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“I was a baby butch who had never heard the word and so didn’t know what to call myself until I first heard that word out loud in 1992 in the back stacks of Little Sister’s bookstore. I wore second-hand army boots three sizes too big and cut my own hair with clippers and met what I didn’t know at the time was my first femme lover and bought my first necktie and she called me handsome and that one word handsome made up for two decades of knowing I was never really all that pretty.”
— Tomboy Survival Guide by Ivan Coyote
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there’s something so fucking magical about bookstores and libraries
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nothing has been more important to my being queer than when i went to my first pride parade, got seperated from my group, had a panic attack about it and was sitting on the side of the road holding a tiny genderfluid flag and freaking out. then this six foot five drag queen in four inch heels appeared from literally nowhere and sat down next to me. i, this scared-shitless trans bi kid at pride for the first time, very nervously told her she looked pretty and i told her my name and that i got lost and didn't feel like i should be at pride and she held my hand and said "oh, honey, everybody deserves to be here, especially you. pride is for everybody who's ever gotten lost, who's been scared of who they are or where they are. you think we never been scared before? pride's for you, honey, because you're scared. you don't have to be proud right now, but you're gonna be one day, honey, i'm sure of it."
i found my group soon after that and i never saw that queen again but to this day i am convinced i met an angel.
so yeah. pride is for you. pride is for all of us.
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2024!
SMILE MORE.
READ A FUCKED UP BOOK.
SEE A FUCKED UP MOVIE
WRITE EVERYTHING DOWN
LOVE YOUR OWN COMPANY
EAT FRUIT
LAUGH HARD
HOLD HANDS
LOOK UP AT THE SKY
THROW YOUR PHONE IN THE RIVER
GO OUTSIDE IN THE RAIN
DONT WORRY ABOUT FALLING IN LOVE
START DOING WHAT YOU WANT. ONLY
FOLLOW JOY
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Hidden Lake and Boulder Pass, by Darren Umbsaar
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In case nobody’s told you today, you’re worthy. You’re valid. I’m glad you exist
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I need to see more butches. Like everywhere. I need butches in media, butches walking down the street, butches teaching me to change a tire on youtube, butches doing clickity clickety asmr with their short ass nails, butches talking about their favorite books, butches nodding at me. Butches who call themselves butches.
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Do you ever just wonder if you cross someone’s mind as they’re driving home, doing dishes, laundry, the mundane things when it really matters
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been thinking about the word queer lately and it just means so much to me and it's so hard to put into words
like yes "not gay as in happy but queer as in fuck you" but also it feels like so much more
queer feels like a snuggly soft blanket you can burrow into
queer feels like coming in from the cold to find a warm mug of hot chocolate made just for you
queer feels like a tight hug from someone you care about
queer feels like a friend you haven't seen in ages but when you get together it's like you were never apart
queer feels like the first crisp autumn day where you can put on a fuzzy sweater and boots or the first spring day when you can take off your jacket and let the sun warm your skin
queer feels like an afternoon nap with a cat snuggled in your lap or on your chest or at your side purring so softly
queer feels warm and happy and soft and inviting and welcoming
queer feels like "I love you" and "you belong here"
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