#Queer writing

[going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi]

[longlostlesbian]

no matter what anyone says. im still trans. i could stay in the closet forever and i’d still be trans. you could misgender me on my headstone and i’d still be trans.

even if the world “eradicates” trans people, i’d still be trans. if there wasn’t a word for transgender i would still be trans. if transgender people were erased from history we would still be trans, because we existed and we were trans.

i am and will always be transgender. no matter what people say about us. we have always been here and we still always stay here, even if you dont like it.

[anoddrock]

Reminder: romantic love is not inherently greater than platonic love.

I always see it phrased the other way around, saying platonic love isn’t less valuable. That irks me a bit.

Believe me, both are amazing. But I Definitely feel platonic love more strongly than romantic love. If the romantic love isn’t an addon to preexisting platonic love, then personally I just don’t get it.

Because I am deeply in love with some of my friends. I forget it sometimes, and then I hang out with them and it’s just. Joy. Giddy. I’m me again. But it’s truly platonic! It’s not ‘Just Platonic’ - that’s undermining!! I legitimately feel this love to my core! It’s in my heart and soul and bones! But it just…isn’t romantic. To me, it’s much bigger, because romance is bonus content, not a standalone.

Romance fills out spaces that you didn’t know were there. It’s like having dessert. It’s connecting dots you might not have otherwise connected, but that aren’t essential to the story. It’s deciding to paint your nails this week instead of just trimming them.

I want to spend my life with the people I love, but romantic attraction isn’t its own book in my library of feelings. Romantic attraction is taking a well-worn copy of one of your favorite books, and filling it with annotations and sticky notes, double underlines and exclamation points. But the book itself isn’t romantic attraction, it’s the friendship that you have, familiar and well worn and deeply, deeply loved.

I couldn’t annotate a book I didn’t have. But I have a vast library around me full of books, and maybe I’ve tried annotating one or two, but as of right now, there’s only one book that’s felt right to have properly annotated.

But even if I’ve only annotated this one book, that doesn’t mean I’ll stop reading the others. No, I couldn’t ever stop reading. Sometimes there are new books that I end up not keeping, but there will always be a shelf of books that I could reread endlessly. The fact that I don’t annotate them doesn’t mean I don’t love them, and that they haven’t impacted me to my core. It just means I didn’t annotate them.

[farmerlesbian]

Came across this call for submissions and wanted to share it with yall! I am in no way affiliated with the magazine, just want to share for anyone who might be interested.

Sinister Wisdom 📣Call for Submissions📣 Gender Diverse Lesbians! This issue seeks to honor and affirm Lesbians outside the sex/gender binary and to include nonconcrete gender identities found in all cultural specifics. We are seeking essays, short fiction, poetry, oral histories, and visual art to be submitted in one document of up to 10 pages, including a brief biography with any social media. The new deadline is August 31st — if you already submitted the first time submissions were opened, your submissions are still being considered and there is no need to resubmit! If you haven’t yet, then please send your submissions through submittable: sinisterwidsom.submittable.com! As Sinister Wisdom is completely volunteer-led, we are unable to provide compensation for contributors, however they will receive a free copy of this issue and a year-long subscription to Sinister Wisdom. Send us your best work! Sinister Wisdom Linktree

[yvesdot]

SOMETHING'S NOT RIGHT IS OUT!

“Comedic, witty and chilling by turns.” — A. R. Thompson, author of When Dealing with Wolves

The debut collection returns in a special fifth anniversary edition, repackaged with three new short stories, a new cover, and additional bonus content! A vampire is forced into a compromising situation; a father fears his child's growing plant collection; the undead go to high school; a butcher contemplates whether or not she can be loved. In a captivating debut, yves. opens the door to our world, slightly askew—where the crows work for witches and telephone booths serve as secret channels for prophecy; where a diverse cast of monsters and humans alike are forced to contend with what the world believes is right.

Thank you to everyone who made my weird uncategorizable "Lemony Snicket meets Carmen Maria Machado" speculative fiction an instant bestseller! If you’ve ever felt like a monster, this book is for you.

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Thank you so much for reading this post about my book. I hope you will share it, and this image of my beautiful black cat, Andy, widely. To queer weird fiction and indie pub! To you, Dear Reader, with love.

[alexis-royce]

The Case of the Serialized Killer got approved for a Steam event at the end of the month, and we're just shy of 50 reviews! If you've played our delightfully demonic murder mystery, a review would really help out right now!

[explosivehrt]

I've taken the flesh built from Adam's rib and made it my own, and I put my fingers in his wound and worshipped him like he deserved, because we are not men as god has made us, but as we have made ourselves, and so we have made ourselves gods in our own image, and with my fingers in his flesh i said "Look at us, we are men." Our bodys are holy ground, we made them such and so we took turns worshipping what we created on our hands and knees, inventing devotion. We gave eachother the grace and divinity that such an act of creation earned, inventing faith. We have made ourselves holy all on our own.

[rkmoon]

Horror is so gay and I think thats beautiful

[cursedluver]

art that documents queer experiences is culturally vital/valuable/important. so basically what i’m saying is keep making art about your friends, crushes, lovers, heartbreaks, transitions, struggles, all of it!!!!!! art is bad doodles! art is writing in your notes document! it’s all art!!!

[xochimillilili]

I love using sweet names for him, I think I say love a thousand times or more a week, like my love? Sweetheart? Darling? Baby boy? Sweetie? Mi amor? Mi niño bonito, mi vida, mi corazón, mi solecito lindo, mi cielo? My pookie wookie sweetie honey sunshine sparkle lovey dovery wawawa lalalala love????!

[longlostlesbian]

accepting that love isn’t purely romantic is so difficult. but it’s true. love is everything and everywhere. its your friends. its the soft embrace of a warm spring breeze. it’s picking up a new hobby. it’s the sea spray during summer. it’s the small corner store you went to as a child. it’s everything. the world is built on love.

[genderqueerdykes]

"If we took just five minutes to recognize each other's beauty, instead of attacking each other for our differences. That's not hard. It's really an easier and better way to live. And ultimately, it saves lives. Then again, it's not easy at all. It can be the hardest thing, because loving other people starts with loving ourselves and accepting ourselves."

"I'd rather feel pain while living than hiding."

an excerpt from Elliot Page's memoir titled "Pageboy".

[sirtouchstarved]

y’all that is quite the summary if I do say so myself. enjoy <3

[zoominlumen]

Early reviews are in!

FAULT is a queer sci-fi/horror retelling of Moby Dick and is out August 24th!

[gor3sigil]

About being ugly

So imagine this: you're a young teenager in need of validation. You see other people your age put photos of themselves on social medias and get tons and tons of compliments. You try your shot, post a picture of yourself and get like… 2 likes. And no comments about how pretty you are, just these 2 likes.

Then, you discover Twitter. You post a new pfp of yourself and since you see that it's a thing people do, you post with the hashtag “new pfp”. You go eat lunch with your family. Then you come back online with hundreds of notifications from people making fun of your appearance and calling you ugly. The only “nice” ones are telling you, “respectfully”, to delete the post, for your own “good”.

A few years later, you're transitionning and you see all the support trans people get online in some places. You're an active member of a discord server. You gather up the guts to post a picture of yourself in the designated server. It gets 2 to 5 “🏳️‍⚧️” reactions. The people before and after you get wonderful compliments and praises.

You leave the server feeling humiliated and sad.

And I wish I had advices to give you about how to cope with this. I don't. I studied cinema and photography for years, trying to make flattering pictures of myself, longing for the reactions everyone seemed to get but me. It never worked.

Even in designated spaces it never worked. I seemed to fail to get what to do with myself in pictures. No amounts of filters, poses, angles seemed to cut it. I'd never get one compliment out of anyone.

How do you build any self worth when people look at you only to say how you could improve your looks ? How you could improve your image? How you could be a good product™️ ?

Even dolled up in drag, all I ever gor was that my looks were “interesting”. This isn't a fucking nice thing to say. A book is interesting. A movie is interesting. A human can be, but hell, when I heard what people said about other performers I had to ask myself why the FUCK all I got was that.

Now you know part of why I play the part of the freak.

I'll burst the hell out of your bubble. If I can't be beautiful I'll be so rancid I'll make you want to puke. No, “interesting”, “brave”, “nice” won't cut it. If I can't get you to admit how pretty my being can be I will be repulsive. I will seize you by the throat and take you out of the comfort bubble you worked so hard to build. I will burry your head in the dirt of me, in the dust of my soul until you can't breathe anything but what I inspire to be, until you choke on your own tears and have nothing left in your sobbing lungs than the ashes of the selves I burnt for your little comfort, your little cabins made out of my flesh and bones. I'll hold your skull down and yell “What's beauty, bitch ?! Do you not like my belly rolls ?! Does my fat not feed you ?! Do you feel at ease now ?! Do I need to spoon myself into bite sized pieces you can digest ? Are you hungry for my rotten fruit ?”

I will spread my ugliness so far it's the only thing you'll see when you finally raise your pathetic symmetrical face.

I will shit on your perfect mouth until it's the only thing you can smell.

I will piss in your cookie cutter boxes untin you have to take swings of it when you try to fit in, your mouth dirty with the rancid liquid, forced to swallow bits of it down in every breath you ever take.

I'm beautiful.