#homophobic slurs

[vaspider]

Pete Buttigieg is just a faggot.

It's very important to me that younger queers understand this: to the people who you're trying to be more respectable for when you say things like neopronouns set the trans movement back or you're why the cishets don't accept us or including [aces/bi people with the 'wrong kind' of partners/non-binary people/kinksters/non-passing trans ppl/furries/polyam people] just hurts us, can't you wait until we get all our rights before we talk about some of yours? -- to those people? Pete Buttigieg is just a fag.

On Sunday at Pride Northwest, some kids -- late teens, early 20s -- asked what our button I survived Reagan for this? meant. All of the queer adults at the tables making up our ad hoc counter looked at each other and sighed a little. Emet and another adult started to explain the way that the Reagan Administration handled -- or didn't handle -- the beginning of the AIDS crisis. How many people died. How much we were ignored. The Ashes Action. The Time Magazine article which explicitly blamed bisexual men for passing the pandemic to the cishet community, playing on all the worst stereotypical bullshit. The way that even when the CDC started paying attention, they were so focused on gay men that they ignored AIDS in the lesbian community, leading to the "women don't get AIDS, they just die from it" poster. And so on.

I finished counting out change and passed the last Bear Pride raised fist pin over to a bear a little older than me, then turned my head and interjected, "they didn't care until it started infecting more than just the fags." I turned my head back and handed him his change. He laughed bitterly and said, "remember when they called it 'gay cancer?'"

That what I need you to understand. The people for whom you are folding yourself into smaller and smaller boxes will never see you as anything but a freak. A queer. A dyke. A tranny. A fag.

Never.

These are people who will stand by and let you wither away and die alone, gasping for breath in a cinderblock room, and not even claim your ashes, and they will say you deserve it, because of your lifestyle. If they speak of you at all it will be by the wrong name, with the pictures you hate the most. They will curse at your lover, throw him out of the home you shared, and steal the gift you gave last Christmas to throw it in the trash just so he can't have it and they'll say Jesus loves you! while they do it. They'll feel good and righteous and blessed and holy and pure for doing it.

And for them, you spit in the eye of your sister. For them, you disavow your sibling. For their sake, you trim away bits of your heart and lace yourself up tight. Never too loud. Never too queer. Never inconvenient or embarrassing, never asking for too much.

Pete Buttigieg is what happens when your Boomer dad turns out gay. Middle America. Parents still married. Suburban-sprouted. Valedictorian. Harvard-educated. Rhodes Scholarship. Military service. More power to him: I hope he and Chasten are very happy together. Genuinely, I do.

You couldn't create a more respectable gay if you grew one in a lab run by concerned voter focus groups.

But Pete Buttigieg? Is just a fag.

That's the part you don't seem to get: when they abandoned us, they abandoned all of us. Rock Hudson was a beloved movie star and even personally friendly with that horrid pair of ambitious jackals. Nancy Reagan refused to help him get into the only place in the world that could treat him at the time, and he died.

It was 1985, 4 years after the CDC first released papers on what would eventually become known as HIV/AIDS and 7 years after the first known death from an infection from HIV-2. Reagan hadn't even said the word AIDS by the time Hudson died.

Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, and so am I. Unless I'm a dyke, which seems to depend on who's yelling what from which window and what day it is.

Yes, there will be people who genuinely love and accept you. Those people are worth all the frustration of the rest, thankfully, and they're the ones who love you in a pup mask or a leather harness and a neon jock like the ones sold by the men up the row from us last weekend. They're the ones who laugh out loud when you tell them you hid the word "dyke" in your company name, the ones who love you in all your messiness and uncertainty and the way you don't fit into neat boxes all scrubbed up and clean.

Most cishets, though... well, they don't actively mean you specifically any harm, at least not when they have to look at you. Not when you're right there in front of them. Maybe they'll be okay with you, personally, especially if you're the kind of gay who makes a good rhetorical device, and as long as you remain a good rhetorical device.

They need people to know that they don't have a problem with the gays, after all, and there you are, being all convenient. You make a nice token, and as long as you do, well. You're useful.

But they call you by your deadname when you're not around, and they put the wrong pronouns in your medical record even though they met you years after you came out, and they won't put themselves out to save you. Not one little bit.

I didn't want to be here again. The year I graduated from high school was the worst year of the AIDS crisis. The world into which I became an adult was a world in which an advisor and friend to Reagan, William F. Buckley, openly advocated for forcibly tattooing the HIV status of HIV+ gay men on their buttocks (and IV drug users on their forearms), and in which my father not only told me that when I was 14 or so, but when was told me that he'd advocated for that tattoo being "over their assholes."

(Buckley wrote that in '86, but he doubled down on it in 2005.

Fucker.)

But yeah. I didn't want to be here again. I wanted my daughter to inherit a better world. I wanted Obergefell and Lawrence v. Texas and Hope & Change to really mean something. I work for it, today and all days. I haven't given up.

I need you to know that, too. This isn't a white flag. I'm not surrendering. This isn't over. To misquote Henry Rollins, this is what Marsha and Sylvia and Stormé and Leslie and Brenda and Auntie Sugar trained us for. This is punk rock time.

But I need you to understand that if Pete Buttigieg is just a fag, if that human embodiment of a Wonder Bread, mayo and Oscar Meyer bologna sandwich is not respectable enough for them -- and he's not -- then the rest of us have absolutely no hope of measuring up. Not even if we trim away every colorful, beautiful piece of our community, not even if the Sisters Of Perpetual Indulgence vanish into the ether, not even if we sacrifice the five elements of vogue on the altar of white supremacist cishet middle-class conformity: we can't trim ourselves down to something they'll accept.

The only other option is radical acceptance of our queer selves. The only other option is solidarity. The only other option is for fats and femme queens and drags and kinksters and queers and zine writers and sex workers and furries and addicts and kids and the ones who can look us in the eye and see all of us to say we're here, we're queer, get used to it just the way we did 30 years ago. It's revolutionary, complete and total acceptance of our entire community, not just the ones the cishets can pretend to be comfortable with as long as we don't challenge them too much, or it's conceding the shoreline inch by inch to the rising waters of fascism until we've got nowhere left to stand and some of us start drowning.

That's it. Either it's all of us or it's none of us, because if we leave the answer up to the Reagans of the world and all the people who enabled him in the name of lower taxes and Democrats who wring their hands, weeping oh I don't agree with it but we'll lose the election if we fight it right now, the answer is none of us.

The brunch gays can come, too, I guess.

#long post #uncensored slurs #slurs #homophobic slurs #ronald reagan's grave is a gender neutral toilet #lgbtq #queer #trans #transgender #fag #dyke #lgbt

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

Part 2 to this post

It's been a few months since people started regularly referring to Billy and Eddie as boyfriends. It was funny at first. Billy would call 'hey babe' across the cafeteria to get his attention and when Eddie responded accordingly, it would get a laugh.

All in good fun. If it wasn't, Billy wouldn't stay smiling for too long. He'd made an example out of Jason on a few occasions for going too far, calling Eddie names and whatnot.

Writing fag on his locker, that sort of thing.

But even so, Billy hasn't stopped with the pet names. Hasn't stopped giving Eddie the golden treatment, even when it's just the two of them, and it makes the brunet feel... strangely good.

When Tommy tries to take a seat at the lunch table, Billy fixes a glare at him that has Tommy turning to stone.

"You're in my boyfriend's seat, Hagan. Don't make me make you move," he glowers.

Tommy slides his tray one seat down, the subtle twinge of fear still visible on his face when he spreads an amused smirk and pops a baby carrot into his mouth.

"My bad. Sweetheart always comes first, right?"

"Damn straight."

There's a chuckle around the table.

And, well, Eddie would normally chime in with a joke or something as he approaches the table and takes his seat, but instead he chews the inside of his cheek. Plops down beside Billy without a tray and sets his chin in his hands.

Billy's smile falls immediately and he leans forward to get a look at Eddie's face from the side.

"Not hungry, Munson?"

"No."

"What's up?"

A large hand settles on Eddie's back and rubs right between his shoulder blades. It does good to calm his tense muscles.

Eddie reaches into his vest pocket and produces a folded paper, which Billy looks at warily before he opens it. Pushes his tray out of the way so he can flatten it out and read.

"Damn, this is worse than Carol's progress report," he comments. Tommy snickers, only to receive a slug from his girlfriend. "What happened? I thought you liked language arts."

"I do, I just, I dunno, suck at reading nonfiction. My grade in history is slipping, math's even worse, and science is a combination of English and math—"

"Woah, just relax," Billy coos. He folds the paper shut again and slides it back into Eddie's vest pocket. "How 'bout we see what you can do to pull your grades up in each class, hmm? We can park out at the quarry and I'll help you over some pizzas and a six pack. Does that sound good?"

His gentle tone of voice smooths out all of Eddie's hard edges like they were never there in the first place.

"Yeah," Eddie says quietly.

"M'kay." Billy offers a kind smile as he brushes Eddie's hair away from his face. "You wanna try and eat something?" When Eddie merely shrugs, Billy tilts his head to the side. Suddenly very close. "C'mon, how do you expect to use that big brain on an empty stomach?"

That has Eddie biting back on a smile. Then Billy is sliding his tray over, mostly untouched save for a couple of missing carrots, and pushes himself up out of his seat.

"I'll go get something else. Kill anyone if they try to take my spot."

Eddie flushes red when a kiss gets pressed to his temple, and he listens to the thud of Billy's boots against the tile as he saunters off. Carol smacks Tommy's arm again, this time earning a whine.

"What was that for?" he asks.

"All you said when I showed you my grades was yikes."

"Well, what the hell do you want me to say? My grades aren't much better than yours."

Carol smacks him again and they start bickering. Eddie just shakes his head and smiles as he takes a bite of the crummy chicken sandwich on his tray.

Thinking only of the warm press of lips to his skin.

Part 3 is here

#mungrove #billy hargrove #eddie munson #tommy and carol #ficlet #my writing #homophobic slurs

[socialistexan]

Now wait a damn second, I thought it was only for "protecting" K-3 ages from finding out about us Dirty Degenerate Freaks, and that we were "groomers" for suggesting this would soon extend through all grades 🤔

Just like conservatives are now trying to ban gender affirming care for trans people of all ages.

It was never about "protecting the kids." They used the desire to keep children safe for reactionary purposes and used as a way to get a foot in the door for their larger anti-LGBTQ agenda.

Also, to the author of this bill: I grew up in a conservative Texas suburb during the height of Bush-era homophobia. I didn't learn a single damn thing about LGBTQ in my classes. I was actively bullied for it and my bullies were shielded and rewarded by school staff. I had a homophobic and transphobic parent who was abusive and would call me slurs in public.

I still ended up being a flaming bisexual faggot tranny.

Kids learning that LGBTQ exist doesn't make them gay or trans or whatever. The only thing it makes them is more empathetic to people who aren't like them and gives them the ability to see our personhood, something you obviously do not have.

#homophobic slurs #transphobic slurs

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

@meanmisscharles informed me back during stede anon the lesser's reign of terror that Big Gal's Blouse is an old timey slur for gay people and that that is potentially when Stede said "Who's the big gal" he was basically saying "Who's the fag?" and I have incorporated that shit into my world view.

Jack: Who's this homo

Jack, 3 hours later: I mean it's cool if you fucked Blackbeard, I fucked Blackbeard, nobody's gonna think any less of you for it at sea. *pisses on him*

He's my favorite guy ever.

#homophobic slurs #ofmd #our flag means death #calico jack #calico jack ofmd

[yesterdays-xkcd]

This was an actual mock conversation between me and a friend at TGIF. The waitress walked up around panel 5 and was somewhat put off.

Banter [Explained]

#i'm really looking forward to the point at which this comic gets better #2000s edginess #casual homophobia #f slur #homophobic slurs #xkcd #xkcd 65 #banter #2000s #2006

[dontmeantobepoliticalbut]

People who knew Anderson Lee Aldrich – the alleged Club Q shooter who has been arrested in connection with the mass shooting at the LGBTQ bar that left five people dead – say that he frequently used anti-gay slurs.

Twenty-two-year-old Aldrich has been arrested and charged with five counts of murder and five hate crimes charges in connection to the shooting at Club Q in Colorado Springs, Colorado this past Saturday night. Xavier Kraus, 23, said that he used to be friends with Aldrich and they lived in the same building near the University of Colorado at Colorado Springs.

“There would be times where he and his mom would get into fights, arguments, because he would be saying hateful things about whoever he was angry with,” Kraus told The Daily Beast. “He said things sometimes that probably should have been alarming to me. He used the term ‘faggot’ a lot. Most of the time it came from a place of anger.”

Police say that Aldrich used an AR-15 semi-automatic rifle to carry out the attack and that a second gun was found at the crime scene.

Kraus said that Aldrich liked to shoot guns with his mother and shared videos of him and his mother shooting targets.

“We had this conversation talking about how dangerous these guns are, these weapons are,” Kraus said. “He had this idea that we would go out at some point to a range and he [would] teach me some gun safety and go out and shoot some target practice. We never ended up getting around to do that. But that conversation just kind of sits with me, because I know how I felt when I saw the gun and he showed it to me. He was like, ‘This is all legal. I’m totally allowed to have this.’ It was an assault-rifle type gun.”

“There was one time where he made a ‘shooting his gun’ reference to a woman he was upset with,” he continued. “And this was one of the instances where his mom was like, ‘Andy, oh my God, no, you can’t say that.’”

According to multiple news outlets, Aldrich was previously arrested in 2021 and charged with five felonies after threatening his mother with a homemade bomb and multiple weapons. The threat resulted in a standoff with police. The New York Times reports that police were unable to find any explosives at the time, and Aldrich was never prosecuted.

Leslie Bowman, who had been renting a spare room to Aldrich’s mother at the time, expressed outrage following Saturday’s mass shooting that he had been allowed access to firearms.

“Why is he not in jail, after that happening?” she said of the 2021 arrest. “After that initial day, police never reached out to me for additional information. I’m a Second Amendment supporter, don’t get me wrong. But for him to be out there, and have access to weapons after that incident, I don’t understand it.”

#us politics #news #lgbtq nation #2022 #club q shooting #Colorado #anderson lee aldrich #gun rights #gun control #gun violence #mass shootings #mass shooters #homophobia #republican homophobia #homophobic slurs #xavier kraus #the daily beast #the new york times #leslie bowman

[klapollo]

just broke into full on chortles watching imho because alexis was talking about a homophobe yelling FUDGEPACKER at her and then just went "oh speaking of did you see the wonka trailer"

#homophobic slurs

[prettyboy-like-you]

I Should B® So Lucky

harringrove fic, 5.5k words, POV steve harrington, rated teen (so far, eventually explicit), implied violent child abuse, internalised homophobia, period typical homophobic slurs, angst, neil hargrove is his own warning (nothing explicit, he's just present), bi disaster steve, drinking, romantic fluff, (more tags on ao3—pls click link below to check).

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SUMMARY

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"Stop acting like a little virgin and get that top off. C'mon, it's nothing I ain't seen before, Prettyboy."

Lost for words, Steve now just. Does as he's told and sits up, grabbing his sweatshirt from the back of his neck and pulling the thing up and over his head.

Billy is licking his lips as Steve passes him his top and, even though Billy has obviously seen Steve in sweet FA in the showers at school, for some reason Steve feels more naked than he ever has in his whole fucking life. Feels almost kind of… shaky?

Billy stares at him a second longer and Steve thinks he looks like a Jaguar he's seen on those nature programs his Mom watches. Then the crackpot is jumping up, wobbling a little and having to steady himself. He says, "Find yourself something to throw on, man. If you've gotta." Then he leaves Steve alone on Billy’s bed, half-naked and breathless.

Fuck is wrong with you, man?

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READ PART 3 OF MY CHERRY BOMB SERIES OVER ON AO3 HERE!

( or START FROM THE BEGINNING BY CLICKING HERE )

#harringrove #harringrove fic #steve harrington #billy hargrove #bisexual steve harrington #gay billy hargrove #flirting #bi disaster steve harrington #billy's camaro #homophobic slurs #internalised homophobia #steve pov #harringroveweek #harringroveweek2022 #fanfic #fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #pbly writes #prettyboy like you

[arian-archivist-11]

I love my mom so reaming the f slur and pretending that it's not a slur by making up a fake definition and claiming I shouldn't be affected because I'm not really gay.

Need her in a casket. The only thing keeping me from-[REDACTED]

#tw: homophobia #homophobia #homophobic trauma #homophobic parent #slurs #homophobic slurs #hating your parents #homophobic abuse #abusive parents #abusive parent #abuse #actually abused #actually traumatized #toxic mom #toxic family #toxic parents #traumacore #vent post #rage post #trauma #trauma rage #trauma hatred #ragecore #vent

[ridleyytheriddler]

IM DYING WHAT THE FUK IS THIS

DUDE AND THIS WEBSITE ACTUALLY FUCKING EXISTS

WHAT THE FUDGE

(also there are a lot of homophobic slurs on the website, uncensored)

this website is actually dumb- they literally have a page on "how to find out if your son is a f*g" and the questions are literally 10 times dumber

and there are probably people out there that read this shit. un fuking believable.

#homophobic slurs #tw: homophobia #trigger warning #! #why does this site even fucking. exist. #i dont know why i even looked at this website #i cant stop shaking #i dont want to add a trigger to my bio but i guess i should...

[socialistexan]

That's not right, dude!

I'm also a Jew in addition to be a fag communist!

#i sure am dot gif #f slur #homophobic slurs #ask to tag

[queerafricans]

#max lobe #cameroon #literature #tw #homophobic slurs #internalized homophobia

[sapphireginger]

Summary:

Danny isn’t ready to get married. He had plans for his life. He was going to graduate and move to the capital city and become a teacher. He was going to fall in love, but it doesn’t seem like that option is available to him now if it ever was to begin with.

Bad Things Happen Bingo: This is For Your Own Good

@badthingshappenbingo​

#bad things happen bingo #bad things happen #this is for your own good #stiles stilinski #danny mahealani #stiles x danny #danny x stiles #stanny #teen wolf #gay stiles stilinski #gay danny mahealani #historical #cheating #dandy danny mahealani #homophobic slurs #homophobic language

[gufettogrigio]

Things you said without thinking

(Sir Alex)

You would like to say that you regret the words as soon as they come out of your mouth but the truth is: you didn’t even realize what you had done until you looked up and caught the glimmer of tears into Gary’s eyes. It catches you off guard, kills the next shout in your throat. 

You’ve always gone easy on him - not in the sense that you were soft with him or that he got away with anything special - but you always knew your disappointment was enough. Gary can put himself down enough by himself, his own harshest critic. Reality is the mirror he looks in every morning, reality being the friends he plays with, the gifted, the geniuses, the Giggsy, the Scholes, the Ronaldos. Everything he isn’t. You know you don’t need to remind him of it. You never do. 

Except you just did. You just did because you’re two-nil down and he fucked up a cross. You just did because you are mad; you just did and did it loudly, publicly; you just did and did it horribly.

“You just need to set your head straight and stop playing like a fucking sissy!”

You watch him now, dark eyes flying up to the ceiling because they’re swimming in tears already and if he blinks, they’ll spill over. That won’t happen. He stands there in the middle of the dressing room, shoulder to shoulder with Rio, and he says nothing, just rolls his eyes up and tilts his head in a nod and doesn’t say anything. His back stays straight - the captain of Manchester United - but you can see. He doesn’t swallow, his throat knotted, his hands fisted by his sides. From the back it probably looks like nothing is wrong, like he’s just mad, ready to talk back, but you can see the way his breathing stutters, comes back quicker; you can almost hear the rabbit fast beat of his heart. The color is gone from his face.

-

In the years to come you’ll wish you had just kept screaming. You think then nobody would have noticed. But you didn’t because you hadn’t meant to break and you know Gary - Gaz, tiny Gaz in his oversized kit - and you know you’ve shattered. It’s probably the horror on your face that gives it away too. In the silence that has fallen in the dressing room, you watch the realization sink in. Rio’s head whips to the side, Rooney’s mouth hits the floor. 

Stop playing like a fucking…

You remember him being sixteen and Eric raging at the school teacher that had taken too long to break up the playground fight. They had brought him back with an icepack on his broken nose and a sprained wrist wrapped up in paper towels and tape. 

“His own fault” - the teacher had said with a shrug - “he started it.”

And he’d whipped his head around and scoffed at Gary when the boy had tried to speak up. “You kiss a guy, you’s asking for it.”

And you’d thought “Well, this is a headache” but you’d also thought that anyone who manages to kick a fake potted plant at their math teacher's head from across a room and hit him too is a headache worth having. But it was your headache to have and his business to keep.

Rio’s hand is on Gary’s shoulder. Your captain blinks, looks down at his shoes. Then he looks up, looks at you, a bit more steady.

“Bit hard to do, boss.” - he says - “But I can probably not fuck up the cross again.”

_

You hug him, later, coming victorious off the pitch. You don’t say “I’m sorry” because there aren’t words to acknowledge the magnitude of your mistake. You will do so later or maybe you won’t; maybe you’ll let the mental tally of all the people who’ve shied away from his touch in the second half do the talking at the next transfer window. For now, he hugs you back and you feel him shake:fear, relief, a mix of both. Before he goes for the interviews, you take a moment to adjust his captain’s armband firmly in place.

#Sir Alex & Gary Neville #fanfic #tiny fic #I had a list of prompts starting with things you said for october and it went downhill #tw homophobia #homophobic slurs #tw outing #being outed #the situation is fucked up #because I was talking to a coworker about use of slurs and micro aggressions and how words aren't just words #their connotations often stay the same even when you use them outside of a certain context #and it matters

[olden-towne]

#homophobic slurs #the pogues #fairytale of new york #christmas

[wausaupilot]

Attorney: Family vindicated by independent counsel report on racial, homophobic harassment complaint at Wausau East

The family is calling for a public apology from the district, disciplinary action and training for administrators who handled the complaint.

Damakant Jayshi The family of student at the center of a Wausau East controversy said Friday they stand vindicated by an outside attorney’s report which concluded their son was indeed “a victim of racial and homophobic discrimination and harassment” at the school. The Vongphakdy family is now calling for a public apology from the district, “disciplinary action and training for the…

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#afternoon update #Alana Leffler #Deb Foster #Elisabeth Lambert #homophobic slurs #Rob Perkins #Robert Perkins #Title IX #Vongphakdy family #Wausau East High School #Wausau School Board #Wausau School District