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Friendly reminder that tomorrow is the first day of pride month and if I see any biphobia, I will throw hands

This includes, but is not limited to:

saying that bisexuality excludes trans/nonbinary people (it doesn't)

saying that bisexuality is too binary (it isn't)

saying that bisexuality is outdated (again, it isn't)

saying/implying that bisexuals only care about gender rather than personality (which is gross and untrue)

derailing conversations on biphobia and its effects

excluding bisexuals from mlm and wlw spaces/discussions

speaking over bisexuals in conversations on the issues we face

refusing to listen to bisexuals if we say something is biphobic

ignoring bisexual history and activism

ignoring the present contributions of bisexuals to LGBTQ culture

making demeaning jokes about bisexuals or jokes that rely on negative stereotypes

stereotyping bisexuals in general

viewing bisexuals as 'half-straight'/'lesser' members of the LGBTQ community

and finally, speaking over bisexuals about the very definition of bisexuality

yes this includes saying things like 'that sounds more like [other sexuality]' or 'if you define your attraction that way you're [other sexuality] instead' in response to a bisexual person describing how they define their orientation for themself

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Strong-Armed

Fandom: Helluva Boss Characters: Sallie May, Moxxie, Striker, Blitzo Ship: Sallie May / Blitzo A/N: because I can, and she would. Let’s just assume this takes place post-games and pre-holy weapon discovery. Summary: Sallie May challenges Moxxie, Striker, and Blitzo to some casual arm wrestling with surprising results. 

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“Are you gonna pout the rest of the night, Tough Guy?” Sallie May teases from the doorway of the living room. 

“I am not pouting,” Moxxie says, but even he has a hard time believing himself. It doesn’t help at all that he crosses his arms over his chest and lets himself sink down on the couch just a little more. 

“Uh huh, sure,” Sallie May snorts, walking over toward him. She drops down to squat nearby, pressing her elbows into her knees and her cheeks to her knuckles. “I’d say it ain’t your fault you got your ass kicked, but it kinda is.” She grins at him cheekily. 

Moxxie turns a glare toward her. “If you’re trying to make me feel better, I assure you it isn’t working.” 

“Oh! I wasn’t,” she says with a chuckle. 

“Lovely,” Moxxie sighs, running one hand over his face. “Then if you’re done bothering me – ”

“I ain’t,” Sallie May says, and when Moxxie looks at her again she’s grinning just a little sharper. Suddenly she reaches out, roughly punching his knee. Whether or not he may have been hurting after the games didn’t seem to matter to her. 

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