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visionaryparacosmos · 7 months
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Its kinda cool how Jade lives on an island in the middle of the ocean and Kanaya lives in an oasis in the middle of a desert. They both live in the middle of nowhere and maybe that says something about space players but maybe it also says something about the internet connecting people from bumfuck nowheresville to insufferable pricks who live in the city and to really cool alternative girls who like cats and to weird suburban kids with bad tastes in movies
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molabuddy · 1 year
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sometimes a character is like . in the actual media itself they're thin but on all levels other than that they're fat, its just true they told me themself
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gayvampyr · 2 years
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“queer spaces should be inclusive of people who don’t enjoy sex and who have “strange”, negative or repulsed relationships with sex” and “sex is an important aspect of lgbt community, history, and activism and queer people should be allowed and able to talk freely about sex without stigma or shame” are ideas that can and should coexist.
#‘queer people were banned from and shamed for having sex and that’s where a lot of our activism stemmed from’ and#‘not liking or having sex is considered abnormal and a mental illness and also needs to be destigmatized’ are concepts that not only can but#often do coalign#it’s esp important to consider that a lot of lgbt ppl who have a tricky and strained relationship with sex are like that because of trauma#which is very common for queer folks#it’s really not an ace-only thing#like i am sex repulsed but it’s very hard to discern if it’s because i’m asexual or if it’s the trauma. either way i deserve to have those#feelings and be included in lgbt spaces and discussions about sex and treated as just another queer person with a different experience#instead of being alienated because my feelings about sex don’t directly line up with yours#im so sick of people in this community trying to pit us against each other. as an ace lesbian that shit is so toxic and harmful#my relationship with sex is fluid. im sex-positive always‚ but i often find myself sex repulsed. im otherwise neutral about it but im sick#of people acting like it’s either you enjoy sex and have it frequently or you hate it and you shame everyone who has it like youre a puritan#and it’s often aphobes who bought into that ‘aces are puritanical celibate straights who want ppl who have gay sex to die or think they’re#‘dirty’ or some shit. and it was literally 90% crypto-aphobes pretending to be aces to get people to adopt that into their belief system#the same way crypto-t/rfs pretend to be trans women who want to prey on the ‘innocent women’#and y’all will use those posts/screenshots as ‘evidence’ that whatever scapegoat you’ve selected is actually inherently bad/homophobic/#misogynistic/etc and not even#acknowledge the giant hole in your logic cuz you’re too busy trying to find a scapegoat#it’s the same tactics and y’all fall for it every time#text post#like. lesbians are CONSTANTLY getting hounded and told that we’re broken or mentally i’ll for not showing interest in (having sex with) men#for the same reason asexuality is considered bad or wrong or weird#not showing interest in heterosexual relationships or sex is why this is so important#anyone that falls outside the scope of heterosexuality is part of this community whether you like it or not
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autisticundertale · 1 year
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ATTENTION PLURALS! Whether you have DID, OSDD, UDD, or some other form of plurality, this could be extremely helpful for you!
Our mother has created and put for sale discreet plurality journals! These journals include spaces to write information about system members, important information (contacts, family, friends, partners, etc), system rules, pages to keep track of physical/mental health (diagnoses, suspected conditions, symptoms, triggers, etc), a built-in calender to mark and keep track of things, a section to keep track of switching, a mental health journal, and a section for general journaling shenanigans!
Note that it is queer friendly, including a segment for pronouns in each member's bios/the bios of loved ones, as well as not monogamous assuming in language or nature.
Here are the links to them, and the three cover options available to pick from! (Frog cover, flower cover, and owl cover.)
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Here are some example pages (minus the mental health journal and regular journal pages, both of which are at the end, and have 100+ pages.) Most of these pages have multiple copies, so there is plenty of room! For example, the "our switches" section has 50 pages.
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Order to support our mom (and in turn, our family) as well as get something that can help your system! Please reblog for more systems to see!
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itsoktocallmegay · 3 months
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Friendly reminder that aplatonics are queer. It’s so disheartening to see so much aphobia be directed towards aplatonics. The A includes all aspecs.
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pastelpuppet · 1 year
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I was reminded it was lesbian week and that it would be a crime not to post this old art of the titular lesbians themselves!!! Happy lesbian week everyone!
(I’d love to redraw this one day honestly, I love them so much!!!!)
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uncanny-tranny · 4 months
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Brought to you because of my searing hatred for the DEA 💛
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divinequo · 5 months
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You can't tell me glam wouldn't be an ICON of a gay alley, even though he'd be a confused one-
If one of his sons came out as gay, he'd give them a welcoming basket with violets, RuPaul DVD, and fucking laxatives, He'd 100% dress up as a chick and do drag for Dee's mlp fantasies as a little kid without even knowing what tf highlighter is, he'd go to a gay bar and get the spare condoms that the one himbo gave him, in his pocket, and throw on the ground like its fucking confetti, he'd buy his BI wife a "I love women" shirt for shits and giggles, he is the embodiment of confused alley, "he's lost but he got the right spirit" energy we neeeeddd
AND I REFUSE TO THINK OTHERWISE
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cineresis · 7 months
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Angels in America
It's amazing how fast an evening at your favorite club can be ruined by someone keeling over and frothing at the mouth. The band never quite gets back into the swing of things afterwards.
"Angel," sighed one of the men, or nearest approximants, at the table next to mine, "why is it that I can never go anywhere with you without stumbling across a body?"
"Oh, come now," said his partner, a soft, fluffy confection in caramel and cream, rising hastily to make his way toward the source of the commotion. The first gentleman, dark, lanky, and excruciatingly chic, got up to follow him. "It's hardly every time."
I stayed where I was for now, casting my gaze around the room as I went over my memory of the past twenty or thirty minutes. Too many people passing close enough to slip something into the victim's drink, too many others to watch at the same time, too many more opportunities to poison him outside my field of view. I was a detective, not God.
"Stumbling upon, once. Literally. Do you know what it's like to have to clean up after that sort of thing? It takes a personal toll."
"Hush, Crowley," chided "Angel". "People can hear you, and you know how queer they get about these things. Ooh, yes, that's strychnine, all right," he added cheerfully, pulling a small vial from his vest pocket and tipping it into his handkerchief. "Nasty stuff."
I got up. As I approached, I caught the faint, unmistakable chemical sweetness of ether fumes and gave them a wide berth, choosing instead to inspect the victim's plate and glass before turning to scan the room from this perspective.
"Now, just what might you be doing?" drawled Crowley.
I looked him over, too, while I was at it. In Crowley's case, this involved a lot of looking and not much over; he was easily more than six feet tall, even while slouching rakishly. The snake tattoo on his right temple suggested certain things about him. The dark glasses that he hadn't removed since he'd entered just suggested questions, since I highly doubted he was blind. "I'm a detective," I said, leaving the obviously at the end of that sentence to implication. "What are you doing?"
This response seemed to delight him. "So are we," Crowley answered, and grinned. "But if you want to get specific about it, I'm keeping you distracted while my friend saves this man's life. Let's see your license, then."
As I took it out, keeping at least one eye on him and his partner, Angel called out to the rubbernecking crowd around us, "I need someone here to run and call the nearest hospital, and a couple of strong men to help get this poor fellow someplace dark and quiet to rest. Best use one of the tablecloths for a stretcher," he added to the first volunteer who stepped forward.
Crowley leaned in closer to study my license. "Drake Silas Donovan," he read off. "'Silas', really?"
"What about it?"
"I've just always wondered what kind of parent would name their kid Silas."
"The kind who had a grandfather named Silas," I replied coolly, snagging my license back. "Your turn."
He obliged. Anthony J. Crowley, it read, licensed in London since 1905, the year before mine. I wondered how long he'd been at this; he looked too young for his apparent age, but then I looked too old for mine. "A. J. Crowley," I read his signature aloud. "Get asked if you're any relation every time, or just most?"
There's a certain motion a person's head makes when they roll their eyes. Crowley's was making it. "The man's an embarrassment to the side," he griped. "I made my name legitimately."
"And your friend?" It wasn't as if I couldn't put two and two together. There's a certain type of person who's got both a nose for trouble and the brains to prepare for it; if it walks, talks, and thinks like a dick, it probably is one. It was just that I wasn't in the habit of trusting people, and I'd be a real schmuck to neglect basic due diligence on the guy purportedly surrounded by bodies. 
Detectives are no better or worse than any other person. They just think it's usually more interesting to solve crimes than commit them.
"Oh, he's as legitimate as it gets." Crowley turned to his companion, who was getting to his feet, brushing his clothes off fussily. Beside him, the two volunteers hoisted the unconscious victim onto a tablecloth spread across the floor, momentarily dislodging the ether-soaked cloth before Angel caught it and laid it carefully back in place over the victim's nose and mouth. "Aren't you, Aziraphale?"
Angel — "Aziraphale"? — looked up, startled. "Pardon?"
"Mr. Donovan here wants to see your detective's license," Crowley explained, enunciating his words with malice aforethought.
"Oh! Yes. Of course I always have that with me. Now just where did I..." He started patting down his pockets, stopped suddenly, and took a lovely calfskin card holder out of his coat. "Ah. Here it is."
Beaming, he passed it to Crowley, who passed it to me with the comment, "You'll find everything in order, I'm sure."
I glanced down at the card, then back up at Angel. "Am I supposed to call you A. Z. Fell or Aziraphale?" I asked, pronouncing the Z correctly as zed.
"A. Z. Fell is how 'Aziraphale' is pronounced in the King's English," said Crowley blandly, affecting a cut-glass Oxford accent on the last phrase. His partner seemed pleased by this comment, rather than annoyed.
"I'm afraid my progenitor bestowed me with a rather unwieldy given name," Fell admitted, raising fascinating questions about just how many syllables the British peerage could fit on a birth certificate when they really tried. "Aziraphale just sounds so much more euphonious, don't you think?" Crowley was right; I couldn't tell whether Fell had meant to say A. Z. Fell or the de-accented gloss. He'd lengthened the half-syllable between zed and Fell to a full vowel, but some people said zetta.
"I wouldn't know," I replied, handing the license back to Crowley, who was nearest. When Fell didn't take my bait, I added, "Lucky that you happened to have ether handy. I wouldn't like to imagine what might've happened if you'd decided to stay in tonight." I also lied when I said sorry, and when I swore to tell the whole truth and nothing but. Little white lies are the oil in the gears of civilization.
"Oh, I always carry that, too," Fell explained earnestly. "One gets into the habit after one's first run-in with strychnine, and of course ether has so many useful applica—"
"I wouldn't, angel," Crowley interrupted, sounding very amused. "Mr. Donovan thinks you're the one behind this."
"Oh," said Fell, nonplussed. "Gosh. Well, I — I suppose I can't blame him. He doesn't know me from Adam, after all, and has no reason to trust me — I did warn you about giving people funny ideas, Crowley, honestly. Of course," Fell turned to me, laying an elegant hand across his chest, "if you were to search me, you would find only a small collection of antidotes — oh, but a habitual poisoner would probably carry those, too, especially if he were the sort of voyeur with a penchant for playing the hero. I certainly wouldn't be convinced of my innocence. Yes, I can certainly understand whatever suspicion you might feel towards me, however misplaced it may be."
Crowley watched this thought process with an expression somewhere between fascination and agony. "Well, at least now he probably thinks that if you'd done it, you'd have been caught by now," he remarked, presumably because he was thinking the same thing. "You'll have to excuse my friend," Crowley added to me. "He still believes that the innocent have nothing to fear. Somehow."
"First time visiting?" I guessed.
Fell's bemusement answered my question before he did. "Pardon?"
"Never mind."
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red-hibiscus · 2 months
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I'm joining y'all in the 'Non is alive' clown car. Cause him being dead feels almost too simple??? Like it feels like just a tragedy. That's it. It'd be far more interesting if he somehow lived.
But also... The poor kid went through SO much pain. He struggled for so long alone. Even the people who cared for him the most betrayed him. Yes they felt guilt, but their guilt came too late. They didn't do anything for so long so when the very few of them decided 'oh i should do something', it was to late. Once he ended up working for the casino that was it.
Non's life kept getting worse and worse. He almost committed suicide (multiple times?!?), yet in the end he wanted so desperately to get out of there and live. He wanted to be strong. But he died. By overworking. He died trying to live and that's just so sad.
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homunyas · 10 days
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my thoughts on TMA/TME are that they're useful descriptors to have for conversation, but the way people have come to expect that every trans woman outs themselves as TMA in order to be allowed to speak about their experiences is...
like you know we live in a very transmisogynistic world and that this website especially has a very big problem with TERFs running rampant, right? can you not see why a trans woman might not want to broadcast to the world the fact they're trans? do you honestly think you're helping trans women by pressuring people to out themselves against their wishes?
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gnometa233 · 6 months
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Why is it ALWAYS the people who aren't lesbians saying shit like "why can't lesbians and bisexuals just get along :((. We have bigger things to fight for! Bisexual lesbians aren't hurting anybody" like okay! We get it! Yall hate lesbians and hate when we have our own words to discuss our experiences and attraction! You can't stand it when we exist because it reminds you that you don't have to center men! You think that all ~queer women~ can just be flattened down into one homogenous group! Well guess what! We can't! Holy fucking shit just mind your own buisness and stay away from lesbians
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jenthetranskitsune · 6 months
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You know when you have no actual proof of a thing but you feel like a few writers & the actors of 2 characters definitely shipped the characters even if the show definitely didn't?
Cause like
I'm watching agents of shield again
& Skye is already crying over the thought of losing Simmons,, like,, 3, maybe 4 weeks at most
Plus Simmons defended Skye's actions after she betrayed the whole team
They knew each other for like,, a week? 2?
Plus they keep staring at each other
I'm probably never gonna shut up abt those 2, I love them & there's no way you could ever convince me that they weren't purposefully hinted at by some of the crew.
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luciacaecilia · 5 days
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Me:
The gay staring at me from across the thrift store, who's ready to hunt me for sport if I do not surrender the ugly handbag I happened to look at for 0.2 seconds to him this instant:
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rythyme · 7 months
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i know all the weird merch things for gmmtv shows are annoying sometimes but now when i'm into things that DON'T have convenient merch options I feel lost. like, for bad buddy I have a tote bag and it's great! but what the hell do I buy when I like kinnporsche? fucking bread?? guns??? a dildo??? I need to have fun yet subtle merchandise to dispel the malaise. i'm not buying a goddamn inhaler.
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barbthebuilder · 3 months
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My therapist isn't exactly transphobic.
He asked what my prefered pronouns are and he says he is accepting of me. But at the same time he seems to look for a reason I'm genderfluid. Some trauma or event, my relationship with parents, hormones... it feels like a doctor looking for a cause of an ilness. It feels like he is trying to fix me. I don't want to be "fixed". There is nothing wrong with me.
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