#lgbtq problems

[sparrowsrandomthoughts]

According to society I’m old enough to have a crush on a boy but not old enough to know if I like girls

What a stupid age to be

#sparrowsrandomthoughts #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #aroace #lesbian #lgbtq problems #pride #aroace pride #lgbtq community #aromantic #asexual #society #lgbtq pride #genderfluid

[writing-to-survive]

#126

"It happened," she says, crashing into the couch.

Her friends sits next to her. "What happened?"

A small laugh escapes her throat. She covers her eyes and leans back as deep into the cushions as she could. Her heart aches for what she can't have.

"I fell for a straight girl."

#fiction #writing #writing prompts #writing prompt #creative writing #fiction writing #dialogue prompt #character dialogue #writing dialogue #dialogue #lgbtq #lgbtq problems #romance prompt #romance prompts #romantic #romance #heartbreak #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing to survive #writing-to-survive

[thestoppingofaheart]

Sometimes my heart goes really fast thinking about the fact that I own Heartstopper V3 & V4 and I put them at the bottom of my nightstand drawer… what if my parents find them one day? Questions will be had that I’m not ready to answer. That I’m not quite ready to admit to myself or others.

#heartstopper #heartstopper fandom #alice oseman #osemanverse #charlie spring #nick nelson #nick and charlie #solitaire #tori spring #heartstopper comic #lgbtq love #lgbtq problems #in the closet

[its-not-she-its-he]

So I tried to come out as non-binary to my therapist. I basically told her about my dysphoria. She told me “I think I get what you are trying to say but I can’t assume so you have to say it out loud.” I become a coward and ditched the topic.

#lgbt #queer #ftm #trans #transgender #lgbtq #dysphoria #lgbtq problems #coming out

[im-a-slut-for-subway-sandwiches]

Why is my sexuality SO FLUID 😭

Like every other month I question my sexuality because of one person (usually a celebrity ngl)

#lgbtqiaplus #lgbtia+ #bisexual #agender #LGBTQ #lgbt #lgbtq problems #problems

[cryptidwithaninternetconnection]

Crying at 1am because my mom won’t call me by my name (Nell) and while you guys know no other name I’m scared you’ll find my old name and only use that, I’m to tired, why can’t I have this one thing to better an experience that sucks? Do they even realize how god fucking awful things are for people like me right now? Can they not let me have this one thing for just a smidge of comfort? It’s not fair that all they will do is use a neutral nickname that’s close as duck to my dead name, it’s too fucking close to my dead name

#lgbtqia #nonbinary #transmasc #demi boy #lgbtq problems #sad news #sad night

[lurkingismypastime]

On a scale from 1 - 10, how bad is this idea?

#genderfluid #genderfluid memes #lgbtq problems #transgender #trans memes #lgbtq #lgbtq memes #nonbinary #nonbinary memes #tal's posts #I want to but I also don’t want to accidentally give myself body image issues or dysphoria #I guess I’ll just have to keep it accurate to life #queer artists #trans artist #genderfluid artist #nonbinary artist #art meme

[hermaphrodianna]

Part one: After my complaint this year about my experience of discrimination in the kitchen of HH, located in Theddingworth. They only put this statement up to cover their backs but really the story goes like this. Earlier this year, round March time I opened up to one of the heads of colleagues about my being transgender then the micro aggressions started and it became a snowball effect into more blatant trans. For example I told my now former boss I’m transgender and he proceeded to ask questions like is the surgery free or do you have to pay for it to which I replied “No it’s free on NHS” “Our taxes have to pay for that” he responded. At the time it did make my blood boil but I brushed it off. Then around June time I told him about my traumatic experience with a male stalker. Then he mentioned that one of my colleagues brought up my old name/dead name and after that followed “your a woman to me” thinking it would justify what he said prior. I also remember him inappropriately touching me with a feather duster from a bulk batch of stuff ordered for the kitchen. During all this time I was in a very bad place mentally to the point I was self harming and my colleagues thought it would be funny to make a mockery out of my scars. I was also having moments of being very high and very low in mood which made me an easy target for bullying let alone being transgender. Excuse this being very scattered but my dyslexia doesn’t exactly help matters. I also remember other staff laughing/giggling at me but then when I would go into a room they would stop talking. This also became true for my colleagues which is among countless other things I hate about work place bullying. They’d rather keep shut then confront the bullied about what’s being said about them. And as I said it continued like a snow ball effect into worse bullying/Name calling and dead gendering. For example dead gendering like “He’s angry today isn’t he”? My boss would say to a fellow colleague. “He’s always having up and down moments isn’t he”? He would say to another colleague whilst grimacing at me. In another situation he smelled the area in which I was standing and said “I smell butty” in front of a younger part timer. And I think this younger part timer is one of the main antagonists of this problem in which many others participated, mainly men. Men who have very little understanding of lgbtq problems but in my case it was mainly transgender problems. I’ve had this problem all my life when men sexualise me then bully me because I’m some sort of experiment to them. And this has been ongoing from the age of 14. There is a part two.

#transphobes #workplace bullying #discriminatory #discrimination #stop discriminating #stop bullying #anti bullying #transautistic #transautism #trans discrimination #trans discussion #anti transgender #anti transphobes #lgbtq problems #bullying #workplace discrimination #hotel business #hospitality #dead name

[mrblazeflappybird]

Look I didn't ASK to be attracted naturally to fictional, morally grey men and women (but mostly men), Disney MADE me this way

#bisexual #gay #disney villains #disney #lgbtq problems #lgbtq

[azzysflowergarden]

How to deal w/being a rom-repulsed arospec but also having a (queerplatonic?) crush on someone???? /genq

#azzy grows #help X( #i try to think abt «okay do I have a crush on them?» and then feel all ick bcuz i Dont Like. #aromantic #arospec #acearo #asexual #aspec #asexual spectrum #aromantic spectrum #sex repulsed #romance repulsed #ace problems #aro problems #lgbtq problems #queer problems #tagging a bunch bcuz HELP :( #i need advice

[1c3d-choco]

I am completely pissed that exclusionists exists because they never believed that the aspec, pansexuals, hesbians, theybians, shegays, theygays and nepronouns are valid to the LGBTQ+ community, and they exclude them because they think these valid sexualities are "fake"

#Shree's rants #Exclusionists dni #Aspec #asexual #aromantic #aroace #pansexual #hesbian #theybian #shegay #theygay #nepronouns #xenogender #lgbtq+ #lgbtq #lgbt #lgbtq problems

[sparrowsrandomthoughts]

Being aroace is thinking you have a crush on someone and panicking then realising it’s not romantic and they’re just a really cool person who you want to be friends with

#sparrowsrandomthoughts #aroace #aromantic #asexual #lgbtq problems #lgbt #lgbtq #aroace pride #queer pride

[ace-disgrace-withamace]

Who the FUCK invented crushes I feel physically SICK why the heel do I have to be aro-flux

#aro #aromantic #aromatic #aro microlable #arospec #aro pride #aroace #aromanitc #actually aro #demiromantic #aroflux #demiaroflux #queer #lgbtq+ #lgbtq problems #lgbtq #lgbtqia

[thestoppingofaheart]

I just finished episode 3 of Young Royals last night and literally have to take a break. I love this show but something about it always puts me in a very sad state. I cried while making supper last night and felt so isolated. I might be the only person in the world who feels like this lol. I just feel so lonely and Young Royals amplifies it unfortunately. I feel sad that I have to hide myself. Sad that I don’t have a boyfriend/girlfriend. Sad that I only have one friend (thankful for her) but she will never know the true me. Only I will.

So yeah, that’s my rant. Tomorrow I’ll watch more of it and get hit with more and more loneliness ✨

#young royals #wille and simon #young royals season three #lgbtq problems #lonely #bi problems

[nicksbestie]

Could I request a Michael x nb!reader fic where Michael just tries his best to comfort the reader during a bad dysphoria day? Thank you, I hope you're well!! <3

:(( this one was personal to write but yes ofc :))

Rants

pairing: michael clifford x reader

warnings: ouch. dysphoria, self hate, angst, mention of insecurities (i think that’s it lmk if i missed any)

word count: 1548

<3

Michael was a complete stranger to dysphoria. He was a complete stranger to everything gender related, if you were being completely honest. It wasn’t an insult to him, but he had lived his entire life as a straight cisgender man. He had never had to sit and question why some clothes didn’t feel good, what label fit him best, what he wanted people to call him.

He had never had those breakdowns, crying for hours and wishing you didn’t have to deal with it, thay the answer could just be there in front of you, clear as day, all those frantic texts, hour long google searches trying to find something that would make you feel a little bit better in your skin.

It wasn’t his fault, and a part of you was grateful he didn’t understand. The immense pain and hatred that came with being under the trans umbrella was more thank you would wish on anyone, not even your worst enemy. There was the other part of you that wished he had lived it, that he did understand, solely because then he could help more. And don’t get you wrong, it’s not like he didn’t help, he just couldn’t understand the way your brain was working. It was something he would never be able to.

Despite this, he tried his best to help wherever you needed. He listened to everything you talked about when you had first came out. He asked questions when he had them and he did his best to educate himself and the rest of the band on current struggles. You greatly appreciated his support, and he was a shoulder to cry on when you needed it. You both knew too well that the world was cruel to people like you, unaccepting and unloving, except for the minority of people.

You had nothing to complain about with him. He was truly the best boyfriend you’d ever had. He’d shown his complete support and love in every single way he possibly could, and beyond that. You were so happy with him and had absolutely no regrets. Unfortunately for the both of you, there would always be things he didn’t know or couldn’t relate to, and that sucked because these things were incredibly difficult for you and he hated watching you hurt, especially when the cause of that hurt was something that was a part of you.

Which is why it absolutely broke his heart when he came home from recording with the band at the studio to find you crying in the bathroom mirror, pulling one of his hoodies over your head, using one of the sleeves to wipe tears and turning to walk out, not yet realizing he was standing there. Walking up to you and alerting you of his presence, he gently opened his arms without saying anything, giving you the option.

You took it, wrapping your arms around his middle and just holding.

Gently leading you back to your shared bed, he walked to your dresser and pulled out a pair of sweatpants, silently helping you change into them from your previous shorts you had been wearing. He knew when you had these moments you didn’t want to see too much of your body, regardless of how beautiful he thought it was. You trusted him enough to let him be here when you did have those days, and there was no way he was going to break that by pressuring you in any way. You two were sat on the side of the bed, Michael with one arm draped around your shoulders, your arms wrapped around your stomach.

“Do you want to stay sitting or do you want to lay down?”

A soft tone of voice, as if you were a stray animal he was scared he would spook if he spoke too loudly. And maybe he wasn’t entirely wrong. You were more vulnerable in that moment than you’d ever care to admit aloud. Not answering verbally, just turning and laying down, he quickly got the message and curled up next to you, the arm around your shoulders curling around your body and pulling you into him protectively, as if to use his “guard dog boyfriend” privileges to scare away your dysphoria. His hand came up to rub soft circles on your back, offering nothing but silent comfort, knowing you’d speak first if you needed it. If you didn’t for a while, he’d gently ask if you wanted to talk, and gauge his engagement based on your answer.

This had happened before, but you’d never really spoken about it. He wouldn’t get it, and you didn’t want to bother him. Eventually, he figured out sometimes it was just better to be there and say nothing than to try and talk it out if you didn’t want to. A smile graced his lips when you turned to face him and moved closer, craving the physical contact. You mumbled a sentence, so soft that if he wasn’t so close to you he wouldn’t have heard it.

“I hate this.”

“I know baby. I know. I’m so sorry. Is there anything you need me to do?”

“Just hold me. Promise me you love me. Even when I can’t love myself.”

“I can do that a million times over. C’mere. There’s still a few inches of space and you’re not in my arms. That’s a problem.”

A half smile, not a full one, appeared for a split second on your face. Obeying his request, you put yourself completely into his grasp, and true to his word, he held you.

“I don’t like this at all.” you whispered into his chest.

“I understand.” Two small, simple words. Two words that would normally be comforting sparked uncontrolled anger in you, and you saw red.

“But you don’t! You’ll never understand! You don’t get it! You will never have to feel the hatred that courses through me, the way it feels like bugs are crawling in my bloodstream. You’ll never experience the urge rip your skin off because it fits you like a too small dress from the dollar store. You don’t know what it’s like to wake up and see a person you don’t recognize in the mirror, like you’re watching someone else live your life but it’s not you. You will never understand. So don’t fucking say you do. A cis man’s insecurities will never measure up to this. It’s not, and never will be, the same.”

Hot tears were rolling down both of your faces at this point. Yours of anger and pain, Michael’s solely of pain. He wasn’t mad. There was no possible way he could be angry with you. In a way, you were right. He hadn’t experienced life the way you had, and therefore he wouldn’t be able to feel dysphoria the way you did. It wasn’t unfair of you to be angry, especially when you constantly faced backlash for simply existing as yourself. Regaining eye contact, he noticed you were still crying, and your eyes were full of regret. Believing he was mad at you, you turned your back to him once more. He sighed, and rolled you over to face him again.

“I’m sorry babe. You’re right. I can’t understand, but I will always be here. I love you beyond words, and if you ever need a thing from me that will make you feel better I swear to god I’ll drop everything to get it.”

His words were punctuated by a soft kiss and his hand carefully clasping onto yours. It was your turn to sigh.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. You didn’t deserve that. Thank you for everything you do to help me. It means more than you’ll ever know.”

“It’s okay. I forgive you. It’s gonna be alright.”

“I’m tired of hating myself Michael. How can you love me?”

He looked at you with one of the saddest yet most determined faces you’d ever seen.

“You don’t have to love what you see for someone else to love what they see. The body you were born with does not define you as a person, and I don’t think I realized just how much of a difference there was before I met you. Sure, I knew the gist of it, but you having to live life that way and some days having to only rely on your personality to show people who you are gave new meaning to that. I can love you easily because you’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met in my entire life. You have walked through hell and back alone, and made it out to tell the story. I will walk through hell and back by your side, if that’s what I have to do for your happiness. I value that over anything. You’re gorgeous, even when you don’t think so. You always are. And I’ll remind you of that until you believe it. I could keep going- you’re asleep.”

He quietly laughed. You hadn’t stayed awake to hear the end of his rant, but that was fine. You could continue it in the morning. Another kiss and a whispered “I love you” sealed the night for you two, and it wasn’t long until he fell asleep next to you.

hope you enjoyed!!

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[chipcommunereal]

how am i. experiencing gender envy for myself????? i look like that thats me in the mirror?????? what????????

#my brain is barely functional its past its prime #transgender #genderfluid #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtq problems #haha we stupid #gender dysphoria