#and I wish it was a lesbian

[artinvain]

abby cleaning up your undercut, for you, brushing your hair and separating the growth from your care carefully, kissing your temple and cheek every so often, pausing to laugh at the show you’re watching so she doesn’t fuck it up, promising she can do it even if she’s had a little puff of the weed you’re smoking and actually doesn’t fuck up, it makes her hyperfocused. she wants to do designs now and even though she only has one size on her blade she wants to try because she never wants you going to the barber again after you told her he treated you weirdly when he found out you weren’t a man.

[chickenhoops]

Currently obsessed with this gay pigeon couple up for adoption and I think tumblr will be obsessed with them too.

[abisalli]

close one Marcille

[elainiisms]

it's almost like... if you play a movie in 10 cinemas worldwide, it doesn't do as well as it could 🤯🤯

[bongwateriero]

bathroom graffiti

t*rfs eat shit and die. don’t touch my post

[ghostvibesonly]

imogen’s development from “i’m not like homophobic 😃 i’m an ally 😌💅” to “i don’t think i’ve ever liked a boy” is absolutely 10/10 no notes, exactly where i was hoping her character would go

[ferntern]

Frieda's thoughts on Susan.

[zombiefruits]

The Ballet

My favorite piece so far, it's only about five inches tall but it took me a very long time

[otaku553]

New blorbo :)

Also a silly interaction with this piece

[90sbee]

everything is a lesbian allegory if you're gay enough

[inkskinned]

there are days that it is hard, and unfair, and some horrible part of me wishes i could have been born in a different world. i love being queer, i hate how others react to it. when i first came out at 15, my mom whispered: please don't say that. your life would be so much harder.

it is harder.

it is also a tuesday, walking my dog. we are both skiving off of work, and yes both of us have dyed hair and pronouns. mine is patchy - it was my first time trying bleach; i didn't have enough. theirs is a resilient toadstool green. a little girl comes up to us and asks um, excuse me? is your hair real? 'cause jason says you're a fairy.

it is sunday brunch, all of us talking over each other, overfull on love. she is trying out a new name today, and we made her a cake with today's name scrawled in shaky purple letters. she laughs so much she cries and then gets frosting in her hair. someone young at a different table keeps giving us these large, wide eyes: the same look we have all been on the other side of. the kind that says, breathless: wait, is that possible?

it is a half-fight in a supermarket because he loves "dance moms" and says abby's tiktok is funny and meanwhile i think the children in that show should be allowed to sue abby lee miller for child abuse. i tell him that it led to the casual acceptance of child harassment for mainly adult views; and then i am standing, suddenly, in someone else's thrown soda. there's a white lady standing there, furious, saying something about hell-on-earth. i had forgotten i was wearing stuff with pride colors. and then it is this: he had just been casually arguing with me - and within an instant, he squares his shoulders and goes after her like i am his sister

on saturday i sat in a circle while beca played with my hair and we were all over 30 and we laughed about how much happier we are being this old, how much more we appreciate our community. 25 minutes from now, we will be on stage to dance in baggy beige clothing, but for now we look on with envy to the dancers in loud-and-bright buttondowns. where are they getting these shirts! i cry, distraught. everyone laughs. one of our friends has a mushroom witch hat. this would have been cringey in high school, probably. instead we are all delighted with each other; happy just to be here and alive and moving

it's that last week my new friends cried with joy for me when they heard i'm getting top surgery. every so often i have the honor of being the first person someone feels comfortable enough to tell. i'm trying to make long fluttery butterfly wings to wear to pride; but i don't know anything about fabric or dye, so my friends have been sending me their personal advice.

i think in a different poem i would talk about how sometimes you walk into a room and put the mask back on. but i'm sleepy and my whole brain is fuzzy so i think in this one, it's a monday, and my dog and i took a nap on a couch, and i had missed texts from friends. i used to wake up lonely. i think this poem is about walking into a room and seeing someone and just knowing, the way you just-know-sometimes, and then giving them that little smile, and seeing them light up with joy and relief. it is how we always seem to be able to find each other in a crowded room. how we always seem to make friends with each other before even we know-it-to-be-true. it is saying: we're very different people; but i belong to you.

it is harder, yes. but it comes with a built-in family.

[meowsara]

a touch of pillow talk

farcille

[holysheithyall]

i love toxic yuri

[jollycryptid]

silly gay animals napping :)

[strangelittlesapphic]

My one and only wish is to grow a dick. Not in a "I wanna be a man" kind of way, but in a "I wanna feel my girlfriend's pussy clenching around my dick" kind of way.

[banzack]

happy pride month! various gaysexforreal (twitter acc idk if i can link it) stamps