"”I’m not about winning the freaky sex competition (damn, I think we all want to be invited to the freaky sex competition). No, I’m all about exploding binaries. As I’d bet you are too. "
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”I guess my descriptive concept of femme, and this would be femme-ness for ME, and not for anyone else, would be finding comfort in presenting in a feminine manner; in wearing feminine clothing, and feminine makeup, and having feminine (perhaps longer?) hair. I suppose I should also find a way to distinguish between femme-ness and fagginess here, but I don’t know if I have the tools yet. (To be quite honest, I still wonder/worry about identifying as a fag, or using that term, because it’s not “mine,” because I’m not a cis-man or male-bodied person, and because the term has not been disparagingly applied to me by anyone. But that’s only because “dyke” “cunt” and “slut” were more culturally handy, as it were. If I inhabited a male body, you’d better believe this limp-wristed, Liza-loving, cock-sucking shit would be read as “fag.”)”
conflict, thy name is
walkin down the street with my queer cisbro, got called “faggots” by some dudes in a car. sad & angry that they felt the need to hate on two (what they perceived as) men walking together, but excited that they thought I was a man.
my dykey roomie/ex/wife/bestie who wants to be tumblr famous
“A Boi’s Life”, featuring Amos Mac: An intimate look at a slice of the new generation of queer identity: bois. Boi is a term used in the queer community to refer to a person’s sexual and gender identity, and it may include: a person who looks and acts like a young, heterosexual male and partakes in casual sex, a transman, an FTM or female to male, a submissive butch, or a bisexual gay with effeminate traits.
(Source: oscar-a-non-y-mous, via genderrific)
Me: Did you see that tattoo I posted on tumblr this morning?
Nym (beloved cis partner dude): Oh yeah, “die cis scum”!
Me: Well I thought it was awesome, and I’m gonna make a cake today with that written on it so I can post it. Any reason to make cake, pretty much.
Nym: nice.
Me: Now, obviously I don’t think all cis people should be killed or anything…
Nym: Well, yeah.
Me: …I just wanted to mention it because a lot of people were butthurt about that tattoo, so…
Nym: Oh, cry me a fucking river!
Me: Oh, I love you.(PS: sorry the photos aren’t the best, I was like *snap snap DEVOUR.*)
(Source: saschaeatsteeth, via queerultraviolence)
"You have to think about how something like that would look on you’re resume. People might make assumptions."
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My Dad, when I was deciding between volunteering at a GLBTQ health center and another more “nuetral” organization. I am gay. I felt ashamed. (via microaggressions)
daddy issues time: i had this brilliant plan to come out to my dad by slowly exposing him to my queer activities (“im in the queer student union” “blah blah rights for queers blah blah”). he ignored it and after months of pretending it wasn’t happening i finally just told him.
he informed me, among other things, that it’s a phase, that he worries about my eternal soul, that he “still loves me,” and that my little sister can’t visit because i talk too much about my “lifestlye.”
(Source: microaggressions, via microaggressions)
telling people that i’m a writer and telling people that i’m queer tend to elicit similar responses: pity and/or annoyance.
queer fam love!
