#Queer Asian

[heartrender6]

happy pride month to:

AAPI queers who never get clocked as queer or get surprised reactions to people finding out you're queer

AAPI queers who have no AAPI queer spaces

AAPI queers who feel like they have to choose between AAPI culture and queer culture

AAPI queers who are alienated from AAPI spaces

AAPI queers who are alienated from queer spaces

AAPI queers who are swept under the rug

AAPI queers in the closet

AAPI queers out of the closet

AAPI queers who white queers refuse to date or even acknowledge

AAPI queers who are constantly fetishized

AAPI queers who live in America

AAPI queers who don't live in America

AAPI queers who live in countries where you can’t be openly queer

AAPI trans and aspec people

AAPI queers who are neurodivergent

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH TO AAPI QUEERS

#bishangzoy #pride #pride month #aapi #queer asian

[janaknandini-singh999]

Being a desi sapphic is like hMmM wHaT is iT gOnNa bE ✨today✨?

*mere sapno ki rani kab aayegi tu uwu* yearny?? or *ek ladki ko dekha toh aisa laga* kinda cute lil crush???? or *jab bhi main koi ladki dekhu* simping bitch????? or *BACHNAA AE HASEEEENOO* gay hoe

#desiblr #desi things #desi culture #desi aesthetic #desi dark academia #desi tag #desi memes #desi wlw #desi sapphic #desi queer #desi relatable #desi girls #wlw love #desi lgbt #pride #indian lesbians #queer asian #lgbt india #lgbtq #indian lgbt #bollywood memes #gay indian #desi shit posting #sapphic #indian lesbian #lesbian #queer india #wlw memes #desi lesbian #queer

[whoatemyshoe]

Rina Sawayama training for her role as ‘Akira’ in ‘John Wick: Chapter 4‘.

#rina sawayama #john wick #john wick chapter 4 #stunt training #stunts #action #queer artists #queer singers #queer musicians #queer asian #ok the last pic is a placeholder cause i wanted it to be a 6 image grid #she's wearing her Bad Friend merch and that's so cute of her #also the last gif she looks so bad ass? #the first 2 gifs her face is just like >:c #plssssss #my gifs

[yourdailyqueer]

Daigo Matsuura (deceased)

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Gay

DOB: 3 October 1969 

Ethnicity: Japanese

Occupation: Politician (Independent), journalist

#Daigo Matsuura #queer asian #lgbt asian #bipoc #lgbt #queerness #lgbtq #mlm #qpoc #male #gay #1969 #asian #poc #japanese #politician #journalist

[superknovamusic]

Literally never saw trans (or even queer) ppl who looked like me growing up. Thankful for all the visible AAPI QT people being their loud and proud selves 🏳️‍⚧️

#aapi month #queer Asian #trans girl #superknova #aapihm

[lotus-duckies]

Brb going to cry about this photo for the rest of my life

#asian american pacific islander heritage month #queer asian #queer asian american history #its the sa pag-mahal ng babae that really sent me #pride #lesbian #gay

[gaymeangirls]

Gay Mean Girls 2

When student journalist Savannah Lin becomes embroiled in the complicated dynamics of a community arts "safe space", she must choose between protecting her community or the integrity of her voice in the wake of a betrayal.

#gay mean girls #corruption #safe space #queer film #queer asian #web series #chosen family #qpoc

[moonlightsapphic]

In my early twenties now and quickly learning that millennials who once claimed that they’re rebelling against desi societal norms and never getting married unless they find the truest love are ... absolute traitors. The NUMBER of people in their late twenties that have jumped into an arranged marriage since pandemic restrictions loosened up in 2021—Sir/ma’am don’t get me wrong I am happy for you but I am also shook at your betrayal.

The reason this upsets me is these weddings are regarded as a huge celebration of romantic love—when actual “love” is an experience much further down the line for most of these couples. They were simply set up by family and are usually barely acquainted by the time they’re wedded BUT believe each other to be a good fit and are committing to married life. Which in and of itself is beautiful—but it’s not love (yet).

You know what’s love? The bond between me and my long-term girlfriend, the long-distance, closeted adult relationship that we have worked on and worked on and worked on to nurture through so much awful homophobia and resistance. We are yet another queer couple among hundreds in South Asia who might end up having to live in hiding while our parents pester us and eventually emotionally blackmail us into getting into cisheterosexual marriages we don’t want.

I just find it so hypocritical that desi families will celebrate arranged (even coerced) weddings so extravagantly, while also actively sabotaging the relationships and agency their sons and daughters truly wanted.

And cisheterosexual millennials will never understand that struggle in the same way. I’m just distraught because I thought they would help pave the way for the rest of us (not because they owe it to us, of course, but because they claimed they would), if even a little bit. Instead, I’ve watched many Apus and Bhaiyas I once respected ending up projecting their own positive traditional experiences on younger people who never asked for it.

#wlw #sapphic #gay #lesbian #queer #lgbtq pride #girls who love girls #queer bipoc #queer asian #queer desi #desi queer #desi tag #queer poc #queer bengali #bengali #india #pakistan #bangladesh #queer south asian #south asian #asian #asia #south asia #indian subcontinent #mlm #achillean #love is love #interfaith #lgbt #bisexual

[piononostalgia]

Musmé, Sino-Cuban Drag Queen and Singer

#musmé #madame musmé #cuba #china #drag queen #drag #sino cuban #chinese cuban #asian latino #queer history #gay history #transformista #trans history #queer caribbean #art #arte #queer asian #arte latinoamericano #caribbean #latin american art #caribbean art #caribbean artist #caribeño #antillano #latino artist #antillana #singer #cabaret #performance #performer

[the-little-robyn]

This year is my first ever celebrating pride month with my new name.

Robyn is not my birthname, instead it is my chosen name. I've been going by Robyn since december 2021 and i couldn't be happier embracing myself with my new name.

Unfortunately, i haven't change my birthname so, my birthname is still my legal name and technically i still have to use it for legal reasons. But having a few family members and people online calling me by my chosen name gives me so much joy and i hope that someday i will change it so will be legally known as Robyn and can use it full time.

I'll be starting college soon and i hope i can introduce myself as Robyn to new people disguising it as a nickname. My country is very against LGBTQ+ people so i have to be careful but i hope i can pull it off.

Thank you, everyone for reffering me as Robyn. It means so much to me. I love you ❤❤❤

-Robyn

#pride month #pride 2022 #queer #gender queer #chosen name #lgbtq #queer asian

[fyeahtimwalker]

Rina Sawayama by Tim Walker for Vogue UK, July 2023 edition

Styled by Kate Phelan. Set design by Miguel Bento.

Behind the scenes with set designer Miguel Bento and photographer's assistant Antonio Perricone.

#rina sawayama #tim walker #british vogue #vogue uk #vogue #fashion photography #editorial #fashion #british photographer #miguel bento #kate phelan #antonio perricone #ali pirzadeh #queer artist #pride month #july 2023 #2023 #queer woc #queer musician #queer asian #british asian

[janaknandini-singh999]

Chapter 3:

"Oye, Shlokaa! Villu's saying that there are wayy more people here today than there were during the shaadi. I mean, of course the food is better and it just proves that we all attend like besharam to only eat! Anyway, I'll just greet them with Vilasini and apologize for not being present on the wedding. We'll back, k?" Aditi nudged Shlokaa's shoulder with two fingers, an old loving gesture of theirs, and then dragged Vilasini who was laughing with some other aunty.

"Sure." Shlokaa replied, in between chugging her mocktail. Her thoughts were still swirling over the last day's events when she had travelled the whole city like a tourist with Vilasini. For someone who has lived in one place her whole life, Shlokaa had to anxiously google all places of attraction just in case she left anything. But in the end - "screw it", she just visited two to three main places and then went with the flow carrying them wherever the wind went, while Vilasini asked random strangers their experiences and places they'd recommend.

"But.. we have google maps and reviews." Shlokaa said.

"Meri jaan, logo ke dil ki jo memories hoti hain woh internet pe nahi milti. I asked them their favourite places, not a five star hotel." Vilasini chuckled.

Shlokaa had smiled, so they really couldn't help but go with the flow - even though she couldn't quite understand what Vilasini said in the beginning. Now, Shlokaa' hindi was a little weak (the beginning of her childhood years she had spent abroad and now the westernized accent and language wasn't leaving her) and Vilasini's was surprisingly good for a South Indian.

Meri- what?

What had she called her?

She'd ask her someday.

Suddenly, Vilasini had excitedly pointed at something. "Would you LOOK at that beautiful sunset?" Shlokaa had turned her head ahead. It was definitely beautiful. She had spent years in this city, seen countless of these sunsets but it was as if Vilasini's presence just brightened and heightened every part of existence around. Everything was the same old thing yet so different. Like a rebirth.

Vilasini then had grabbed her hand and sprinted to an ice cream stall as they had watched the sunset while eating ice cream together.

"Heyo, cutie Buttercup." Shlokaa was knocked into reality from her reverie, coming back into the reception. She turned around. Only one person called her that.

"Manika." Shlokaa nodded slowly

Manika gestured her champagne glass into a raising a toast position, then advanced towards her friend, so smoothly as if gliding. She was wearing a sparkling black sari, looking as deviously enchanting as ever. Her deep green bangles clanking as she moved, her magnificent chandelier earrings swaying and nath glinting in the dark as mischievously as her, her siren eyes contrasting with her rosy face, her skinny figure contrasting with her wide hips. She was a sea of contradictions but it suited her well, guys would lay down their lives for her.

"What a pleasure to see the local baddie here!" Manika hooked her arms with Shlokaa's. "Thank God, I would've been bored to death here if it weren't for you, honey. After all, I can't mingle with all the oldies and kids and weirdos.. unlike that damn lesbian."

Shlokaa's heart stopped briefly. Her breathing shook. Her gaze toppled. A hot flower bloomed inside and instantly shed its petals on her heart but instead of petals landing softly, it was like mines dropping and exploding. A cold knife plunged right across her gut. She was blinded - all she could see was darkness.

"Who?" It was like Shlokaa wasn't even speaking, someone else in her body was.

"Vilasini. Ew. I don't even wanna take her name." And Shlokaa ran. Ran forward with all her might in heavy, painful but very fast steps.

"That's right, darling. Show her what happens when anomalies mess up good ambience." Manika scoffed

But as soon as Shlokaa saw Vilasini, she froze. All her running but time was slowed down on seeing her. It was happening again. All over again. Vilasini, surprised but happy at seeing Shlokaa just smiled and waved her to come join. Vilasini, in her warm fire coloured salwar and chaand baaliya, standing next to Aditi in her silver sari. They were all picture perfect. Until they weren't.

Shlokaa dragged Vilasini in a corner, not too much away from the crowd but not too near either. "Kya hua, meri pyaari-" Vilasini started and suddenly Shlokaa slapped her, sharply right across her face. A small echo rung across the entire field for a moment. Some abruptly stopped talking and stared at them, some continued - not caring and mumbling "arey kya kare bacche toh ladte rehte hain." Vilasini almost tripped from the shock. Her automatic expression was to smile but she was finding it hard to do it right now, still she managed. "Shlokaa, is everythi-"

Another slap, a harder one. A punch probably, Vilasini couldn't tell because she blanked and fell down hard this time, tumbling on the grass as it sloped. She softly put a finger on her face, the corner of her mouth twitching as she realized her upper lip bleeding slightly, her salwar torn a little bit at its neck. Her eyes were swelling with tears too now, she had tried to withhold them but the pain was too much.

"Are you.. are you into girls?" She almost slapped the question on Vilasini as well, the heat rushing back into her because of.... God knows WHAT? She had just slapped this girl, thinking it'll kill the heat coz she thought it was caused by shame and anger but-!?

"Is this all--!?? how could you.. I... listen carefully, Shlokaa. I don't care for you in that manner. Better get that inside. your. head." Vilasini hissed.

Shlokaa had seen many angry people in her life, in fact she loved imagining and making up scenarios of situations and people in different emotions. But she found it impossible to picture Vilasini furious. And now that she was, it was.. something else entirely. Nothing objectively aggressive like she had observed of other people. This. It tugged something so much at her and she lost complete control of her senses, freezing again. She didn't know what to say. "So, you only care about girls you're.. into?"

"What. the. HELL is wrong with YOU!? Have you gone MAD??? Do you even know what you're blabbering on about?" Vilasini's voice cracked

And so did Shlokaa's heart, just the littlest bit. "Nice" she thought. She thought her heart must've been lomg destroyed by now but cracking meant it still existed. But she had been thinking so wrong all this time. Her insides jumped and screamed at her, she wanted to move fast, just do something. Anything. But the last time she did that, which was just now - she had ended up slapping someone.

"Villu-- VILASINI!!! ARE YOU OK?! OH GOD. WHAT HAPPENED??" Aditi came scrambling and helped Vilasini to her feet, who groaned just a bit at being lifted. She had fallen and shifted her weight on her elbow too it seemed because it hurt as she moved it.

"Nothing," Vilasini smiled.

She did it.

She finally managed to smile even in a situation like this one. Even though it was a little painful because of the cut on her lip.

Shlokaa had wanted her to fight back, hit her, get even, then forgive. Not smile like this. Because it hurt more than anything physical ever could.

Vilasini's voice quietly thundered

"Looks like your friend is done with my energy. She's used hers up showing me the city so her duty is done anyway. Maybe she just didn't like my face after all? Why else would you do this to an otherwise pretty one? But guess what, I didn't like her either. Tell her I don't want to see her stupid, smug face. ever. again."

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Vilasini sighed on the railway station bench late at night and checked her watch. She was leaving. And it was now or never. The reason she had stayed longer in this city was also ironically the reason she was doing this tonight. She hadn't even told Aditi about it. She'd tell as soon as she would reach home, she'd apologize, her cousin would understand. She could feel her eyes moisting again. She was so tired.

A hoot. She got up, dusted herself off and walked away, looking back one last time towards the city lights as she boarded. She couldn't get herself to walk inside right away for some reason so she stepped and lingered at the door. Suddenly, the train started moving so she headed inside.

"VILASINI!"

"Shlokaa?" She couldn't believe her ears

But here she was, running to her, running with the train. In the same outfit she had been wearing in the reception. Night sky deep blue lehenga and anklets twinkling with her sad eyes, kajal smudging everywhere.

"Have you been crying?" Vilasini whispered

"I should ask that to you. You look-"

"Not again. So, you really are a mad girl.

Vilasini couldn't believe any of the last two days that took place, everything happened so fast. But she ached so much, she wasn't even sure if she was paining because of herself or because of her. Why would she bother to for someone who had made a place in her heart so quickly but devastated it just as quickly?

"Please forgive me." Shlokaa pleaded, the city lights flashing in her eyes, running faster as the train did, almost tripping, Vilasini's heart skipped.

But then she did it. She didn't slap her or hit her. But she pushed her. Ever so gently that you couldn't even call it a push. Just a touch with her palm and a soft push. Shlokaa lost her grip, tripped and went swirling onto the railway platform but regained balance soon.

She didn't even fall or face any injury. She heaved slowly, standing frozen on her spot as she saw the train slowly going out of view now.

#desi aesthetic #desi tag #desiblr #desi #desi culture #desi stuff #desi academia #just desi things #desi wlw #desi sapphic #desi queer #queer desi #indian queer #desi lgbt #indian lgbt #lgbtq #queer bollywood #queer india #gay india #queer asian #indian lesbian #queer #lgbt india #pride #sapphic #desi lesbian #fanfic #drabble #saptiya series #drabbles

[yourlocalshapeshifter]

Me as Hamlet: “O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have no legal rights”

Me as GenZ Hamlet on tumblr: “god made me queer and an immigrant because if my legal status went unchecked I would have bested him in hand to hand combat by age 16”

#pride month following AAPI month is just a two month celebration of awesomeness for queer asians #queer and asian #gaysian #pride month #aapi month #hamlet #immigrants we get the job done #immigrants #queer asian #systematic racism #systematic xenophobia #xenophobia

[dish-boy]

There really is something about being the queer mentally ill child of immigrant parents that makes it so that I can’t seem to be able to connect with my white queer friends. The cultural significance of family and my inability to break ties with them, the conformist mentality that my parents were forced to grow up with all influences how I interact with my identity. It’s like I love my parents on a conceptual level but I can’t stand being around them most of the time.

#queer community #queer asian #bisexual #bisexual asian #non binary #asian non binary #second generation immigrant #generational trauma #mental health and disorders

[superknovamusic]

#queer asian #genderfluid #trans girl #superknova #superknovamusic

[ramyeongif]

Opened up to someone and shared my thoughts on eeaao and she went out of her way to absolutely trash it, calling it over exaggerated and dumb and just over the top and meaningless.

I...

Speechless because we don't have to agree. But this being still one of the few Queer Asian representation in any media is still important to me. Not to mention that she's written to be neurodivergent, but consistent with age and race, probably never had access to a diagnosis nor even thought of even getting one because she was too busy surviving otherwise.

So. It's okay to dislike a movie. It wasn't okay to hear just how important it was to me and shit over it like the importance to me was wrong and only your artistic interpretation was correct.

#Everything everywhere all at once #Eeaao #queer asian #Asian #neurodivergent