#from being gay and trans

[hillbillyoracle]

I think a lot about how Charismatic/Fundamentalist Christians think that trans and queer people are out here indoctrinating children because a lot of them think on some level that is just what you do with children. It's not the indoctrination that's wrong to them - like it is to most people I know - it's that it's the wrong indoctrination to them.

This isn't theory to me - I grew up in this mindset.

I was in 6th grade when I went to a church sermon that listed and described specific sex acts on a scale of how sinful they were to do before marriage.

I was in 7th grade when our small group read a book that was supposedly about waiting until marriage but was actually about how sinful women's bodies were and included weirdly lurid descriptions of an adult pastor having a sexual relationship with a high schooler (which was then blamed on that high schooler). This was also when my small group leader told us that a husband cheating (and even abuse) was never an excuse for divorce because "marriage isn't just between you and your husband, it's before God, and just because one person breaks their promise doesn't mean you get to".

In high school, I was taken to several sexual purity conferences where young "fallen" women would recount their sexual past, devolving into tears, while adult male pastors would press them for details on stage and use them as cautionary tales of what not to do.

We were encouraged to walk out of comprehensive sex ed if it was offered in our schools and they pushed for abstinence only education in the school I attended which was all shame tactics like the scotch tape metaphor and the cup demonstration - real fundie kids know what I'm talking about. I remember I approached the instructors afterwards to ask some questions because I felt like I was in a bad relationship and didn't know how to get out and they were like damn that sucks and this is why you shouldn't date.

There were entire sermons about how dating was morally abhorrent and the only godly way to find a husband was to commit to courting - which if you weren't raised in it - is where you're pretty much never left alone with the person and a lot of it is arranged by the parents of both parties. You're expected to get engaged very quickly - I'm talking like less than 6 months.

I managed to break away when I was about 16. But everyone I know who stayed with it wound up getting married at 18-19 and the vast majority were divorced (often with kids) by 23 - and thus largely ostracized from the church they grew up in. I've spoken with a few who've talk about how it basically ruined their life for a while. I feel for them deeply.

It is completely fucked to me that queer and trans people just living their lives - that's "grooming". But adult men asking horny questions to teenage girls on stage or recounting their affair with an underaged girl that other teenage girls are then forced to read somehow isn't...

[spiderbitesandvampirevenom]

once again asking: can we PLEASE put chaser humor on the high shelf? im really tired of getting met with "based" "haha so?" "who cares" and shit every time i point out chaser shit. like you folk realize that chasing is a form of sexual violence right. these are people who look at vulnerable women being abused by basically every part of society, even ones that claim to be safe for them, and see an easy score before they see a real human being in need of love and support. you NEED to be able to distinguish between genuine interest and care and someone saying what they know you want to hear so they can get in your pants. and its hard! but its even harder when half the damn jokes on this site regarding trans women are straight up chaser tactics but "totally a joke i swear." im sick of it. so fucking tired. join the war on chasers

[xochimillilili]

Kinktober day 18: Degradation

You stupid bitch, you're enjoying this aren't you? Fucking piece of shit slut enjoying my boot against your sopping wet cunt, humping along like a dumb animal... just a good set of holes and a boot cleaner for me aren't you?

God you're pathetic you dumb pet. Drooling while I press my boot against your head, you're just focused on the way your pathetic clit feels against my boot mmh? Fucking desperate dirty bitch, you better not cum or I'll ruin that cunt of yours. I won't let you cum ever again if you do, you want my cock in you right? That's what I thought, fucking act like it

Come here pet. Hey, I said come here. Are you really that fucking stupid? Dumb fucking slut, you better behave or I'll kick you down the stairs like the dumb pet you are. And you and I both know I'm not going to stop there– behave or you'll be nothing but a dumb lost pet on the street, leaking my cum and with a litter of pups in you, with your pretty face all tear stained and ruined

[outromoony]

HAPPY PRIDE 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

Barty, high as a kite: Man, I just got the dick chills

Regulus: Can you not get the dick chills again?

[prolibytherium]

Just in general I think trying to look to pre-late modern period history for validation of LGBT+ identities is an absolutely useless venture. Every single underlying human experience defined through the lens and framework of LGBT identity has always existed, but it's impossible to pin down Exactly who and what a figure might have been if they existed in this contemporary context and decided to self identify via these labels.

It's also a wildly reductive lens that flattens the complexity and variety of how sex and gender has been constructed across time in different cultures, how sexual norms have varied, etc. This is not a constructive approach to learn about history and you're never going to be able to fit historical figures neatly into little identity categories.

[totallyradicalmucky]

HAPPY PRIDE GUYS

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

I’ve been highly confused as to why Michael “deeply openly thirsting on Twitter about David Tennant for half a decade” Sheen is half-in half-out the closet but apparently Wales is absurdly homophobic lmao what the fuck how is a country the size of New Jersey that much of a hater bruh we out number the shit out of you

[donnieisaprettyboy]

“baby gays treat queerness like some kind of exclusive club they’re always arguing about slur discourse and they refuse to learn their own history-“ SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

YOU ARE LITERALLY SEEING A SELECT HANDFUL OF BAD OPINIONS IN THE BRAINROT TRENCHES OF TIKTOK AND ASSUMING AN ENTIRE GENERATION OF QUEER KIDS DESERVE HATE FOR IT

JUST BECAUSE YOU CRITICIZE A SPECIFIC “TYPE” OF GAY DOES NOT MAKE IT ANY LESS HOMOPHOBIC

LEAVE THEM ALONE

[littleliterarylesbian]

The steps are there again. Lagging just a second or so behind, the scuffing of shoes on the stone floor when he never drags his feet. It makes the hair on the nape of his neck stand up. A mix of nerves, fear, and heat rushing through him. But he pretends to be oblivious. It's the only way that he can guarantee that they'll come sooner. Last time he looked back, looking around the seemingly empty corridor for the source of the sound, he was left without his echo for almost three weeks.

He hasn't told anyone. He doesn't want to. Regulus is aware that it should be concerning, he should be begging his friends not to leave him alone or trailing after the crowd like the follower his parents want him to be. But there's something about it that tastes like candy on his tongue. Sugar and berries mixing together as he realized that someone wants him so badly that they're willing to stalk him through the halls just for a moment alone with him.

He knows he's reacting like a man without any sense, biting his lip and crossing his fingers that it's someone he's kept his eye on in the past years like some tween girl. Isolating himself, taking the long way to the dorms and his classes, wearing his uniform tighter, clothes form fitting to tease and tempt. He can feel his heart beating in his neck, warmth causing the tips of his ears to blush. He's sure it can be blamed on the chill in the air despite the fact that he feels so warm.

Regulus would never claim to be sane, the House of Black has its reputation and he, unlike his brother, does not pretend to be above such things.

He used to hate the walk from the library to the dungeons. Lothing the flights of stairs and the long walkways after a long day when Ms. Pince ushers him out with her usual sour look on her face. Now he purposely meanders, talking about his day and his plans and his gripes just loud enough for a second pair of ears to catch it if they're paying attention. And Regulus is sure that they're always paying attention.

His hands do subtly shake, out of fear or stress or desire he's not completely sure, but it's just enough so that a page of notes floats onto the floor. He leaves it there, feigning ignorance at its disappearance. Maybe this time they'll be bold.

He hopes so.

It's another minute or so and he starts to lose hope, that he will have to pretend to be shocked after thumbing through his notes, needing to turn around and pick it up when he catches something from the corner of his eyes.

He usually keeps his notes inside the book they correspond with, an easy way to keep track of them, and Ms. Pince often doesn't leave him enough time to properly clean up so often the notes don't end up in his satchel until he gets to his dorm, in his vague haste to avoid Ms. Norris and the old man attached to her.

So it's hard to ignore the flap of his bag being pushed up carefully as the paper he dropped carefully gets put inside. And not by a wand, not like how his satchel was opened, no, a hand holds it, a corner of the page has been dented in a way that Regulus would never but, despite how he would usually hate such an act on his hard work, butterflies start to flutter inside him. Wings hitting the inside of his skin and dying from the impact only for more to be reborn out of their corpses like a phoenix.

Because he recognizes that hand. He knows it well from the hours he's stared at the boy it's undoubtedly attached to. Brown skin with pale palms, calluses from quidditch and broom work and general tomfoolery. The Heir Potter ring glints in the torch light before it retreats back into nothing, disappearing with the rest of the boy.

He has to swallow hard to get his mind back in line, straightening up when he realizes that he was unintentionally leaning towards where the other boy must be. When he exhales it comes out shaky, a rare smile wanting to crawl onto his face as blood rushed through him. His heart hammering now that he knows.

The urge to do something else, anything else claws through him, tearing at his insides, but the door to the Slytherin common room comes up far too soon. It's almost a disappointment as he has to whisper the chosen word and the door slowly starts to open, the several layers creaking up and open one at a time. The feeling of James behind him doesn't leave until the final door shuts behind him.

The common room is as cold as it always is, but, as it has been lately, it comes as almost a shock compared to the warmth of the company of his echo.

Barty is sitting on the couch with his arms crossed. Green velvet with silver adornments and dark wood matching with the boy with pale skin, dark hair adorned with green streaks. Blue eyes narrow at Regulus.

"Where the fuck have you been?"

Regulus can't help the smile that forces itself on him this time.

"Enjoying the echoes of the castle. Quite beautiful."

Barty narrows his eyes further before shaking his head and standing up, walking to the stairs leading up to the boys dorms.

"You're fucking mad, mate."

Regulus doesn't answer. Too focused on the warmth that now flows through him. Mind racing to find a way to catch the boy out. To make the Gryffindor beg on his knees, looking up at Regulus with those big golden eyes as he finds out that Regulus knows about his transgressions.

He has to bite down on his lip as a welcome shiver rolls up his spine, enjoying the emptiness of the common room to indulge in his fantasies for just a second more before following his friend up the stairs.

He can't help but wonder if James watches him there too.

companion piece :]

[ezkel]

Wolfstar + jegulus Au where prongsfoot met in uni and neither of them know who each other's boyfriends are (moonwater are best friends who both go to Oxford on scholarship) and they decide to do a double date to meet each other's boyfriends.

But both Regulus and Sirius are trans but haven’t seen each other in years and so they don’t know about each other. And whenever James or Remus says their boyfriends names neither of them realise, because that's not the name they knew their sibling by. 

Sirius still ran away when he was 16, Regulus ran away when he got his scholarship to Oxford, Walburga and Orion wanted him to go to Cambridge to Study law like Orion did but Regulus wanted to study english literature. 

So Regulus and Remus get to the cafe early and are just sitting there shittalking the faculty at Oxford. And James and Sirius walk in, five minutes late and both Sirius and Regulus immediately get the feeling they know each other. Once they're all sat at the table they are both subtly trying to scope each other out when Sirius says something about his ‘sister’ and Regulus immediately clocks it and they get into an argument. Remus and James are trying to figure out what happened and calm their boyfriends and their best friends. 

Anyway the double date ends up being Sirius and Regulus catching up and their respective boyfriends trying to recover from the whiplash. 

They do end up having another double date a few days after the initial one, this one goes slightly better. Of course after Regulus and Sirius have grilled their best friends for dating their brothers without telling them.

[fvckw4d]

Queer and disabled and nonwhite cis men have been fighting for reproductive rights for the entire fucking time, but sure, tell me how trans and intersex men can't possibly have any skin in the game "because they're men."

[floralfemmes]

white women who forgive other white women for racism (especially anti blackness) just because they said something vaguely good about transphobia/misogyny/homophobia: DIE

[roman-roy-apologist]

yeah ok i get it you don’t think transandrophobia exists but you do realize that it’s still bad to be shitty to transmascs right? you get that right?

[grassbreads]

Man, genuinely there's little that excites me more than encountering queerness in fiction where I wasn't expecting it. I'm gonna be thinking about Kikuhiko/Yakumo from SGRS for so long.

Even setting aside the subtext of his feelings for Sukeroku, the narrative around his relationship to gender norms and his own expression is so fascinating. Guy who grows up steeped in rigid 40s gender roles and actively tries to enforce them, yet only truly feels like himself when he's acting on stage as a woman. Guy who says his life would have been better if he were born a woman and then refuses to elaborate.

[thepoisonroom]

'I flirted with the idea that instead of being trans that I was just a cross-dresser (a quirk, I thought, that could be quietly folded into an otherwise average life) and that my dysphoria was sexual in nature, and sexual only. And if my feelings were only sexual, then, I wondered, perhaps I wasn’t actually trans.

I had read about a book called The Man Who Would Be Queen, by a Northwestern University professor who believed that transwomen who were attracted to women were really confused fetishists, they wanted to be women to satisfy an autogynephilia. And though I first read about this book in the context of its debunkment and disparagement, I thought about the electricity of slipping on those tights, zipping up those boots, and a stream of guilt followed. Maybe this professor was right, and maybe I was only a fetishist. Not trans, just a misguided boy.

About a year later, on the Internet, I come across a transwoman who added a unique message to the crowd refuting this professor. Oh, I wish I remember who this woman was, and I wish even more that I could do better than paraphrase her, but I remember her saying something like this: “Well, of course I feel sexy putting on women’s clothing and having a woman’s body. If you feel comfortable in your body for the first time, won’t that probably mean it’ll be the first time you feel comfortable, too, with delighting in your body as a sexual thing?”'

-Casey Plett, Consciousness