Queer - Blog Posts

How many gifted young "boys" turned out to be puppy girls who don't want to be valued for their intelligence at all anymore? Cause I know it's not just me

I catch myself doing the trans-masc thing of god awful posture to hide my chest around my family.

Except that I'm trans woman. I made this problem myself. Willingly.

I find it really funny to say that I'm a trans woman who has had multiple ultrasounds and an epidural and it will just confuse the hell out of some people. Like no I can't get pregnant, but believe me I'm definitely trying to.

I'm slowing coming to the realization that people truly only get their blood drawn maybe once a year. I got it done 6 times in November (they all had negative test results).

The troubles of chronic pain/illness.

For 5 hours I was between urgent care and the hospital for side pain. I've had it for a week now.

I did X-rays and a CT scan.

They sent me home with nothing wrong with me.

I hate everything, I am still in fucking pain.

these dragons are QUEER!!!

My fav dainty little fellow

Wdym the male character who doesn't undress around other people wearing several layers of clothing has a slightly higher pitched voice than the others around them and can do a strikingly impressive female voice and whose chest is only shown once after depetrification which we know heals scars in dcst is trans coded?

Fuck Trump

and fuck the people who pretend we aren’t fucking real we are! We’re not mentally ill we’re fucking us.

In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

repeal pride flag ban in Durango Colorado schools

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Sign the Petition

Repeal Durango School District’s Political Symbol Policy

banning of Pride flags and BLM flags in Durango Colorado schools

on October first, the Durango 9r made the decision to ban pride flags and Black Lives Matter flags from school classrooms. Please sign our (the student’s) petition to stand up for basic human rights and self expression.

OUR EXISTENCE IS NOT POLITICAL. IT IS HUMAN.

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Sign the Petition

Repeal Durango School District’s Political Symbol Policy

or go to change.org and find the petition “Repeal Durango School District’s Political Symbol Policy”

HAPPY PRIDE TO MY FELLOW BITCHES, BROS, AND NONBINAEY HOES!!!

Reblog if you support non-binary people <3

(I'm trying to prove a homophobic person in my class wrong :3)

Gravity Falls LGBTQ+ Headcanons 

Dipper: Straight 

Mabel: Straight 

Stan: Bisexual

Ford: Panromantic; Demisexual

Soos: Pansexual

Wendy: Bisexual

Bill: Autoromantic, Asexual

Pacifica: Straight

Candy: Bisexual; Non-binary 

Grenda: Straight 

McGucket: Pansexual 

Gideon: Straight

Blubs: Gay 

Durland: Gay

Robbie: Non-binary 

Tambry: Genderfluid

Thompson: Gay

Lee: Straight

Nate: Straight

Bud: Queer

Blendin: Gay

Toby: Queer 

Let me know your headcanons

Werewolf Vampire Hunter :]

Nico Ironside is a werewolf who is made to hunt vampires by his, frat house like, pack who are incredibly racist towards vampires. This is odd because both werewolves and vampires hunt humans for food. They are no better. Nico isn't very good at it though.

He got turned while one of the wolves in the pack was trying to eat him and actually turned him, leaving a huge bite mark on his shoulder and a scratch on his eye, leaving him half blind.

He wears silver cuffs to build up a resistance to it, like you would an allergy.

I can’t wait to see the generation of artists that end up making beautiful paintings and works of art, and it all started by making fanart of ships they admire… Oh wait.

Reblog if you're black tumblr.

You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and your for us.

The most backhanded compliment ever😭

So cute🥹❤️

how to solve a rubik’s cube a gay valentine’s/anniversary comic about trying to impress a boy (my now boyfriend) [rbs&follows>likes]

Started “Loveless” by Alice Oseman last night and now it’s 3 am and I’m on page 312. Needless to say, I love it.👏👏👏👏👏🧡💛🤍🩵💙

Comfort as a trans beast 😌

Sick art btw! It’s beautiful!

GENTLE BEAST ⛓✨🌷

I feel like we can all agree that labels can either bring people comfort or make people feel like they are being put into boxes. So on that note, I wish you all a good day, and I hope you find comfort with yourselves whether or not you identify with a label.

Hey y'all, this person is a TERF pretending to be a trans person for reasons that are, I assume, comedic to this humorless husk of a bigot.

They have been reblogged art, selfies, and trans positive posts from me with bigoted statements in an attempt to harass me, and I felt it might be especially important to point them out since they're using some trans terminology and have a trans flag in their pfp. But, don't be fooled. They are using transparent TERF talking points and even referring to themself as a TERF in their comments.

I would advise not interacting and just blocking their ass, like I have.

Dean Winchester - bi

Jack Kline - nonbinary

Castiel - demisexual, nonbinary, and gay. I personally believe him to be pan and would’ve fallen for dean without a second thought of gender but he’s just such an absolute gay icon I couldn’t not put him with the rainbow flag

Kaia Nieves - lesbian

Crowley - pan

Claire Novak - lesbian

Sam Winchester - pan, nonbinary. Canon he/they my beloved🥰 

Charlie Bradbury - lesbian

Billie - genderfluid

Rowena - bi

Chuck - bi

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+bonus

John Winchester is #superstraight 😘

» GIRLS LIKE RED — capa teste

⟅01.10.2023 — eu não sei dizer o quanto que estou orgulhoso de mim com essa capa, eu venho tentando fazer essa capa há um bom tempo e enfim pude ver meus amores nascerem... Estou EMOcionado, juro. a inspiração pra ela foi o que vocês estão vendo, amo essa música e acho que ela é perfeita para elas, meus chuchus <3

“I haven’t cried since I started T” weird way to confess you’re not plucking your nose hair

The tBoy equivalent of ovulating is week 2 post shot and the third week is spent unfollowing all the hot men I followed bc of a thirst trap

On being gay (a poem I regret writing for class)

I am afraid someone will know. I am afraid they will smell the rotten thing in my mouth, on my hands, between my legs.

I'd like to proclaim this rotting growth is dying under bigotry and insults. But I grew around hatred, leaving a hollow shape that looks like kids carrying signs they can't read, holidays for mass I get dirty looks at, "sodomite" the worst thing to be called. My parched broken pieces embrace all too eagerly the sweet poison that smells like cow shit and magnolia.

"What have you done to my little girl", the sentence hovers, unsaid, the knife that is yet to be thrown, that already left a hole in my stomach. "What have you done to my little girl," dad, I'm going back to Ithaca.

Beyond the sea are the best part of me, the haircuts head in the bathtub that stinks of cheap dye and the tattoos I wanted when I was eleven. Behind the sea it's New York in 86.

It's unfurnished apartments, empty cupboards. It's glitter and luxury just a five fingers discount away, envy like ice cube in the spine, anger towards all the honest people who don't convert prices into week-worth-of-groceries. It's sewing in a makeshift workshop when you don't know how to sew, under the careful guidance of a makeshift mother. It's the teeth, the biting, the original sin behind the masks of decency. It's ambition, desperate, relentless, bloody.

I see it, my Ithaca, on a stage in Marseille, and in Arial 12, black and white, on a flimsy piece of paper ; someone saw a man love someone like me and thought,

"This love needs glitter, warm lights and electric guitars."

This poem deserves a steady voice, precise gestures and a perfect mastery that gives an air of clumsiness. It is so sincere, so raw, that tenderness, it needs a ballet of smokes and lights.

Jean Genet loved Abdallah Bentaga and it's like a broken raft in my odyssey. Because I too am a painted creature obsessed with my own spectacle, and when Jean loves Abdallah, it's like he loved me too. 

Even if we need makeup to conquer the unthinkable, the grotesque of what we are. Even if our Venus got murdered on a moldy mattress in a cheap motel ; on stage, in front of a full audience, an old man almost touches an adonis. Even if a man lays with a man the way one lays with a woman, they both did something terrible. Even if we are out too late at night, we go home bruised or we don't go home ; on stage, in front of a full audience, an old man almost touches an adonis.

But maybe we are wrong and they are right to try to save us. Maybe God is real and he hates me. Maybe there is something profoundly treacherous and vile inside of me. Maybe I will have regrets and admit that Oh wasn't Troy that much better? Wasn't there in this time of bloodshed, some kind of comfort? Oh the honors, oh the glory!

But there is Philippe Torreton, at night, in the theater, under warm lights and glitter showers. And holy shit how hot are we, we the faggots, when we love each other on stage. How fabulous for a man to love an artist, how tender, for a man to love a boy trying to kill himself.

I recognized Ithaca when I picked my name. I disown her every time I introduce myself.

"Antharès? Where is that from? Is it greek?"

I answer well actually ehm basically it's it's a star in ehm a constellation and ehm well it shines brighter than the others.

Anthares, it's Trans, actually. Just like Noah, Aiden, Eliott, Alex, Sacha, Ariadne and Jasmine. To the mean laughter waiting to happen, that's the answer. It's trans, and when I picked it it was meant to be obvious. To tell the whole world, fuck the tides, fuck election day, fuck the groundswells, I'm going back to Ithaca.

Not as Captain, but as a half baked writer not old enough to be a fuck up yet, in all the the stain of my obsessive perfectionism, my obsessive ambition, my obsessive pessimism. In all the forbiddance of what happens in my bedroom.

I count the coins of my entertainer's allowance that I put in kraft envelopes for the black priest that will mutilate the divine feminine off of my body. And all of Ithaca's ghosts count with me. They smell of dirty streets and hospitals, they are made of glitter and seafoam. If they send me to hell I'll suck Lucifer's dick like it's the body of Christ and I'll know if angels are circumcised.

Michelangelo saw David in a marble cube, and he saw me too like I was always there. I sculpt the curve of my shoulders with a needle, the flat of my chest with a kitchen knife. I learn my voice and how I smell. I learn with the sweet words of the poets how you say sweet words to a man when you are a man. From boys I learn to be a boy, how to behave and what to say ; what is a man on stage on what do I need to do to be applauded.

I make myself with powders and push ups and birthday presents a body Argos will recognize. I was always there, like the flour before the bread, like the grapes before the wine, like the mud before the home. I am Pygmalion. I am Galatea. My hands are the divine creation. I am going back to Ithaca.

I have been running to you since my first step

I have been kissing you since my first kiss

My Ithaca

Happy Aromantic Spectrum Awareness Week, y'all!!!!

Be yourself, embrace your aromanticism, and don't let anyone tell you who you are or who you should be!!

💚💚🩶🤍🖤

Am I the only one who has a few specific friends who I'm really close with and love to be around, and, if they wanted to, I'd be completely down for making our relationship into something different (romantic, queerplatonic, etc.), but at the same time, I don't activity have a crush on them or want to push for a different relationship bc what if they don't feel the same way or don't know what queerplatonic relationships are.