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our-mlm-experience · 2 days
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why am i not making out sloppily with another boy rn? smh.
this homophobia is unacceptable.
I completely agree!
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our-gay-experience · 25 days
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you never owe ANYONE information on your identity. sexuality, orientation, gender identity, none of it! doesn’t matter who’s asking! they don’t have a right to know! you only have to tell people if you’re comfortable with it.
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Sorry for the vent but it’s so hard wanting to date as a gay trans man pre everything
I present femininely because my parents don’t approve of my transness but I’m out at school, and I want to date but the other transmascs around me are either younger or already dating someone. I know that even when I introduce myself with my pronouns and say outright hey I’m a trans guy, people still end up reverting to she/her.
I don’t want to date anyone who’s only attracted to me because they think I’m a girl, and it’s all just ugh. I hate it here
-Alex
Hi Alex,
I'm aroace myself, so probably not the best guy to give advice about this. That being said, I'd recommend checking out @punkspacepirate's blog.
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bambino1294 · 2 years
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watching Merlin for the first time with Emi (who has seen it before) and we’ve finished episode four
can I just say that Merlin and Arthur are so fucking gay??? hello???? “There’s something about you, Merlin.” in episode ONE???? this blonde himbo risking his whole life so that Merlin doesn’t die???? they have more romantic chemistry in one wordless interaction than Merlin and Gwen did in that whole kiss.
also the magic is 100% an extended metaphor for being gay, I’ve decided
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chipjrwibignaturals · 3 months
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literally so fucked up i can’t realistically just do socio-communication research my entire life. why must i have a “career” to “make money” and “care for myself”. i want to study fujoshis.
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im not sapphic but. the solidarity between gay men and lesbians means the world to me. shoutout to my best friend <3
literally my best friend is a gay man!! we’re in each other’s corners <3
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our-mspec-experience · 6 months
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I’m aro, allosexual, and mlm and mlnb. Those are the only things I’m sure of about my orientation anymore.
Certain Events I Won’t Get Into fucked me up enough to either lose interest in women or have that interest suppressed by anxiety and fear of the past repeating itself. I thought my orientation excluded women to the point where I was attracted to any gender where there wasn’t a trace of girl in the person. But then I met a girl at a trans support group meeting and she was cute but I wasn’t terrified? Maybe it’s just cis women I’m terrified of doing anything with, but maybe even if that’s true I’m transmisogynistic for feeling this way? I don’t know. Doesn’t help that I got a fantastic message from a trans woman on my kink blog I’m the past and spent multiple days getting over it.
I’m aro. I’m m-spec. I’m mlm and mlnb. I met a cute girl. Another cute girl has winded me up a bit. That is everything I know. And I gotta say, having some level of certainty is nice.
i’m glad you’ve found some certainty in your identity!
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forgondor · 1 year
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the biggest mistake the internet made in relation to the queer community was convincing bi women that they had more in common with bi men than with lesbians
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boyfailurr · 5 months
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every straight person that has said ‘is he 💅’ to any mildly effeminate man owes the entire queer community their soul . hope this helps
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I LOVE MEEEEENNNN!
ME TOOOOOOOO!
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our-gay-experience · 24 days
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trans gay boys/men/mascs/etcs you deserve the world
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bongwatershots · 9 months
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I would hate to be so miserable and hateful towards other people in my community that I only chose to only surround myself with people who have the EXACT experience or label I do.
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echidnana · 1 year
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absolutely loving exploring lesbian masculinity and gender. this is awesome
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stars-in-our-skies · 2 years
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thoughts of a boyfriend who visits me or even lives with me, cuddling and watching movies together, sharing domestic life and cooking dinner with them, introducing and showing them off to my family -- not out of a desire for any sort of approval, but out of pride for loving and knowing them -- taking them to all of the places i love, enjoying each other's company even when we aren't doing anything, sharing a bed... maybe i am a hopeless romantic
#nblm post#mlm pining#idk mlm nblm love pining yearning ETC ETC!!!!#ok but anyway#thoughts and prayers that i meet a cute boy this weekend at the convention#and that he lives within driving distance so he can visit me during the summer#and maybe we have a cheesy teenage romance that neither of us have ever had the opportunity to experience before#and we hang out at skate parks while i learn to rollerskate#and maybe he skates or maybe he just watches me and writes poetry#or maybe we have a picnic in the shade together#complete with our switches so we can play AC or whatever's on the switch these days idk#and at night we share my full-size bed#and i worry that i'll never be able to let someone into my bed but somehow it just feels complete with him there#and he protests to the plushies but i tell him that The Plushies Are STAYING#but maybe now that he's here i don't need most of them to hold me at night#and he smiles a little bit knowing that i don't lie alone in agony anymore#and he holds me and runs his fingers through my hair and kisses my head#and i for once feel like i can let my guard down around someone#and he's here and i can protect him and he can protect me#i finally feel like someone understands my soul#irregardless of any personal issues we might have#we are two souls who found each other in the sea of fire and flame#and there isn't a tomorrow or a yesterday to worry about#only the right now. only this love. only this one summer night.#GOD can you tell i'm starved for affection#sooo anyone going to an!me oh!o or what#indieposting#yearnposting
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gallusrostromegalus · 10 months
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I was raised agnostic and tend to remain ambiguous on theological matters.
-but my house has a porch on the second story that affords me a terrific view of my neighborhood and the Colorado Front Range and I was partaking of some peace before the 4th Of July Finger-Loss Festivities begin, and I have had a
~*Spiritual Experience*~
I just watched my neighbor try to unload an actual wooden pallet that had to have been forklifted into the back of his insecurity pickup worth of fireworks.
Except that he does not have a forklift in his garage.
He does have so much sports memorabilia and cardboard boxes of unsold MLM Merchandise and patriotically themed camping gear and posters of women in bikinis and flags of suspect political organizations in his garage that there is only BARELY enough space for the fireworks and certainly none for his truck.
So he had to unload the individual boxes of recreational explosives from the back of his truck and stack them in the minimal space he had cleared by hand. This is a tedious and time-consuming process as this neighbor has purchased a wide variety of recreational and locally illegal explosives instead of many of just a few types, so the individual boxes are rather small.
He begins, and this is crucial to what happens next, by cutting apart the industrial-grade saran wrap his explosives dealer had so carefully wrapped his merchandise in, and discarded it unsecured on his lawn.
Where Outdoor Conditions sometimes happen.
His process for unloading the fireworks is to 1. Climb up through the gate into the bed of his pickup truck (a feat made unusually difficult due to the slope of his driveway, and this man's fascinating decision to wear the world's Siffest and least Flexible Denim Overalls. 2. Once in the pickup bed, he selects ONE (1) box from the pile He is apparently from a niche religious institution that doesn't believe in stacking things. 3. Carries it awkwardly around the palette that barely fits in the truck bed 4. His wife yells "Be careful!" when he nearly falls out of the pickup. 5. He Yells "SHADDUP!" back at her. 6. The Large German Shepherd barks from inside the house. 7. He yells "SHADDUP!" back at her too. 8. He sets the (1) box down on the gate 9. Slowly and awkwardly climbs out of the pickup bed 10. picks the box back up, and carries it into the garage.
Question: Aren't you going to help this poor man? Answer: Absolutely Not.
There's four military veterans, MANY dogs, and several people with dementia in this neighborhood, all of whom are terrified by this chicanery every year and many neighbors have repeatedly asked him to maybe do the fireworks somewhere else. (This is the Eighth Year Running he's held a major demolition event in his driveway, and for those of you who can do math, you may be able to guess the precipitating incident to this little ritual) Additionally, I live in Colorado, a state marginally less prone to spontaneous and catastrophic conflagrations than a rotting grain silo, but only marginally. Our recreational explosives laws are written accordingly.
I am in fact calling the Non Emergency line to report Fireworks violations, and reading off the brand labels to someone named Dorothy, who is gleefully totaling up a SPECTACULAR fine for my oblivious neighbor.
However, while I'm on the phone with Dorothy, I notice the wind begin to pick up. and by "Notice" I mean "The Industrial Saran Wrap he left on his Lawn earlier is suddenly swept up about 100 feet into the air by an updraft intense enough to make my ears pop" And by "Pick Up" I mean "I look up to see the sky has turned a fun and exciting shade of glass green, and the bottoms of the clouds are bumpy and rounded, and the overall effect is not unlike looking up through the bottom of the cup at God's Matcha Boba Tea."
For those of you who do not live in places with Inclement Weather, these conditions mean "You have about 30 seconds before a Major Meteorological Event Occurs."
I move under the eaves. "Hang on Dorothy." I say, nose filling with Petrichor. "The show is about to be cancelled." "Oh, that doesn't matter!" Dorothy cheerfully informs me. "It's illegal for him just to possess those, no matter if he actually gets to set them off or not." "Terrific, because he's gotten maybe five boxes out of a hundred inside."
Sometimes, the weather gods are Merciful and give you a verbal warning, typically in the kind of thunderclap that makes your ears ring.
The Gods were not merciful today.
It's not often that I am in the time, place, correct angle or in a properly observational frame of mind to see this, But I got to see it today. Huh. I thought. I've never seen a cloud just DIVE for the ground before. Oh. I realized as it got closer. That's RAIN.
Sometimes, a thunderstorm will form in such a way that the rain that would normally be distributed over an area of say, five to tent square miles, is instead concentrated into an area of say, my neighborhood exactly.
So today, I was granted the rare privilege of being able to actually see the literal wall of water descend from On High and DIRECTLY onto my porch, my street, and my neighbor's truck, and his pile of unwrapped fireworks.
The sheer impact force of the downpour immediately scatters the teetering pile of fireworks boxes in the back of the truck, like the wrath of God striking down the tower of Babel. Boxes tumble, then are washed out of the bed of the truck by the deluge. Smaller Boxes are carried down the road in a little line by the stream forming in the gutter, like little impotent explosive ducklings.
My neighbor was definitely yelling something, but I could not hear what over the DEAFENING noise several million gallons of water makes upon high-speed contact with the earth's surface, but there was a lot of arm-waving and faces turning red as he went looking for the saran wrap that had probably blown to Nebraska by now, while his wife started disassembling the complex three-dimensional puzzle of interlocking material goods in search of a tarp. They do not have a tarp. They have one of those wretched Thin Blue Line flags though, and my neighbor jogs out in a futile effort to cover what's left in the truck.
Which is when the hail begins.
"HELLO?" Yelled Dorothy. "HI!" I shouted. "WE'RE HAVING SOME WEATHER!" "OH GOOD!" she shouts back. "WE NEED THE MOISTURE!"
I watch for a minute longer, but the loss was immediate and catastrophic- the hail is the size of marbles and dense and cares not for your pitiful cardboard and cellophane, ripping the boxes asunder and punching holes in the few things covered in plastic. The colors on the Thin Blue Line Flag are seeping all over the remains of that it was supposed to protect in a particularly apt visual metaphor. Not even the few boxes that made it into the garage are spared, as the German Shepherd escapes from indoors, and in an attempt to assist her humans, jumps directly into the small stack of not-yet-ruined boxes, scattering them into the driveway and deluge. She even picks one up so her humans will chase her around the yard, before dropping it in the gutter to be swept away.
So. I was raised Agnostic -but even I can recognize when God slaps someone upside the head and shouts "NO!" at them.
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