(Source: whitelgbtqprivilege)For many of us, the label “queer” symbolizes an acknowledgement that through our existence and everyday survival we embody sustained and multi-sited resistance to systems that seek to normalize our sexuality, exploit our labor, and constrain our visibility. —Cathy J. Cohen “The Radical Potential of Queer Politics” (via artistsuffer)
(Source: skullxcrusher)Me, choosing a mate.
[Image description: The Pink Power Ranger jumps in the air and lands in a split on someone’s chest.]
I laughed so fucking hard.
professor remus lupin’s office being the Safest Place in the world not just for harry but for. all of his students. because he remembers how it felt to be young and scared and to not know who you could turn to, and even thought once he came out his friends welcomed him with open arms the part leading up to that was hard for him, accepting the parts of himself that were different — werewolf and queer — is always hard for remus, and he did most of it alone.
and remus remembers how dark that time had been and how scary it is to be alone, and he never wants anyone else to feel that way again, about anything. so if he notices a kid seeming anxious, or depressed, he smiles warmly but gently and asks if they want a spot of tea; and when he hears that a kid has come out he privately offers support and congratulations and affirmations of bravery; and if he sees someone having a hard time accepting themselves he will do anything in his power to help them, he’ll talk to them and share his stories and promise them that they are perfect and beautiful and loved.
because this is the best damn job he’s ever had, and he knows that teaching extends beyond demonstrating curses and showing off hinkypunks; for him it’s about letting his kids grow and fostering their talents and courage and personalities until they can shine bright and painlessly, and that matters to him. he does everything he can and he Loves every one of them, celebrates their victories and feels their pain and helps them up and admires them when they succeed
the summer after the year he taught, he received letters
"finally told mum and dad, and they took it well — luna’s coming over for lunch tomorrow, and this time i can hold her hand. - ginny w "
"gran doesn’t mind, says she loves me anyway and did you know my dad was like me, too??? - neville l"
"my parents are calling me "he," and george says we’re just more alike how, and i’m happier than i have ever been. thanks professor - fred w"
"i am still here because of you."
he kept them all to remind himself of the strength and beauty of the students he adored, and the progress that the magical community has made.
As a celebration of reaching 1,000+ followers and the success of my petition to get a gender neutral bathroom at my high school, I’ve decided to have a MASSIVE giveaway for my trans* followers!!
The prizes will be the following:
1. An autographed copy of Gender Outlaw: On Men, Women, and the Rest of Us by Kate Bornstein
2. An assorted pack of makeup that includes eyeshadow palettes, makeup brushes, and lipsticks
3. 2 chest binders of any color from sizes XS-XXL
UPDATE :(the winner has the option of winning breast inserts and binders or choosing between the two)
4. 3 pairs of silicone breast inserts size S-XL
5. $100 to pay your bills
1. You can like and reblog this post as many times as you want, there is no limit
2. You don’t have to be trans* to share, like, or reblog this post. But you MUST be trans* in order to win this giveaway. If someone who is cis, gets picked by accident another winner will to announced later on.
3. I want to give everyone as much time as possible to have a chance at the prizes, so the contest will be open until DECEMBER 1ST AND THE WINNER WILL BE ANNOUNCED THE FOLLOWING DAY
The winner will be chosen by a random number generator and will be sent a private message so that we can exchange contact info and decide what method will be best for them to receive their prizes
Good luck everyone!
- 911: what is your emergency
- me: straight people keep giving me their opinions
from left to right;
I am afraid to hold my boyfriend’s hand.
My friend’s parents sent her away.
I found death threats in my locker.
I submitted to electroshock therapy.
I lost half my friends after coming out.
My grandmother sends me hate mail.
My school won’t let me take my date to prom.
I am not here anymore.
My dad tried to beat it out of me.
No one is proud of me.
This showed up on my blog again. Forever reblog.
The “I am not here anymore.”
Oh my. This hit hard.
Could never not reblog. Long lasting, traumatising fear is being a closeted queer kid in a very straight conservative school, in a Tory-run area. You are out to maybe a few friends, but they’re not that supportive and say stuff like ‘you shouldn’t be so angry all the time’ and ‘try not to let it affect you.’
You are obsessed day and night with policing yourself-just enough makeup to look straight, wear the skirt today, did I look at that girl’s legs, and fnally and most terrifying of all, do my parents know?
You watch and carefully listen to people whom you plan to come out to, trying to figure out their reaction. The first time you come out, you are so scared you won’t even say it on school grounds.
You have no queer friends and your only support system is online. You come home exhausted from hearing homophobia and the fear of hearing it. You are never not tense at school. At home, you think you’re safe but you’re not.
You are always listening and watching people, trying to gauge if they are gay. You know that you look straight, so by the law of statistics there are others here. You wonder if they are as frightened as you are. Probably. You wish you could help them. you wonder if they watch you in the same hope. Years later, you will find out via Facebook (which you didn’t have then because you feared it would out you) that some people you knew well were gay.
On top of all this, you must always look happy, and working hard to pass your A-levels which will get you into university and away from here. You have to pass, because otherwise you will be stuck here.
The trauma of this experience will give you five different mental illnesses, and your first year at university is spent recovering from the last two years of school.
Yes. I think this is why “no one is proud of me” hurts so much more than “I am not here anymore.” Because they aren’t here, and that is sad and terrible, but I am still here, and what does it mean to still be here when you know there are so many people who would prefer you were not? What does it mean to keep going every day when (it feels like) no one is proud of you?
I was talking today about what it means to keep living when there are no models that tell you that you will be okay in the end. Where are the old queers? Where are the old trans people? Where are the old people who have been sad and in pain their whole long lives? Normally, I would talk about “older people” and about “elders,” but that’s not what I want. What I want is old people. What I want is something simple, a simple word, I want people who show me that it can be done. I want grown-ups. I want parents. I want a culture and society that raises and nurtures rather than quiets up.
Audre Lorde talked in an interview about how “it would have saved a lot of time" if she had known that there were other people with her identities struggling with the same things she struggled with. In Sisterhood and Survival, she talks about discovering the work of Angelina Weld Grimke, another Black lesbian poet who had lived in New York when Audre was growing up. “I often think of her, dying alone in an apartment in New York City in 1958, while I was a young black lesbian, in isolation not too far away, and I think of what it could have meant in terms of sisterhood and survival for each one of us to have known of the other’s existence, for me to have had her words, and for her to have known I needed them. That we are not alone.”
These were the thoughts somewhere beneath the surface when I was asking where are they? Where are my people? Why, in my life, do I always seem to do it for the first time? To be the first trans person you have met, the first person with slippery pronouns, the first to explain to you words other than gay and straight (and, growing up, to have done that!), the first willing to give you their language about how sick all of this has made them? I know that other people are doing this work, but where are they? How can I find them? And can they help me?
(Source: lui19h)"Barbecues," Rory Buchanan
I was taught
men marry women
have two point five kids
ranch homes in suburbs
with impossibly green lawns
pristine white picket fences
shop at pathmark and k-mart
buy tools from sears
go to church every sunday
pray for salvation
find mistresses when bored I was told
it was wrong to
love another man
touch the way I do
mingle spirits and fluids
feel okay about who I am
listen to my heart
expose the real me
admit to being gay I was warned
that if I swallowed my
slept with a man
I would burn in hell
fry forever So
I tell them
“Start the barbecue
basically gay marriage should be legal but it’s basically the least pressing queer issue there is. coincidentally it’s the one that allies care most about. haha ok come back to me when you care about the rates of homelessness and violence and suicide among queer youth
so, heaven forbid we just care about homeless, suicidal, youths all together? Heaven forbid we prevent bullying to ANYONE, not just one group? Why oh why can’t we watch out for each other? Why are more walls being put up? That’s what it feels like. It seems like once people start getting somewhere there is more anger and demands made that it is not enough.
For fucks sake people, can we just hold each other up? Are we going to start paying less mind to cis kids with issues because they supposedly have it easier? This is bullshit. Just bullshit. True equality is watching out for all bullied children, and also looking into the bully themselves.
Second rant of the day and I’m off it.
If one person is bleeding to death, one person has a scraped knee, and one person is fine, do you think that equality demands that everybody gets a band-aid and a pat on the back?
Or are we allowed to give the first and most urgent care to the people who need it most urgently?
(Source: softestfawn)seven devils all around me.: Cuz if there's one thing cis people really fucking hate
It’s a trans woman that loves herself and loves her penis.
Yes as a Cis person, that is the one thing I hate the most.
I’m a trans person and i don’t take trans people who love their genitalia very seriously so…
god truscum are gross
I am drunk right now an probably should not be making posts on an emotional subject: But fuck that person. Fuck. Them. It’s shit like that that has made my life EVEN HARDER than it has had to be. That has had me cutting up my chest and between my legs because I had to disavow myself of my body in order to be trans or to not want people to call me she. Does that make me trans enough? Does binding with ace bandages, despite shame-y Tumblr posts telling me to just buy a ($60) binder because I couldn’t live with myself with my chest unbound make me trans enough? Does my fucked up back and sciatica and chronic pain make me trans enough? Does my urinary cystitis from not peeing in public with its unsafe bathrooms? Does trying to make peace with my body so I can live long enough to try to change it make me trans enough? Does surviving make me trans?
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[Woody from Toy Story looks into the camera and promises “you’ll be fine, partner.”]
I’m pretty sure this is from Pixar’s “It Gets Better” video and while I have problems with that campaign, I do not have a problem with beloved children’s characters promising it is okay to be queer.
here’s to all the quiet queers.
all the queers who eat micro-agressions and secretly cry themselves to sleep.
the queers who dress the way their cis mothers told them to.
the queers who think about killing cis fucks every half hour, but never say a word more radical than “sorry.”
the queers who sip tea at their friend’s house while considering suicide, since that’s just about all they can think about.
the queers who are living double lives.
the queers who put on makeup at 2 a.m. in a hand mirror, making sure to wipe it off before school the next morning.
the queers who go to work dead and come home to see the world.
the queers who fuck, and suck, and kiss with the same hands and lips they use to eat dinner with their well-meaning shitty-acting parents
the queers who are ugly to you, too fat for you, running from you with lips sewn shut
here’s to the quiet queers, since it’s about fucking time we stopped shaming them.
All of this.
THIS BEAUTIFUL WOMAN
-Was RAPED along her best friend while her husband was tied up and forced to watch.
-Was diagnosed with uterine CANCER
-Had to get a DIVORCE because her husband was gay
What did she do about it all?
-Create a television show with her ex based on their divorce and friendship that still holds strong.
-Laughs just as hard today as she has in the past.
-Fights for the rights of the gay and lesbian community
-Works for the U.S. State department for the Public Diplomacy Envoy for Women’s Health Issues.
-Launched the ‘Cancer Shmancer’ movement, a non-profit organization dedicated to ensuring that all women’s cancers be diagnosed while in Stage 1, the most curable stage.
-Has won the following awards: Jon Wayne’s Institute’s Woman of Achievement award, Gilda Award, City of Hope Wom of the Year award, Hebrew University Humanitarian award, Albert Einstien’s College of Medicine’s Spirit of Achievement Award, City of Hope’s Spirit of Life Award, and the ”My Aid Award” for her achievements in support of cancer prevention and rehabilitation.
-She has been cancer free for 12 years.
Now tell me she is not an AMAZING Woman.
When people say they “Hate her” because of her voice, I just want to punch them straight in their faces.
This is Fran Drescher, and she is one HELL Of a strong woman.
Reblog, because Fran Drescher is amazing, and people are stupid <3
In case you don’t recognise her,she was on Friends and dated Chandler…
Here’s what she had to say about why she started officiating same-sex marriages!:
It is our duty to recognize that injustice exists and shift national consciousness to correct that injustice. Marriage equality is our opportunity to uphold our constitutional values, to stretch beyond our comfort zone and mature into a better version of ourselves. It is only by example that we may continue to be a beacon of freedom for the rest if the world. Love is love.
having body hair is awesome because it means i can offend men without even having to open my mouth
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