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let's start shipping same sex homophobes that bully gay people together and see what will happen
thats it.
It's like why do I STILL have parent issues at 22 like I'm too ooooold for it damn why can't yall like get your shit together, you've had 22 years to do it!
i hate how my standards are “don’t be homophobic”. like that’s it.
even in my mind i “rank” homophobia as not as important an issue (compared to misogyny) even though misogyny 1 can’t be compared to homophobia 2 is the root of most homophobia
✨bias and bullying made me like this✨
(never got bullied but i saw it happening a few times, to the same gay boy 🫠)
i’m in a winter mood, (i’m) dreamin’ of spring now
i miss sitting in the back of a pickup truck with my best friend. playing in the mud and making swords out of sticks. boys will be boys (until one of them’s a queer). We were like family until i came out was outed. if you read this i think you’d know who you are. cause you said i was your only friend and then spat in my face the next day. that awful day. all i wanted was for things to stay the same. all i want is my childhood back. please. my lips are bloody and my knuckles are bruised. i’m the same person i was back then, so why the hell don’t i mean the same thing i used to mean to you?
someone help me please 🙏 .
what are the ways to show your support to the community? because im fr struggling.
im extremely supportive to the community but my family makes fun of me for being lgbtq since i accidentally told them or they possibly knew 😨 .
i came out two yrs ago as pansexual, and they keep making fun of that sexuality, outing me to multiple strangers or family members so i feel like they don’t know how much that affects me.
as a queer living in a household where ppl are lgbtqphobic and using slurs, it's really really disturbing for me.
i am currently closeted and not telling anyone irl atm since that happened and they don’t know my true sexuality nor gender and they lost all respect for me cause of my lgbtq identity.
they constantly make homophobic, biphobic, etc comments about me and keep mislabeling me as “bisexual” when im pansexual is SO ANNOYING.
I hate it so fucking much.
i have a hard time becoming friends with boys due to comphet so i don’t know what to do or what to say cause im stuck.
i’m currently identifying as a lesbian and they don’t know that (even though calling me a lesbian as an “insult”), so what can i do without feeling drained, feeling like i cannot support our community or actually feel like you can't do anything, etc.
i really need help w my sexuality cause im so lost.
how do i support the community without my sexuality being brought up??
and how to actually feel comfortable with labels without feeling uneasy.
i really need the best support rn, im going through a lot.
my friends are making fun of me for being lgbtq and calling me slurs, and being extremely horrible.
i am thinking about going to the school administrators and asking them to make an lgbt club for kids at my school. i need reasons for this to be legitimate. here are some of mine: -kids need a place where they can feel like they are not alone - they also need to know that there are other people going through similar situations -kids need a place to feel like they belong -how to deal with dysphoria and homophobia within their community feel free to add more
My shitty little brother (Who is 11) has struck again.
He said that I was semi-gay. I identify as queer/part of the LGBT community, as I can’t seem to find a label that fits me. He won’t seem to understand that gay and every other orientation are different things. He then proceeded to say these things:
- “You gay fuck!”
- “You gay motherfuckers!”
- “Move it, your gayness!”
- “Move your butt, your gayness!”
Heavy sigh
Once again fell for the trap known as "assuming that someone isn't a homophobic asshole"
I’ve gotten in trouble at almost every Thanksgiving family gathering starting from the time I reached about thirteen because I kept calling out my uncles for being racist, homophobic, or sexist.
(And then everyone got mad at me for starting arguments. Um??? I??? Never?? started it?? I just refused to let it go when they said horrible things.)
One time I flat-out told one of my uncles he was a bigot and he got super super offended. Insisted that he was not a bigot, and that I must never call him that again. I was fourteen at the time and I was cowed enough to apologize for saying that and to agree to not do it again. Still regret how I folded, sometimes, but at least I made it clear I still believed he was wrong.
Several times it’s been me debating against four or five of my uncles at once. Four adult men, one teenage girl. Everyone else always refuses to get involved, standing around with these uncomfortable looks on their faces. One of my aunts thinks it’s disgraceful, how much I’ll argue with ‘the men of the family’. It doesn’t feel like I ever accomplish much of anything by doing this, but I can’t just do nothing.
It’s hard because I’m close to my extended family, particularly some of my cousins who are my age, and I know that they all love me. But I cannot stand the things that they (my uncles and a couple of my aunts especially) believe. My mom agrees with me that they’re wrong, but always gets angry with me when I argue with them about it. ‘You don’t talk about politics with family,’ she says. ‘Family’s what will be there for you when everyone else leaves you, don’t alienate them.’ ‘Let it go, you’re never going to change their minds.’ ‘You’re embarrassing me.’ I’m always the one in the wrong for daring to speak up.
I don’t think my mom really understands that I cannot be silent about these things. If I am silent, I am complicit. If I say nothing, then it’s as good as agreeing. I can’t do that. I just can’t, even if she thinks I’m starting drama without good reason and punishes me for it.
Sometimes I think that I should cut contact with my extended family entirely, for some of the horrible things they believe - if any of them openly advocated for violence, I would. But they don’t go that far, and I love them too much to erase them from my life right now. (Also, my mom thinks I’m insane for even contemplating that maybe I should. Cut contact, that is. Because in our family, where our parents and grandparents were refugees and immigrants when they arrived here and had only each other to rely on, family is everything. To her, family matters more than politics, every time. I don’t quite agree with her on that.) But if I am to continue keeping them in my life, the very least I can do is to speak up when I know something is wrong, and to refuse to be silent, no matter how many people get angry with me for it.
I’m always glad to see people saying that yes, it’s right to call your family out when they do something racist/homophobic etc., because everyone in my immediate life says that I’m childish and immature for doing it, and that there’s no point in doing it. I hope though that maybe some of the things I say will get through to my uncles’ children, at least, if not my uncles themselves.