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thefrogginbullfish · 2 years
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nanamivnemesis · 4 months
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LMFAO so my little sibling @goobdoodlez told me she had the gay talk with our mom (a phobic) and it went a little something like this:
Mom, in the car awkwardly : so do you like boys?
Sibling: No… not really…
Mom: oh…. so do you like girls???
Sibling: Not really…
Mom: so… you just don’t like anyone?
Sibling: Well it’s more complicated than that like i live everyone but also dont…
Mom:…
Sibling then said to me that “ Mom then proceeded to go on about ✨“Lesbianism” ✨and shit and that’s what I’m laughing about because I didn’t know that was a term used and me and my sister were just laughing about it 😂😂😂 Sister also told me she’s“ contracted the Lebanese Disease”🏳️‍🌈
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underthevveather · 11 months
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Wishing you all a very happy and safe pride month!
I talk about this every year, but please remember that just because it is pride month, that does not mean that you have to come out if you are not ready!
Please do not feel pressured to come out if you are not ready, or if you are in an unsafe situation/ environment. Your safety and comfort should be your #1 priority!
To all my queer or questioning friends who are in the closet, spending pride quietly or with a small group of people who you feel safe with is perfectly okay.
Please stay safe out there and have a lovely pride month!
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queerism1969 · 10 months
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morgan-the-mighty · 9 months
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TW: transphobia
I outed myself to my high school class, some are good, a few are being kinda transphobic.. "this shouldn't be legal", "why would schools have to support the mentally retarded", "For all I care you could be a penguin, monkey, no one cares, just shut up qnd stop attention seeking" ...
But, today I texted one of my professors, she had as geography this year, and outside of supplementing she won't have us anymore 😑. But in short, she reacted very well!! She said to keep my head up, ignore the comments, and live the life I want.
I'm out to only a few selected professors, and the 3 school counselors; they are all supportive. I'm worried about how my math professor will react, but basically my plan is outing myself to all the professors that are going to be teaching me this upcoming year. But first I have to out myself to our homeroom professor, who doesn't know yet.
08-05-2023
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Based on a 1970’s guide published by a Feminsit Lesbian Newsletter from Atlanta which is MY NEW FAVOURITE thing on the internet
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polniaczek · 2 months
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Taylor Tomlinson: Have It All (2024)
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wiltkingart · 4 months
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Asche and Vindt from Ocean's Blood by Thelma Mantey
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inkskinned · 11 months
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there are days that it is hard, and unfair, and some horrible part of me wishes i could have been born in a different world. i love being queer, i hate how others react to it. when i first came out at 15, my mom whispered: please don't say that. your life would be so much harder.
it is harder.
it is also a tuesday, walking my dog. we are both skiving off of work, and yes both of us have dyed hair and pronouns. mine is patchy - it was my first time trying bleach; i didn't have enough. theirs is a resilient toadstool green. a little girl comes up to us and asks um, excuse me? is your hair real? 'cause jason says you're a fairy.
it is sunday brunch, all of us talking over each other, overfull on love. she is trying out a new name today, and we made her a cake with today's name scrawled in shaky purple letters. she laughs so much she cries and then gets frosting in her hair. someone young at a different table keeps giving us these large, wide eyes: the same look we have all been on the other side of. the kind that says, breathless: wait, is that possible?
it is a half-fight in a supermarket because he loves "dance moms" and says abby's tiktok is funny and meanwhile i think the children in that show should be allowed to sue abby lee miller for child abuse. i tell him that it led to the casual acceptance of child harassment for mainly adult views; and then i am standing, suddenly, in someone else's thrown soda. there's a white lady standing there, furious, saying something about hell-on-earth. i had forgotten i was wearing stuff with pride colors. and then it is this: he had just been casually arguing with me - and within an instant, he squares his shoulders and goes after her like i am his sister
on saturday i sat in a circle while beca played with my hair and we were all over 30 and we laughed about how much happier we are being this old, how much more we appreciate our community. 25 minutes from now, we will be on stage to dance in baggy beige clothing, but for now we look on with envy to the dancers in loud-and-bright buttondowns. where are they getting these shirts! i cry, distraught. everyone laughs. one of our friends has a mushroom witch hat. this would have been cringey in high school, probably. instead we are all delighted with each other; happy just to be here and alive and moving
it's that last week my new friends cried with joy for me when they heard i'm getting top surgery. every so often i have the honor of being the first person someone feels comfortable enough to tell. i'm trying to make long fluttery butterfly wings to wear to pride; but i don't know anything about fabric or dye, so my friends have been sending me their personal advice.
i think in a different poem i would talk about how sometimes you walk into a room and put the mask back on. but i'm sleepy and my whole brain is fuzzy so i think in this one, it's a monday, and my dog and i took a nap on a couch, and i had missed texts from friends. i used to wake up lonely. i think this poem is about walking into a room and seeing someone and just knowing, the way you just-know-sometimes, and then giving them that little smile, and seeing them light up with joy and relief. it is how we always seem to be able to find each other in a crowded room. how we always seem to make friends with each other before even we know-it-to-be-true. it is saying: we're very different people; but i belong to you.
it is harder, yes. but it comes with a built-in family.
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publicbreath2020 · 3 months
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Phew 😥
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She accepts me, yay!!! 🎉
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HIJAB BUTCH BLUES by LAMYA H.
Alright, changing it up a bit with my book stuff but this one hit home with me. The author draws very interesting parallels between stories in the Quran and her experiences as a gay muslim woman that are very interesting. And if you think you can’t be muslim and gay, or wear a hijab and be gay, or even tackle muslim culture and queerness in one, then you’re bound to be pleasantly proved wrong with this one.
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underthevveather · 20 days
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Coming Out: My Story + Advice
*CW: Mentions of internalized transphobia, transphobic interactions, dysphoria, etc.*
*Please DNI if you're anti-LGBT, a terf, or a general asshole. This blog isn't for you.*
Hello, friends. So I know I don't have the biggest blog out there, but it's continuously growing and I figured I should make a post about this. I don't usually talk about myself or my identity too much on here, even though it's literally an LGBT-related account. So I'm very nervous to post this, but here we go:
I'm coming out to all of you as a trans man.
This is most likely not shocking (because this is Tumblr and everyone is trans or queer in some way), but I wanted to clarify because I'm so tired of hiding who I am. I've had so many people doubt me, be hateful, be disrespectful, be judgemental, and be utterly horrible to me for being trans. But honestly, I'm slowly coming to a point where I want to be authentic with people.
So, when I was 13, my therapist was the first person that I came out to. I told her, without being able to look at her in the eyes, that I thought I might be transgender. I remember she smiled, asked me a little bit about it, and was generally so supportive and handled it amazingly.
On my 14th birthday, I came out to my mom as trans. She was also very supportive, though more surprised and a little confused than anything else. Slowly, over the next year, I began coming out to all of my friends and family.
I had negative experiences along the way. One of my closest family members called me selfish for wanting to change my name and pronouns because it would be "too difficult" for everyone else. I was told that I was "being childish" for asking for support and love from certain family members. I even experienced a lot of hate from my partner's parents at the time (my partner being cis with transphobic parents).
Regardless, I had a supportive single mother that believed in me and supported me and let me start testosterone when I was 15 (yes, I was young and no, I don't regret any of it). Despite T being a very powerful hormone for most AFAB people that go on it, it took a very long time for it to fully kick in.
I had a lot of difficulties with T. My voice, for example, never fully dropped and it's something I've always been dysphoric about. I even remember being told by random people that I "sound like a girl" or that they "can tell" that I'm trans because of my voice.
About 2 years on T, with very little changes, I decided to get top surgery and my mom allowed it because she could tell how much this meant to me. She saw all the struggles that I was going through and she could tell how much my chest bothered me, considering I would wear binders an unhealthy amount of the time.
So I got top surgery and I'm currently 4 years post-OP. Though I received top surgery at a fairly young age, there is not a single part of me that regrets it and not a day goes by where I'm ungrateful for it.
Although my transition has been a struggle (due to external forces and a lot of internalized transphobia), I'm still slowly learning how to appreciate who I am. I've been out for 7 years now, transitioning for almost 6 years, and although I still get misgendered occasionally, it's nowhere near as bad as it used to be and that's something I'm very thankful for.
Now that I've shared all of this, I'd like to be a tiny voice amongst the many different trans people that've given advice on this (or any other) platform before.
To Any Closeted Trans or Gender-Questioning People Out There:
Please be kind to yourself. Please take care of yourself. Please be patient and take your time figuring out who you are. Please only come out when you are safe to do so.
Remember that it gets easier, even when it's just a little bit at a time. Every day gets a little easier. Remember your strengths. Remember that you are who you are, and that is enough. The right people will know it, too.
And never let anyone tell you who you are. Only you can determine that.
If you've read this far, I would like to say thank you and that I hope you have a wonderful day. Remember to be kind to yourself and others :)
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queerism1969 · 4 months
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seriousturd · 6 months
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nicostiel · 1 year
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EVERYONE:
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tampire · 2 years
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We know what you Dream
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