tell her now. It was killing me keeping this a secret from her. She deserved to know the truth.

“Nichole.” I touched her hand.

“Yeah?”

My throat suddenly got all choked up.

“Is there something you need to tell me?” she held my hand. Fuck. I love her so much. Tears pricked my eyes.

“What's wrong?”

“I'm scared you'll hate me.”

“Well what is it?”

“I'm not a boy.”

“Oh. . .are you trans?”

“Yeah.” I rubbed my eye.

She pulled me into a hug. I hugged her back and leaned on her shoulder. I tried to stop crying but I couldn't stop.

“Why are you crying?”

“It's dumb but I'm scared you'd break up with me.”

“What? No, I'm pansexual. I don't care.”

I sat up holding her hands.

“But you fell in love with me as a boy, I thought you'd be disappointed that I'm not Tolkien.”

“No way, I just want you to be you. I love you. I like how genuine you are. I love how you're a good friend. I love your giggles. I love all of you.” she cupped my cheeks. I blushed.

“I love you too.” I mumbled in awe.

“Okay, so you want me to use she/her for you?”

“Uh, not yet, I'm not completely out to all my friends yet. But when I am out, yeah. She/her or they/them is cool.”

“Is that why you've been going by the name Tea lately?”

“Yeah. But it’s technically the first initial of my old name. I know I want something different but I haven't figured that out yet.”

“Okay.” She petted my hands. I smiled.

“Who else knows?” she asked.

“Only Craig Tucker. I told him I hated being a boy.”

She nodded.

“Are you going to come out to your parents?”

“Probably. I'm just nervous I'll disappoint my Dad. I don't wanna tell him I hate the name he gave me or that I'm not his son anymore.”

“They're allies aren't they?”

“Yeah, they pro-lgbt. But I don't know.”

“Well my parents are supportive too, so you're safe here. I have a cousin who's trans and they love him.”

I nodded.

“You ok?”

“I just really don't feel at home in my body.” I mumbled.

“I could braid your hair sometime.”

I blinked wide eyed, “Really? You'd do that?”

“Yeah, when you're ready. Have you had your hair different before?”

“Not really, no. I'm sick of looking at it.”

“Yeah, it sounds miserable. Being in a body that doesn't feel like yours.”

“It really is.”

“Can I kiss you?” She mumbled.

“Yeah,” I giggled.

She kissed my cheek that made me giggle more.

“Sshhh!” She said trying to contain herself too. We stared at each other quietly for a moment.

“You're my girlfriend.” She said with a smile.

A glimmer of euphoria danced within me.

“Yeah.”

“We're girlfriends.”

“I sure hope people don't start drawing weird Yuri art of us.”

It was her turn to giggle as quietly as possible.

I yawned.

“Oh I'm keeping you awake aren't I?”

“A little bit.” I rubbed my eyes.

“Sorry, yeah. We should really go to sleep.” She crawled up into her bed and turned off the light.

“Goodnight Tea.”

“Night.” I went to sleep feeling lighter than before.

#south park #south park fanfiction #leia black #nichole daniels #tokole

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everything-is-crab · 7 months

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Since I live in a big city around middle class population I don't come across extremely bigoted homophobes as often. Or idk because I have never publicly come out.....just few of my oldest friends and no one else. But still. People don't talk a lot about LGBT often. So it's hard to know who's an ally and who's completely against you. But yk there are still signs that you look for and try to trust your instincts. However today one of my friends (didn't expect this from her tbh) said she's against LGBT and while I kept quiet (cause I don't wanna fight with anyone or risk myself coming out unintentionally) my other friends asked her why and she was like "No hate against them. Scientific reasons. Cause it's a hormonal illness. Such women obviously have high testosterone levels so get it treated" but I think that was just an excuse cause her next statement was "I don't want any such woman to be around me cause these people push it onto you and it's weird" (me trying to hide my smile cause she little does she know about my sexuality and preference for women and the way she's always approaching me when she needs help and wants to hang out). Honestly I couldn't control laughing out at that first ridiculous statement. I wanted to come out right then and ask her if I seem ill in any way. However I didn't say anything cause like I said, I have been sick of getting into arguments or confrontations with people. I am just glad my other friends support people like me and this one was just an exception.

But I am glad this came up cause I at least know now who in my friend group can be trusted if I ever feel ready to come out or need help with anything related to this and who I need to maintain only casual friendship with instead of forming a close bond.

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snow-and-shadow-fairy · 15 days

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About Me

This is my feminism sideblog. I have always been a feminist although there have definitely been times where I had feminist awakenings by discovering just how evil men are. I was raised by conservative Christian parents. My mother was a stay at home mother and loved criticising other women for not doing that, for working instead of taking care of their children. Even as a child I thought she was insane and sexist. I saw that women couldn't live lives the way men could if they had children. At dinner we would all sit in silence while my father monologued about his day at work and whatever else he wanted to talk about.

My first feminist awakening was reading the Bible when I was about 19 and 20. There was so much woman hating in there that I just couldn't take it anymore. Non Christians may know about the Ten Commandments given to Moses, but they are just a small section of many rules. One of the rules was that if a woman is raped and she is not married, she must marry her rapist. (May update this later when I can be bothered to find it.) I saw then that men do not see rape as assault, but theft of another man's property. The Bible is split into two sections. The Old Testament, which is before Jesus, and the New Testament, during and after Jesus. Christians tend to worship the New Testament and pick and choose which bits of the Old Testament they want to follow, which I never understood. For example, they will agree with the bits that condemn homosexuality, but when presented with stuff like "marry your rapist", they will say, yeah, that's bad, but don't worry, you don't have to do that anymore. I didn't understand why they were picking and choosing which rules to follow. As a Christian, I thought shouldn't we follow all the rules? But I didn't agree with the rules, or with Christians picking and choosing their own rules, so I stopped being a Christian.

My second was joining tumblr and seeing the misogyny of the trans rights movement. I'm straight, and I wanted to be a good ally to LGBT people, so at first I just thought it was fine, everyone has the right to respect. But I soon found out just how insane they were. My "peak trans" moment was reading this article in buzzfeed about the author Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. She was asked in an interview about trans women, and I saw nothing wrong with her response. Reading the article I realised that transgender people don't live in the world of reality. I learned that trans women really believe they are actually women, and to say that they were once men is not only wrong, but hate speech. I didn't understand this at all. Surely that's why they were trans women? Also, annoying sjw (for lack of a better phrase) types on the internet love to bang on about intersectional feminism, demonizing the straight white man, and supporting people with marginalized identities, the more marginalized, the better. Yet here was a black women talking about feminism, and hordes of white men (I refused to see them as women anymore) were telling her to shut up. I saw how fake people who bang on about straight white men really are. She didn't say anything offensive, but they were acting like she'd called for their extinction. It didn't make sense.

After that I started following feminist blogs on tumblr. Most of them were lesbians, and I discovered that not only was the trans movement sexist, but it was also homophobic. I tried reblogging their posts, because hey, people on tumblr hate homophobia, right? They love gay people? Wrong. I couldn't believe how many people blocked and unfollowed me for suggesting that lesbians shouldn't have to be attracted to trans women. Eventually I got tired and deleted tumblr. I have a new fandom blog now, completely free of any feminism. I decided to start a feminism blog to post any thoughts I have. I reblog other people's posts at https://www.tumblr.com/blog/snow-and-shadow-fairy-archive.

I believe that sex is the most important part of feminism. Men want sex from women. They want women to be sexually available at all times. Pornography and prostitution abolition should be the main focus of feminism. Women not having to have sex with men if they don't want to should be the main focus of feminism.

Feminists who love to talk about intersectional feminsim love talking about race but never talk about sexuality. Lesbians face the most discrimination due to not wanting to have sex with men. I always knew how creepy men were about lesbians but finding out about the trans rights movement and hearing the phrase "cotton ceiling" really disgusted me even more. It's really sad that "intersectional" feminists don't talk about the intersection of sexism and homophobia. The right pretend that it is only disadvantaged men who assault women. Meanwhile the left pretends that it is only advantaged men who assault women, and do not care when disadvantaged men do it. It's disgusting to see the left completely ignore the misogyny, homophobia and lesbophobia of the trans movement.

Even though I am attracted to men I have never been in a relationship with one and never will. I am genuinely scared of men. I can't even imagine loving one. I'm happy being single. I was delighted when I found out about the South Korean 4B movement. I think that's exactly what women need everywhere.

#feminism #terfs please interact

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eddywoww · 11 months

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I live in a more conservative area in the US. My family isn't, but whatever. Being LGBT was looked down upon in this area, my parents made sure to tell me it was ok and people were close minded (hell they even left the church they went to and started their own). They were great parents.

That being said the surrounding area was not. Got bullied in school for being gay, even though I simply was just focused on academics. I wanted an A more than I wanted the D am I right? Hm. It frustrated me because no one even asked and I was straight. This went on from when I was 10 to 17, when I finally graduated and got out of that area. The bullying was intense, from something as simple as name calling to having group projects turned in without my name but slurs on it to getting physically pushed around and shoved.

I went to college and met some cool people. Went to a pride parade as an ally. Started learning about different labels. Proclaimed to be demisexual with a desire for men because I still didn't really have any sexual desire and again, focused on school.

When I was 21 I moved to an entire new area for my job. Met a girl in her 30s who has a kid (12 or 13 at the time I dont remember) who came out as nonbinary and pan. Good for them! The woman was an "ally" except-

Tried forcing me to come out. Many times. Put me in secret uncomfortable situations. Some highlights of things she did were: take me to a gay bar without telling me thats where we were and then paying someone to kiss me and then kept asking if I realized I was gay because I didn't push the person away (I was shocked), after I claimed I was demisexual claimed that I had repressed my sexuality because society inherently tells you to be straight and that I was truly a lesbian, would claim I was a virgin if I never slept with a man because a woman couldn't take that so if i had "religious trauma" and wouldn't sleep with anyone based on keeping virginity i could with a woman and be fine (which I dont have any, my parents formed that church and were all inclusive and its a safe space hell they even organized pride events before the town did), and the worst of all got me drunker then I've ever been to the point I could barely stand and left me with a guy who had a crush on me who kept coming onto me. She talked to him and I saw her wink at him and she left me with this dude who got too handsy if you know what I mean. Nothing under the clothes happened thank God, and really it was my own fault for drinking so much at her place *she had many people over, I actually drank less then other people but still*. I asked why she left me with him and she said she was tired, then later said she wasn't surprised he tried anything and then said "well you're definitely gonna be gay now and not want to be with a man".

I left that area behind as my career progressed and it hit me, damn she was kinda fucked up. Kissed a few people and realized hold on I do have a sexual drive hello, and I dont have to get to know people first to have it?? Not demi then. Cool! Realised that the woman kinda fucked me up. I'm doing therapy which...is ok. But I got on Tumblr and have been on

And I've met some cool people. I've realized huh I guess a straight person doesn't think about boobs and vaginas while they get off. The dicks made sense, but the rest? And it hit me Holy shit im bi?? I think??

In my mind, being LGBT was okay but ME oh no suddenly it was the worst thing in the world. And im realizing its okay for me. Idk why I thought it wasn't except for the intense bullying. One thing that made me realize was everyone on tumblr. Like I said I met some cool people. I havent sent everyone a message because I want to be anonymous still. But you're one of the people who have helped me realize its ok. It is okay for me! So thank you for that. One of your fics really helped when I was first struggling with the realization and...thank you. It may not seem like a big thing to you, but its changed my life.

Thank you so much for sending me this. Like actually truly.

First of all, I’m so sorry for the situation with your ex friend. I can’t stand when people need to push and push to get the reaction THEY want, it sickens me deeply. Im sorry you went through that and I’m so happy you’re in therapy and that you’ve discovered yourself now.

It actually IS big to me when I hear about bisexual people accepting themselves. I don’t talk about it here much but I too grew up in a conservative area. I dropped out of school for bullying, etc but had the opposite story of knowing I was bisexual very young and not knowing how to word it? I just knew it was “bad” and I went to church a lot and I needed to repent for it. So I get that part in a warped way.

I think it gets to me for a very personal reason. There’s this inherent shake when you’ve been made to feel bad about your sexuality that resurfaces at random. I had an ex boyfriend who was obsessed with my sexuality in the opposite way. He was abusive and thought I was cheating constantly with my best friend, would call me a d*ke and a f*g constantly (almost always before some sort of physical abuse) and I was just deeply ashamed of my self, to the point of being biphobic at points.

What I’m getting at here is I came out after we broke up and I expected it to be this dawn of time shit because my family is accepting too! And I remember my mom getting upset and going, “Are you sure this isn’t about your breakup? Are you okay?” And I kind of just wanted to fucking scream. Or the way family members treat it like I’m divulging some sort of sexual secret. My sister coming out as bi years later really helped me. Dating someone who both did not care and didn’t want to sexualize me made it better.

In between all that, I ended up dating a girl who I could tell from the get go doesn’t see me (still now as friends) as “gay enough”. None of my struggle or my problems are the same, none of my fears are warranted, etc. that’s fine. I don’t need suffering to know who I am. What I’m trying to get at is even after years there are still tiny things that eat away at me but I’ve learned coping skills and developed friendships that make me feel so much better. And hearing stories from other people helps so much too. So thank you for telling me yours, it means a lot to me. I know you weren’t asking for a wordy response but I just woke up and I’m a sensitive bitch 😂

I’m sorry for the things you’ve gone through and I wish the world had been kinder to a young you. I’m glad you’re better now and if you ever need to message someone (if you ever choose to not be anon) I’m around ☺️💕

#asks #tw abuse

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madi2112 · 3 months

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Pride at the Capital 2024

Two awesome days with Team Cher

Oh My Goodness! Where to begin? I guess the start is always a good place. I'm just afraid that all my descriptions and accolades about the positive vibes, terrific people and positive work we did as Team Cher will pale in comparison to how I feel about it all.

But I will try.

Day One:

Just one of the many great things is how we gelled as a team considering how random the team selection really was.

The training meeting was held inside the Imax theater at the Challenger Learning Center in Tallahassee. You simply walked in and chose any open place to sit.

Little did we know that all the people in the isle seats (which were already occupied) were actually our team captains!

So after the training on the legislative bills that were being supported and those horrible ones being opposed, we started to break into teams. They then split the row in half and our team was born!

Our team captain then gathered us togather for introductions and the overall game plan.

We were "Team Cher" (which I thought was team SHARE until seeing it on the paperwork later in the day. Lol)

Team Cher was the perfect size 8 of us and a wonderful blend representing almost the entire LGBT spectrum.

We had two older Transwomen (one a translesbian, me!). One still in high-school transwoman who was just unwillingly outed by Florida's terrible pronoun law. One older gay man, another one in his early 20's. 3 women one NB lesbian. A cisgender lesbian and a cisgender ally. Quite the mix!

It was then time to get the go over the schedule. Get our roles and head over to the capital steps for the group picture.

Each team that visited law makers had 5 roles. The Captain. The Scribe. The Opener. The Closer and the The Storytellers.

I was a Storyteller. No surprise there.

Before we had our first meeting with a lawmaker it was group photo time!

<I'm in there, about 4 rows from the top below the first column to the right of the entrance>

Next up was the Equality Florida press conference in the capital rotunda.

The press conference was every energetic, filled with passion and had great information about the utter garbage the Majority party is trying to pass.

< looking worn out already! 10 hours in and no where near done>

After the press conference it was lunch time (provided by Equality Florida) and planning meetings for our first lawmaker meeting.

The only one of us with prior experience at the capital was our captain, Devon. She was a wealth of information, a tour guide, advisor and calming presence when we got nervous. We couldn't have asked for a better leader.

Our meeting was with Florida Democratic House of Representatives member Susan Valdes.

She was wonderful! She listened to our stories (mine included) told us about her pas being raised in a Cuban-American household and soon our allotted 15 minutes was 40 minutes long!

This was a perfect first stop.

She inspired us and got us energized. I hate to think how the group may have reacted if we had an arrogant, condescending jerk as a first vist. Like we would later.

We then spend the balance of the day dropping off bill information to various lawmakers and the reasons why Equality Florida either opposes or supports them.

We were also trying to get walk up meetings but those were difficult as this session was only a few days old and was very busy.

Exhausted from going up and down the building at least 10 times we decided to do more bonding and planning over drinks and appetizers.

We headed out of the restaurant and back to the Challenger Learning Center for an Equality Florida reception and cocktail party.

One speaker mentioned a small LGBTQ book store called "Commen Grounds" just a few blocks away so we walked over (in the at freezing level temperature) and all made purchases to help out!

An exhausting but fun day with lots more to come on day Two.

~Madison

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antique-symbolism · 3 years

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So I know you’re on social media break when I am sending this, but I wanted to ask anyway.

How did you pick/acquire your therapist(s)? I thought a thing was just a “short term/situational fuck me up” seems to be very much not so. I’ve been vaguely considering therapy for a while and am starting to put some more thought into it

Hey I hope this hasn't been sitting too long and you get a chance to see it now that I'm back! I searched for therapists in my area through Psychology Today and read the bios that listed their specialties, areas of expertise, methods of treatment etc. I specifically chose my current therapist because of the following things on her list:

*Specialties in the areas I was struggling in and in the treatments known to be effective for them *She's younger and also still a resident, which in my mind usually translates to someone who I can relate to more and is more flexible with their methodology (turns out, she is!) *The website has a list of communities that the therapist treats or supports on their profiles. She specifically listed herself as an ally to the LGBT+ community and an ally for racial justice. A lot of what I wanted to talk about was the stress of living in an unjust society and how I relate to that, and this was a great green flag that she would be able to understand the baseline I was working from (turns out, she can!)

If you start seeing a therapist and it feels like they're not on the same page as you or not the right fit, it's both acceptable and in fact professionally expected that you say "this isn't working out, I'm gonna find someone else" so don't feel you have to settle for somebody who isn't clicking! Before I found the fantastic therapist I mention above, I did a session or two with a therapist who told me it was her policy not to let clients know her political views. While I respect that policy, I knew I couldn't personally work with it under the circumstances that brought me to her, so I went back to my search.

Also, if you're in a position where it's logistically and financially feasible for you, you can have multiple therapists. I'm considering finding a therapist specifically for my OCD while my current one continues to help me with other important things, and my current therapist is 100% understanding and supportive of that idea. Good luck. You deserve to find an amazing therapist who can help you heal.

#oh and anon feel free to pm me if you want #I'm guessing you're on anon for medical privacy reasons #but if you'd be okay with letting me know who you are we can talk more!#or you can send more anon asks that is 100% okay too :)

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demi-ro-demi · 4 years

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My Awkward First "Romance"

I'm pretty sure I've mentioned before I was bullied pretty heavily in high school and I'm also asexual. Needless to say there were a lot of factors that delayed my dating experience.

I wont go into much detail, but my thought was that my asexuality was caused by my experience in school, and that nobody actually felt those feelings until they went through a transition period I liked to call "the puppy love phase" and that because I didn't go through it, my only option was to find a guy willing to wait until marriage for religious reasons, which is what may parents told me. I am not religious. I'm not against dating religious people, but the few times I've tried religion came up on the first date, and every single time he wanted to "save" me. My parents think I will have a lot in common with a nice religious boy, because religious men are so notoriously sex positive feminist lgbt+/allies. What could go wrong with a religious man and a passionately autonomous woman.

So the first and last relationship I was in was okay. I stayed with him because he was "nice" when in reality he was just non confrontational unassuming and not someone I percieved as at all threatening. He wasn't compassionate and understanding, just friendly and polite, and my family loved him for it.

It started out online on PoF (which I don't use anymore and wont until they allow bi/pan options). After meeting my fair share of thirsty suitors I was just about through. Most men were "sex positive", but expected a woman who decided she owned her body to put out on the first date, because what reason other than religion would keep a woman from giving her body to a man. Then I met this guy who was sincere and genuine, thought naive little me.

Honestly in text he was quite charming. And in person he was actually kind of handsome. But, I felt nothing when meeting him no spark no butterflies. I just didn't like him and honestly I was begging any gods that would listen that he wouldn't try to kiss me at the end of the date.

So obviously after that we were through. Just kidding! This went on for three months.

First red light was on the first date. Aside from the fact that I was not attracted to him even romantically. He asks the dreaded online dating question.

"How does a girl like you need a dating app"

There is no right answer. It's a diagnostic question "how bad is it" "how crazy are you" "what is your baggage". Its toxic annoying and speaks volumes of the askers insecurity. I decided to answer briefly, but honestly. When I meet people they usually want sex early on, so it's easier to figure out what people expect from a relationship if they spell it out on a dating app.

So I went home and my parents asked how it went and I told them about him, and that he was handsome and that he was nice. They were too thrilled that this boy "checked all the boxes" to hear me when I said I didn't really like him. Its was about a week until he showed up at my work as a romantic gesture. It would have been creepy if he wasn't a chill guy and I didn't work in the public space, but still I didn't like him and I had a lot of work to do, so it wasn't exactly welcome.

3 weeks in he met my family I was planning to break up the, but I felt so guilty he was so "nice" my family loved him and he was cute. I really didn't have what I felt was a legitimate reason to break up with him. So I went along for another month. We'd kissed a few times, he always tried to get tongue involved, but I wouldn't let him, and the topic of sex came up so I decided to tell him what I thought at the time was the whole story. Due to my class my parents recent divorce and my fractured relationship with my mother, I didn't like affection from anyone, it made me uncomfortable, and if I was going to get to a point where I was, I'd need a lot of time.

"I can't be your therapist" he said.

And I agreed with him.

After all I've gone through after telling him I'm uncomfortable and exposing everything. He still couldn't see passed his disappointment that he couldn't get it yet, and I SYMPATHIZED with him. I changed I became more attentive I let him touch my breasts, even though I didn't want to. He made me sit in his lap IN FRONT OF MY SISTERS, and my family STILL thought he was cute. He told me he loved me a month in and pressured me to say it back. I felt trapped.

It all came to a head when I told him I was getting a puppy (long time dream of mine, and he knew it) and he got jealous. He texted me non stop at work and my coworker and good friend told him to knock it off. She told him everything he did to me that was out of line. He went off on me over text. He told me our relationship was private, and that I shouldn't have told my friend that he said he loved me. He said "I don't think we can do this anymore" and oh my god the relief. I sent him a very not nasty break up text in return, and he backpedaled and stupid stupid me still believed I owed him a chance.

We fought that night over text, I felt bad and called him. If we were going to argue it should be with our own voices. I told him that my parents fought and went to bed angry and I didn't want that for us. You know. The relationship a tricked myself into believing I wanted. He hung up. The next morning he texted me and told me he didn't go to be angry and honestly, I was so pissed in that moment. He knew last night no matter how late that he wasn't angry anymore, but let ME believe he was.

I was finally done. We went shopping for puppy supplies and he asked if the puppy was going to get affection from me. I said yes, I intended to mother him a little. Come one it's a puppy. He was not happy. Rough with the breaks the door and when he put the shopping cart away he practically threw it. That was the first time I was ever afraid of him. I didn't want to get back in the car. I told him a friend wanted to meet me down the block, and I knew he needed to go back to work. So he left I called a friend to pick me up. I broke up with him over text and never told my parents about his outbursts that day.

Anyways here's the baby, he's actually 3 in this pic

#asexuel #romance

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pretty-little-psych0 · 4 years

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It's Dragon Age day still in the U.S., so HAPPY DRAGON AGE DAY! This series means so much to me, I'm not even sure I truly comprehend it. DA2 and Inquisition, specifically. I was in high school when DA2 came out. I was gifted it for Christmas and I'd seen the trailer for it beforehand and I was super excited to play. Little did I know just how deep this series would worm its way into my heart. I cried when my Hawke lost his mother. Especially because my own family has been though so much, I still cry when thinking about the possibility of my mom just suddenly being gone. I loved Anders and his fight for his fellow mages. As a freshly out-of-the-closet teen, I applied much of this storyline to modern day LGBT stuff. Like, at 16-17 years old, I could see my Community easily ending up in situations like the mages in Dragon Age if certain people became elected. Maybe that's silly of me, idk 🤷‍♂️. Jumping ahead to Inquisition, this game couldn't have been released at a better time in my life. I had just moved to the next state over after living with my grandparents for a year and three months, to the day, my favorite band had dropped their new album the same day as Inquisition's release, and I was FINALLY able to start healing from my parents divorce. Even on the Xbox 360, I was amazed at the graphics and the new customization options. That's my favorite thing of any game I've played. Give. Me. Customization options. Choices, Characters I can identify with, the whole nine. I LOVE stimulating games that provoke emotion and deep thought. Inquisition had all of that. My first character was a female qunari saarabas named Maleficent (#obsessed) and when Cullen have his speech to the allied mages during the attack on Haven... 😍 I was so emotional, I almost cried lol. But, what really got me crying in the club was everyone singing to your Inquisitor in the aftermath. I love most of the soundtrack. And the tavern songs? Bops. All of them. I know it's likely gonna be 2022 (unless a miracle or two occurs) by the time we actually get DA4, but I'll happily wait it out! The pictures I've attached are my favorite characters. First and foremost is Flemeth. I just love her so much. From Origins to Inquisition, she's absolutely been my favorite. I think a lot of her advice also kind of applies to today's political climate. Particularly her advice from DA2, "We stand upon the precipice of change. The world fears the inevitable plummet into the abyss. Watch for that moment. And when it comes, do not hesitate to leap! It is only when you fall that you learn whether you can fly!"

Then there's Morrigan. I like Morrigan because she's kinda like me. I'm a Witch in my everyday life, and I love learning about magical history and the things most have forgotten or stopped caring about. So to see a character who is kind of the same, she knows so much magical lore and wants to protect the older magicks as best she can, regardless of how feared they might be in her present day; it's something I gravitate towards and I really respect her for that.

Cassandra is just awesome. In DA2 and most of Act 1 of Inquisition, we see her as this, like, brick shit house; doing what it takes to get stuff done while taking no BS from either side. But when you talk to her, she's so unsure of things. But, she still has her faith. I think that's definitely important, no matter who you are, that you have something or someone to believe in and maybe let guide you on your path in life.

Dorian. Good God, I love Dorian. The relationship with Dorian is similar to the one I have with my boyfriend. My boyfriend was so used to the typical hook-up culture that's infiltrated and (in my opinion) contaminated the gay community, specifically, that I had to teach him how to be a boyfriend, not just a lover. So my Inquisitor's relationship with Dorian ALWAYS goes on for the entirety of the game. No FWB, no "just for fun". I'm an "all or none" kind of dude. Also, that mustache? Daaammmnn 😍

I'm all about that #ApostateLife, but I do like Vivienne, especially because even though she comes off as this conservative, frigid bitch, she does show a softer side to her once in a blue moon (i.e. Duke Bastien's death). I also love the way she reads people to filth because it's so eloquent, you almost don't realize she's actually just committed character assassination.

Solas is one of my favorite characters for one main reason, and that's his uniqueness. Even before we find out his true identity, he's still the only mage we've encountered in all three games that has such a deep understanding of the Fade. I hope we learn more about the real elven history in DA4 because the tidbits Solas gives at the end of Trespasser are just not enough. I. Need. DETAILS! As for the Solas romance, even now knowing he's the Dread Wolf, we deserved better than just "oops, this isn't working, peace!". Like, we've all had a break-up like that and it hurts because you don't get any closure from it, no real reason why they left. And again, even knowing he's a "bad guy", OUR LAVELLANS DESERVED BETTER! But, that's also what makes him such a good character, to me. The fact that he elicited that reaction, that emotion, from me.

The Inquisitor. Regardless of whether it's Trevelyan, Lavellan, Cadash, or Adaar, my favorite line of theirs is from Trespasser: "Shit! Damn it! We save Fereldan and they're angry. We save Orlais and they're angry. We close the Breach TWICE and my own hand wants to kill me. Could one thing in this fucking world just stay fixed?!" I love it. Especially in the British female voice. I also absolutely LOVE telling off the Exalted Council. Whether I'm disbanding the Inquisition or not, these mofos almost don't seem to care that I saved their lives AGAIN, (and at the cost of my Anchor arm!) just that I won't ask "how high" when they say "jump".

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[+] and it's got me really thinking. but i've been having issues because my best friend couldn't accept and she refused to call me my desired name (which im planning on changing because it doesn't suit me). i've tried explaining. it doesn't make me feel better that they misgender my boyfriend all the time, even my best friend. and i feel like if she can't accept me, who will? i feel lost and unsure and i've cried so much and i just don't know what to do. i need advice.

Genderwise, the best way to figure out who you are is by experimenting (which it sounds like you’ve had a decent start with), ex: using he/him pronouns (as you mentioned), identifying which words don’t sound right to describe yourself (like knowing that you hate being called a girl). When I first started exploring my own gender experience (waaaaaay before I was ready to ask for a binder), I stopped wearing a bra and started layering tanks under whichever shirt I was wearing that day, topped with some kind of jacket/flannel/collared shirt/etc to help hide my chest. I also had my hair cut just above the shoulders (to start with), and started browsing different identities around LGBT+ blogs/pages, which eventually graduated to cutting my hair down to resemble a young Christian Slater (inspired by my still huge Heathers movie obsession), and using my then nickname as my actual name (which is still my current name), and finally asking my mom to allow me to order a binder (which she graciously did, once she was sure it was safe). I also went through a variation of terms before I came to find that genderflux guy was the best fit to describe my gender.

As for your best friend there’s really not much you can do, apart from talking to her and telling her how it feels for you to have yourself (and your boyfriend) being misgendered, as you mentioned she does. Especially if you (knowing her however well you do) feel like she’s simply unwilling to change what she calls you. I have a grandmother (who’s super religious) who’s basically told my mom that she doesn’t want to call me Skully because it’s “dark” and “evil”, etc., and (separately) has made it known to both of us how she believes that I’ll “always be a girl because of DNA, no matter how I dress”. My mom also has an asshole friend who will refuse to call me my chosen name and has, evidently, resorted to just not really calling me anything (or even talking to me, (lol good riddance) ) because of the fights my mom’s had with him over the matter.

Any who, what I’m getting at here is that it will definitely seem at times that no one could ever accept you or even view you as who you are, buuuut that you’ll (in time) come to know another lot of people who will accept and support you just the way you are.

On top of other people, like who I’ve mentioned, I’ve had the very most positive experience with my best friend and his mom, who has even become better than my mom at remembering my name & pronouns even when my mom slips up right to her. ( ex • My mom: “we really appreciate you having her over!” Friend’s mom: “oh of course, he’s like my other kid!”)

As well as an old friend of my grandmother’s who is apparently a MAAAJOR trans ally, and even made sure that my mom was allowing me to express myself how I needed to and telling her how important it was to address me how I ask to be. (Not that my mom wasn’t, just making sure that the message got across)

You may not know very many of us now, but there is always gonna be a WHOLE community of people who are in a similar situation, as well as people who are simply just completely supportive and accepting of you. 💞

(I also hope you don’t mind that only the second part of your asks got posted, I’m still not quite sure how to post asks as 2 parts)

- Skully 💀

#misgendering #two part ask #anonymous #swearing

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