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dyke-a-saur · 3 years
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Seeing as how I have literally no Tekken mutuals, no one will care but
Was anyone gonna tell me that Lili is moving in with Asuka at the end of T7??? Like as in full-on roommates? 
Like this femme really just said, “I’m fuckin’ tired of waiting for you to get your head out your ass and realize that I’ve flirting with you for 5+ games. So I’m moving in.”
Expect a 500k enemies-to-roommates-lovers fic by the end of the week cause I can’t take it anymore!
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dyke-a-saur · 3 years
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I've been trying to get into GNC sapphic history, specifically Butch lesbian history, after reading Stone Butch Blues by Leslie Feinberg. Hir writing was amazing and I left the story heartbroken, yet hopefully at the same time. 
(In the story, I left with a better understanding of our music as well. Seriously, listening to Hyperfine by G Flip, One Bad Night and Feelings by Hayley Kiyoko hits different when you read this story.)
But I also left it with an urge to learn more about the time. Through hir own tale of gender nonconformity and trauma, I got to build a complex understanding of my own relationship to gender and the history of gender nonconformity in the U.S. I think there's this negative sentiment by some members of the queer community, TERFs, and cishets in general that think the “new” perspectives on gender are thought up by kids who don't know what the older generation had to go through.
But dysphoria and the recognition of gender as a spectrum has existed long before anyone had the English words for it. And our own Butch elders experienced and toed this line their whole lives in a world that punished them for it. They knew it was okay to not have exact words for where you fit, to feel ostracized from other communities under the umbrella of LGBTQ+, and to wonder if they were being themselves or being pressured by the world to change.
I would boldly say the butches of the 60s and 80s were being themselves. In a world where stepping outside the cishet white male boundary was dangerous, they said “fuck it” and tried their best to live their lives even at the expense of acceptance from their own communities.
In the face of ugly words like, “bulld*gger,” “bulld*ke,” and “he-she,” they took those and made them their own. In the face of male insecurity, they shined even brighter. In the horrors of being busted, they shouldered it as best they could. They threw the first punches, provided love and safety, and formed a pillar in our communities that would stand even after the attacks of dangerous queerphobia.
Their stories still run through us today, and I'm proud to share in it. To all the stone butches of today and back then: I thank you and see you. I see your resolve to never be hurt again, the walls that went up inside you, and the struggle to be vulnerable after all of it. To all the femmes that melted that stone for inside their butches, that stood up to the cops that hurt us all, that dealt with the pain of not being able to touch them when they needed it: I love you for the sweet strength and love you provided. To all sapphics of the older times, I love you for giving me the power to love myself and heal.
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dyke-a-saur · 3 years
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Woods Adventures Of A Young Butch (Pt. 2)
Went out again yesterday! This time I decided to check out the thickets across from my house. It was really pretty and it had less thorns:
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Then I decided to revisit the statue I found yesterday and leave some gifts for her:
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There was also a pretty brook that I forgot to mention in my last one:
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Anyway, here's how I looked today:
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(Also, I recommend listening to Gaelic folk music while on these kinds of hikes. It hits different)
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dyke-a-saur · 3 years
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Radfems, ladies, c’mere let’s chat:
So banning trans women from domestic violence shelters/sanctuaries/etc. might not be the important crux some of us think it is. For the same reason as the bathroom sitch. 
Stick with me here:
We all know we’re living in a patriarchy.
In a patriarchy, men will often face little or no consequences for committing sexual violence, right? 
Many (not all) of them become emboldened because of this to commit such behaviors without even attempting to adopt sophisticated methods or elaborate deceptions (see here tactics that rapists use to pick out victims: https://bandaid-official.tumblr.com/post/653985305844760576/through-a-rapists-eyes-pls-take-time-to-read)
So, after reading the link which I’m sure you did, it’s statistically, generally, and even dare I say HIGHLY IMPROBABLE for a sexually violent man to go through the trouble of adopting a guise of womanhood for the sole purpose of assaulting women. (note I’m not saying impossible cause fuckers like Jessica Yaniv definitely do exist)
Still following? 
My conclusion is that banning trans women from those spaces won’t do anything to stop men who already want to assault women and already have.
Now that may not be your conclusion, and I am more than happy to hear you out in the notes! 
But note that one, we need to focus more on actually helping women and fighting actual sex-based oppression (like the tax on birth-control, period products, sexual assault, grooming, the porn industry, micro aggressions, the wage gape, female genital mutilation, etc…) rather than worrying about transfemmes who, most likely, get the same amount of flack in public on the sheer basis of being perceived as a woman.
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dyke-a-saur · 3 years
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Cottagecore Butch
Be the Cottagecore Butch you wish to see in the world.
Grab your biggest jeans and most comfy tank. Remove your combat boots and set them aside with your cares.
Follow your love, or yourself out into your garden, porch, front/backyard.
Play some music or sing to yourself.
Sip tea, or coffee, or any type of beverage.
Let the stress wilt away and your boots be overgrown with the weeds and flowers of creativity and peace.
Let dirt streak your jeans and pollen settle on your fingertips (bring your Claritin).
Feel the sun caress your face and call you handsome in it's rays.
Here you are soft, safe, and every bit as masculine as you always are.
Be the Cottagecore Butch you wish to see in the world.
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dyke-a-saur · 3 years
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Enough Pretty Words
Enough Lip-service
Enough Brand Deals
Enough Op-Eds
Enough Glamorous Interviews
Enough Tongue-In-Cheek References To A Sub-textually Queer Character
I want no parts until queer kids in Poland have the hope of being able to safely hold hands in public
Until queer kids in West Africa don’t grow up hating themselves and in fear of their families
Until trans kids here and in the U.K have equal access to trans healthcare.
Until studs and butches all over the world can walk down a street without being harassed by insecure cishet men.
Until people are taught in their history classes, aware and angry at how the U.S government treated it’s own citizens during the AIDS crisis. And how they r/ped and murdured queer people of color and gnc lesbians.
Fuck your rainbow brands, your cute ads, and your specialty lines.
Until queer people are allowed to be people, enough of your corporate shit.
Sincerely, a tired queer.
Happy Pride Motherfuckers.
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dyke-a-saur · 3 years
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“Cancel culture is cancerous and should focus on helping the individual not repeat their offence“
And
“Marginalized groups are not required to shoulder the emotional and mental burden of teaching allies or oppressors why what they did is offensive”
Are two sentences that can absolutely should exist.
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dyke-a-saur · 3 years
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Any of y’all wanna see my random ass story ideas? I dunno, just think maybe some you’d guys would like it.
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dyke-a-saur · 3 years
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Genuine question: Why are so many self-proclaimed TERFs from the U.K? Like, does “the west” not have anything better to do?/lh&g
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dyke-a-saur · 3 years
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Wouldn't it be better if trans women just... Had shelters of their own? Instead of being in shelters for females? (Lmao not an incel I swear) like I think this will benefit both
Lol, don’t worry about it!
There are currently shelters for transgender youth. However, there’s either not enough of them or they don’t have enough funding. In my opinion increasing funding for those shelters and instead cutting funding to shelters for cisgender women and children seems like a better answer.
I’m not entirely opposed to separate shelters, but the reasons often given for banning transgender women from the ones serving cisgender women aren’t found in reality and more so in fear monger ing.
Thanks for the ask! You’re definitely on the right track!
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dyke-a-saur · 3 years
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You Are An Experience. Make Sure You’re A Good One.
Garnet, Steven Universe (1/15/2015)
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dyke-a-saur · 3 years
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Can we not act like people who we have opposing views with are only mouthpieces for that specific way of thinking?
An ideology isn’t someone’s personality. People have hobbies y’know.
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dyke-a-saur · 3 years
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Tell me you've read Stone Butch Blues without telling me you've read Stone Butch Blues. I'll go first.
At gym with my friend who's a lesbian: *ranting uncontrollably about how I completely get why queerphobia has never been and will never be a joke while losing my shit at any dude brave enough to talk to me or my friends*
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dyke-a-saur · 3 years
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You've been visited by the random OC question fairy! :D ~☆
What is your character's motto? If they could sum up all of their experience into one piece of advice, what would it be? 
Thanks so much!
Dhurgan: No pain, No gain!
Hana: Sin first, Say sorry later
Homraz: Don’t look for any redeeming qualities, there are none.
Kulah: Better to be a debtor than to be indebted.
Adit: No I’m not perfect but I’m sexy!
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dyke-a-saur · 3 years
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What even is my tumblr at this point?
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dyke-a-saur · 3 years
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No Questions
(Old poem I found while cleaning up my files)
I was often told,
"Question everything" "Question the culture" "Question that song" "Question your thoughts" "Question your questions" "But never question God."
When it came to me and my mortal nature it was, "Question everything"
When it came to God and my ever precious faith it was, "Question nothing"
To question your creator was to hate him. To question your holy book was to assume superiority. To question your relationship was to end it.
To question, was to reject.
But the day came when a question I could not ignore begged to be asked. I was afraid to turn to the text that had come to symbolize:
No questions No inquiries No asking At all.
I now know, after working out my faith with fear and trembling:
My God is NOT afraid.
Not afraid of my questions Not afraid of my doubts Not afraid of my fear
And NOT afraid of how he made me.
So now, to my church family stuck in the vault of
"No questions, No questions, No questions"
And inflict that same turmoil of "No questions" on others
Who are you to tell me that my searching is rejection?
Who are you to tell me that the wave of love and acceptance I feel from my savior isn't him?
Who are you to interpret how and when my God speaks to me?
And who are you to tell me, that my unique image of God, my father-mother-parent-leader-king-queen, is heresy?
My God, who can make the blind man see, the lame man walk, and created the whole world in just a spoken paragraph, could not make me as I am?
My God, who parted a sea, rose the dead, and turned water into wine, could not expand my desires?
The same Jesus who was tortured beyond human understanding on a tree, died for you and died for me.
The same hands, pierced by nails, already payed my price in full
Without a slaughtered bull
If I am no longer to sacrifice a lamb, then why are you..
Telling me who I am,
telling me who I love,
telling me who I bed and how I bed them?
Our God, Unity, Peace, King of Kings, and our Lioness
Created, in me, two aspects of his nature. Able to be the human he made me.
Our God works beyond our words of man and woman.
He creates people we've no name for. People our own sciences have yet to truly understand. And souls that will last beyond this realm, timeline, and lifetime.
My God didn't make me to believe "No Questions"
He made me to go to him with this humble request:
"Show me more of you."
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