#QUEER PEOPLE
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dragoncuspid · 6 months ago
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Gay ass 😒😒😒
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yourdailyqueer · 6 months ago
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Chappell Roan
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Queer / Lesbian
DOB: 19 February 1998
Ethnicity: White - American
Occupation: Singer, songwriter, musician, drag artist
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sharkieshark · 1 month ago
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Gay people real holy shit
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queerasfact · 1 year ago
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I've heard its International Cat Day, so here's my collection of photos of Historical Queers And Cats
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Not sure which of his many many cats this is, but here's Freddie Mercury!
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Author James Baldwin with some of Istanbul's cats (photographed by Sedat Pekay)
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Self-Portrait with Thorn Necklace and Hummingbird by Frida Kahlo, featuring a cat on her shoulder (source)
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Pilot and race-car driver Roberta Cowell with a veritable handful of kittens
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Author and illustrator Tove Jansson, creator of Moomins, and owner of Psipsina (source)
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Performer, activist and spy Josephine Baker walking her cheetah, Chiquita
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Artist Rosa Bonheur napping with Fathma, one of her pet lions.
Happy International Cat Day!
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bizarreaizen · 3 months ago
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can we like stop acting like kids [specifically under 11] can't identify as queer ? like let them learn, let them experiment, they're growing and developing so let them be who they are and even if it's a phase, it doesn't matter, all of us go through phases but that isn't a bad thing, it just means you're learning more and more about yourself, a child identifying as queer isn't gonna ruin the world, just let them be kids and if that changes in the near future or not. it doesn't matter. by those people's logic, a child can't identify as straight or cis either. /gen
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thestarlightforge · 3 months ago
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“COME WITH ME”
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softgirltoughworld · 6 days ago
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Trying to find things that make me smile, having trouble lately, but trying. 🙂
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metalphoenix · 1 month ago
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Super heroes as an allegory for Queer and Trans Narratives
Forgive me if this is a little rambley I have already taken my sleep meds.
I was just thinking about why I like super heroes so much (they have been my special interested for probably around 8 years now) and I think because they can be seen as a queer allegory.
You have a separate life, one that you have to keep separate from your day to day life. That very much feels like being in the closet/mostly in the closet. That secrete life comes with a different name and different clothes. Trans people or Drag Artists anyone? Most of the time super heroes find each other and form a tight community because no civilian will understand their experiences. This mirrors queer people finding and building community. In both Marvel and DC older heroes will take younger ones under their wings to teach them and give them community. Queer people have taken me under their wing and I've done the same for others.
Theres also the isolation. Most heroes are only "out" as heroes to other heroes and maybe a few civilians they really truly trust. Or maybe no one knows. The knowledge that you have a huge secret. You are hiding a big part of your self. Maybe the part that is more you than the you everyone else knows. You know that if you tell or someone finds out, everything will change. Others may or may not except that part of you. You may loose people you love. Maybe the people who are close to you are pro heroes (Ned from Spiderman) or maybe they are not (Foggy from Daredevil) but either way there will always be a possibility of rejection.
The danger of being a hero also lines up. They wear masks, cowls, helmets, disguises etc, to hide their identities because if people knew they and the people they love would be in danger. Heroes who's identities are known (either by their own volition or someone else's) are also in danger. Batman keeps his and his kids identities under lock and key because everything goes wrong when the wrong person finds out. Jessica Jones does not because she's tired of hiding. Queer people weather in or out of the closet are also in danger of being outed. I've been outed before and it ruined one relationship and almost ruined another. I've lost friends and family because of being queer and nonbinary and I'm from a pretty liberal area. Just look up death, houselessness, rape, unemployment, suicide statistic etc. All of them are higher for queer, trans and intersex folks.
The last parallel I can think of is how both super heroes and queer/trans people exist outside of the system/establishment. Heroes and vigilantes work outside of the justice system because in most cases because they see it doesn't work. They are usually at risk of arrest by cops or in danger from the government (the Sokovia accords are a good example of this). Queer people exist outside of many establishments: The gender binary, amatonormativity, heteronormativity, the sex binary, etc. Queer people are also at greater risk of arrest and experiencing police violence.
IDK these are just my thoughts. I hope everything made sense. If you can think of any other ways super hero narratives mirror lgbtq experiences feel free to put them in the notes! (or not its whatever)
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ramcel · 1 year ago
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starsinthenigth · 3 months ago
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Alright, so, a little update on @lawrence86sblog and their dire situation. They gave me more information on how things are going in their life in a form of masterpost, which I assume they post on their account as well. I already made a post explaining how their lives are.
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I hope that this reaches enough people who can help them, along with many other queer individuals get the basic necessities for one's life. However, I stated on previous posts, they don't have a fundraiser and are unable to set one up due to, as they stated, being in Africa. I don't think that I can set up a fundraiser, because I'm not familiar with the concept of sharing money via the internet — however, if someone is willing and can set up one for them, I believe it would help them out.
Steren/Astro, out.
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dragoncuspid · 10 months ago
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I cut my hair again I finally have an even amount of layers and bangs hehe
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yourdailyqueer · 5 days ago
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M. Remi Yergeau
Gender: Non binary (they/them)
Sexuality: Queer
DOB: Born 1984
Ethnicity: White - American
Occupation: Academic, professor, writer
Note: Is autistic
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hopelesslyromanticgay · 1 year ago
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An Americano, Please? Part 3
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Word count: 1.3K A/N: Just an FYI, I don't usually upload twice a day, I just felt particularly inspired today. As always, italics in quotation marks signify the speaking is using romanian dialect.
Y/N's POV:
I gotta admit. It hurt when Jenna didn't send me a text immediately. It's been two days, and still nothing.
Maybe it was a meaningless banter. Oh well. I guess I just really thought something could come out of it.
"What are you sulking about?" Nessa asks me one day after our shift. 
"I'm not sulking, I'm just a little sad because I didn't get a text from someone," I explain, "It's not like she owed me a text or anything, but I don't have to be ecstatic over the fact that she hasn't done so."
"Oh my god, you're into the American one," Nessa exclaims, "I knew it! I mean, she's gorgeous. Like if I were into girls I would definitely be into her." I take a sip of my cortado (half espresso, half milk) as I listen.
"Well in any case, she's probably not interested."
"Stop sulking, Y/N," Nessa scolds me, "Let's do something fun. Gotta get your mind off of this girl."
Since our shift just ended, and we have a whole afternoon ahead of us, Nessa and I take her car to Predeal, the closest thing to a modern city we have around here.
It's about seven miles, so about twenty minute drive. The town's mostly filled with ski resorts, but there's a few fun places to shop.
A great deal of the afternoon is spent sitting outside a store judging the tourists. 
"Oh my god she's probably saying something stupid like, 'I know it's winter but my husband will love this hawaiian T-shirt I bought in Romania,'" Nessa mimics the normal thought process of the typical tourist.
"This guy's even worse though,"  I stifle a laugh, mocking his actions.
After a thorough mockery of all of the Predeal tourists, we head back to our town, content with our afternoon.
I still haven't stopped thinking about Jenna, though. I wish I could have gotten to know her better. It's so nice to finally have someone I can talk to in English.
All I can do is hope that she comes back to the shop. Even then though, she probably won't want much to do with me.
Nessa drops me off at my apartment, waving goodbye. Almost instantly, I shed my winter coat, relieved by the warmth of the building.
The first thing I do is turn on the TV and open Netflix. A new baking show just dropped, and I'm not the type to turn down new entertainment.
The show turns out to be a combination of baking and engineering. It seems cool, but it's hard to tell from the first episode.
My phone lights up with a bright reminder Remember to feed Cupid!
Sighing, I get up from the couch and grab my fish flakes.
Cupid is my purple betta fish. She's about a year old and as of yet hasn't had too many health issues, which is super lucky for both of us. She's at the point where she recognizes my face. So when I go up to the tank, fish feed in hand, she eagerly swims up to the glass.
"Hey Cupid," I laugh, sprinkling some food into the tank.
After feeding her, I head back to the couch, where I continue watching my cooking show. Before I know it, I'm five episodes in and the sun is starting to set. I look out of the window, trying to gauge the temperature and weather condition.
It's a fairly clear twilight right now. There's a good chance I'll get to see stars tonight. Actually, I've decided I will see stars tonight.
I don my winter coat and make my way down the apartment complex stairs. One of the perks of not living in a huge city is that I can see the night sky beautifully.
One of my favorite places in town is on the outer edges of it. At this point, all of the buildings are housing, be it apartments or actual houses. The long stretches of pavement are perfect for strolling down while admiring the night. 
Not a lot of people choose to come out here late at night, which is honestly their loss. I wouldn't necessarily say I'm super into nature and the great outdoors, but when I am outside, I can find an appreciation for my surroundings.
So that's how I found myself strolling the streets of Bușteni Romania, not looking at the cement in front of me.
BAM! I find myself crashing into another person, almost knocking both of us over.
"Fuck, I am so sorry," I find myself defaulting to english, "I- I mean, I'm so sorry, are you okay?"
"Y/N?" A familiar voice asks.
"Jenna?" It may be dark, but I can just barely see the details of her face. God I hope she's not mad.
"Yep, it's me," I hear her faintly laugh.
"Are you okay? I almost knocked you over."
"I'm okay, just a little rattled."
"Sorry for that again," I apologize, "I should have been watching where I was going." 
"You could make it up to me by walking me to my apartment?" she offers.
"I'd like nothing more," I laugh, linking my arm with hers and we start to walk.
"So, Y/N, tell me about yourself," she starts the conversation.
"Well, my name's Y/N L/N, I work at a coffee shop. I speak English and Romanian, which is useful for when people like you come to the shop."
"I know that stuff," she interrupts me, "what do you like to do outside of work?"
"You know, the normal things, be around the people I care about, watch shows, I read sometimes, listen to music, that kind of stuff. What about you?"
"Well for starters, I'm Jenna Ortega, I also love to read and listen to music," she tells me, "I also like to write though, I have like, twenty scripts and stories sitting in my FinalDraft™ folder."
"Damn, you must really like writing," I respond, "that's pretty awesome."
"I guess so," she shrugs.
"Have you ever considered publishing your work?" I ask.
"Yeah, I actually published a book called It's All Love," she answers proudly.
"That's like, the coolest thing anyone's said to me all day," I tell her.
"I guess I'm just a cool person," she jokes, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, only an arrogant person would say that."
"No, you have reason to say, it. You're a published author, the lead in a TV show, and fun to talk to. Don't discredit your own awesome-ness." 
She laughs, "thanks for saying that."
"Sure thing." 
"So, does your offer to take me around town sometime still stand?" she changes the subject.
"I'm a woman of my word, Jenna, if you still want a tour, you have my number," I remind her, trying to sound kind and cool at the same time. Which is kind of challenging.
"Oh my god, I forgot to text you, didn't I," she gasps, "I'm so so sorry, Y/N. I've just had so much going on." She starts to talk herself into a panic, "I have work for like, eight hours a day, plus cello lessons, plus german and fencing, it's just so much." If I had known how busy she was I never would have felt so hurt. That must be so overwhelming.
"Hey, it's okay, I'm not mad about it." Which is true. 
"That's such a relief," she exhales, "again, I'm so sorry."
"Hey, Jenna, it's okay. How about the next time you have a day off, we get in touch and I take you around town."
"Well, conveniently enough, my next day off is tomorrow, so how about I see you then?" she offers.
"I wouldn't be opposed to that," I smile, doing my best to hide how excited I am for this.
"Well this is my place," she announces, "thank you for walking me home." 
"Anytime," I reply, sad to know the night is ending. She heads through the door to her apartment, leaving me to walk the short five minutes to my apartment alone.
As soon as I get home, I dash to my bedroom, putting on pyjamas and getting ready for bed. I'm tired from the day. At at the same time, I'm so happy I got to see Jenna. I'm so excited that she wants to see me again, maybe tomorrow! I can't wait to get to know her better.
My phone lights up with a text from a new number
                       +1 ***-***-****
Does 11 AM tomorrow work for you?
-Jenna
I smile, quickly texting back 
                               Sure thing, see ya then :)
I can hardly wait.
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itsbansheebitch · 1 year ago
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“I” Stands for Invisible
The amount of queer people who don’t know what Intersex means is insane. The very concept destroys any argument against Trans people, Non-Binary people, etc. It opens the conversation to sex vs gender on a bigger scale.
Intersex people are literally having non consensual surgeries done on them AS BABIES. You want to talk about kids getting mutilated against their will, let’s talk about how Anti-Trans bills will ALWAYS say “No one is allowed to get gender-affirming surgery UNLESS IN THE CASE OF INTERSEXUALITY” Like, bitch what???
ALSO, when you get a surgery as a baby (especially when your parents don’t know) you grow rapidly, as babies do, the surgery scars stretch and tear. Imagine your private parts tearing and not knowing know why. That is legitimately terrifying.
I honestly think that one of the reasons we don’t talk about Intersexuality is purity culture. We are incredibly uncomfortable around topics concerning genitalia. If people approached the topic from a purely biological and sociological perspective, maybe we would be more open to this conversation, but idk. Someone who is actually intersex would know better than me
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slow-burn-sally · 1 year ago
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Can I just say how much I love how everyone in the cast of Our Flag Means Death (both seasons 1 and 2) is just HOT AS FUCK, but like in Queer and Non Standard ways.
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