#gay kids
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
We have one day left before they addressed wether to pass the KOSA bill or not, you think this wouldn't be a problem but It is, they're going to violate the 1st amendment, not just to the children but to the adults as well, including but not limited to the people who are fighting for Palestines rights, and I don't mean we simply won't be able to fight for their rights, though thats bad enough, I mean we're going to be targeted by the government If this bill comes to fruition, If you actually care for us and the lives of the innocent PLEASE call your representatives and your senators, and PLEASE sign a petition against KOSA, I BEG OF YOU, PLEASE HELP US!
222 notes · View notes
isawthismeme · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
105 notes · View notes
onceuponaweirdo · 1 year ago
Text
12yro me obsessed with eroticism in poetry after Portuguese classes about poetry: *writes an erotic poem about women for my Portuguese homework*
My teacher:
Tumblr media
My mum seeing it after: Me:
Tumblr media Tumblr media
23 notes · View notes
page18doc · 8 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
Happy Easter from little f@g me back when I was a kid!
6 notes · View notes
iancarman · 8 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
I know that it is only me, but I want suck on his dick like a baby with a pacifier because I have been bad boy this year boy so far. If you what I mean 😈
5 notes · View notes
sharkie-stay · 1 year ago
Text
Seungmin in a loose t-shirt >>>
7 notes · View notes
kogetaikid · 1 year ago
Text
“That’s it! Get the hell out of here kids! I AINT GIVING YOU A FLAMETHROWER!”
Tumblr media
A cool artwork I’m working on…
2 notes · View notes
i-am-iron-man-3000 · 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr is the place where all the mentally ill gay kids live together. You can’t escape the fan girls or the shitposts. You live here now, you are one of us
7 notes · View notes
marx-xiii · 2 years ago
Text
Hi I’ve never made a post like this, but I just had the craziest conversation with my mother and so much of my life makes sense now. I’m not looking for sympathy or advice, I really just want to get this out. Fair warning in advance for use of slurs, and I will be talking about school related trauma.
For those of you that don’t know me, hi you can call me Marx. I grew up in the early 2000s and was raised by my two lesbian mothers. One biological, and another who’s out of the picture, but that’s a story for another day.
I’ve had always struggled a lot in school, but I’ve always felt an imposter when talking about them in the context of mental health. I can barely remember anything from Pre-K up to 3rd grade, so I always felt like I had no room to talk if I could remember it. But today I was talking to my biological Mom, who I will simply refer to as my Mom from here on out because she’s always been my major maternal figure, and somehow we got onto the topic of my childhood and hometown. Jesus Christ, the way the people in my home town treated me was just straight up evil.
In Pre-K, literally my first teacher was this bitter old woman, who had a reputation for selecting one boy each year and just absolutely breaking them. Apparently, I walked up to her on the first day with no fear and held her hand. She made some snide remark about how brave a little boy I was while we walked inside. Later that day I got up to go to the bathroom, and she just hollered at me to sit down for getting up without permission. I was so scared that I wet myself right there and then in front of the whole class and everyone started laughing at me. From that day forward she would fucking separate me from the rest of the class, literally would stop them from talking to me, and that town was so backwards and hateful that they basically encouraged it.
Sadly it didn’t stop with her. Even after I left her class, that reputation of being a punching bag stuck with me, and was only amplified by their homophobic parents. Evidently, the mere presence of my openly gay mothers was enough justification for them to treat me like the fucking bogeyman.
Deadass my “best friend” at the time, who my mother drove to school every morning refused to talk to me at school. He would just straight up hide from me because he knew better than to be associated with me.
I had friends’ parents who would send me home from their house when other kids came over, because God forbid the other moms of the PTA saw you associating with the two d*kes and their weird little f*ggot boy tyke.
Even during the holidays, when the class moms organized a gift exchange, they deliberately went out of their way to exclude me and refused to get me a gift. And later that day, a girl from my class had to drag her mom out to get me a gift because her father refused to give her the money for it.
So much of my life makes sense now, to this day I feel genuine fear every time I have to talk to an authority figure. It’s like a survival instinct, literally fight or flight. I feel like I have to protect myself from them. And I always used to feel like it was because I was just paranoid, now I know it was because I was genuinely fucking traumatized as a kid.
It actually feels really good to have those feelings validated. It wasn’t just me.
Anyways, thank you for reading if you made it this far. I have to go now and do 50 drawings of a bag of flour kicking a ball, but when I get home I’ll be make edits to fix the formatting if need be.
5 notes · View notes
isawthismeme · 6 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
11 notes · View notes
inkskinned · 1 month ago
Text
she's singing in another room and my dog is asleep at my feet. my grandma asked me why i haven't found a man yet and i laughed. oh, you know. i like my house clean.
my girlfriend is also my man is also "my partner" if i'm in a professional setting. yesterday we went to a ren faire and a man mimed at me - you're together? and at my delighted nod, his baffled, you're gay? made me laugh. a woman with rainbow hair said i love the two of you together. you're both so beautiful it's absurd.
my dad introduced my partner as my "..... friend. or whatever" the other day. he knows we're dating. in the same way, i was never able to get my sister's husband to stop saying that's gay like it's 2008. he still uses the word fa***t, and my sister's defense of him has always been well, he's just kidding.
my lover and i dance to old music in a tiny kitchen. we judge new music together and take food critique very seriously. we watch love is blind before we fall asleep and agree that if they had a queer season, it would be bloody but also make for excellent tv. of fucking course queer people would know someone for only 2 weeks and agree to get married. what are you saying.
at a bar with friends, a man puts his hand on my wrist. got a boyfriend? and yes, i do have a boyfriend, she's amazing. i am texting her while i wander around a gas station named after geese. i am visiting a swing state for a wedding. in the candy aisle i overhear: she's actually like a lesbian it's disgusting. two teenage girls with packaged sandwiches in their hands, giggling. no literally, like. i'm not, like. okay with her being there while we're all, like, naked and changing.
my girlfriend and i tailgate, drink gin and cider out of cups. from the frat group beside us, a man corrects himself with one of his friends: bro, i mean, nonbinary entity, and it makes everyone around him laugh, myself included. he razzes his friend the same way i would have killed for at 19 years old - like nothing happened, he continues: you apply sunscreen like an alien. he does a little sassy (and fairly accurate) dance interpretation of the motion. his friend is laughing so hard they're crying.
i am lucky, i live in a safe neighborhood in a safe state. my masc passenger princess comes up from DC. i drive her for an hour to where all the leaves are a violent arrangement of color. we walk along the trails, letting autumn into our blood. in this part of the state, there's a lot of pickup trucks and trump signs. when we chastely kiss before getting into the car, i accidentally make eye contact with a woman holding her child's wrist. she looks disgusted. she looks fucking pissed.
two hours later my girl and i are eating dinner on a patio, soaking in the last warmth of new england sun before the chill of winter sets in. we are giggling and trying to talk through plastic vampire teeth. at another table, i see a young woman sit up straighter. i watch her watch us. she blushes and takes her partner's hand from across the table. shy, like the taste of evening has just become something deeper.
it's worth it for this moment, i think. my lover is still humming the same song she's been singing for four days straight and i don't want to kill her for it. her guitar is beside my bed. her toothbrush is in my bathroom. in a few moments i will make us lunch. we are lucky enough to have found each other. it is lucky enough to be in love.
#writeblr#wlw#i often think about like.....#being happy in a gay relationship is sometimes so odd#bc u can forget how stupid ppl are.#bc ur so USED to being gay. and u forget other people GENUINELY ARE homophobic#so it's like. girl pardon?????#but also there are moments where it's like. ohhh the kids are alright#like watching someone razz someone else.... so fucking wholesome#“lemme get this bitche's pronouns before i make gentle fun of them” .... i would have KILLED for that.#THAT is how u know ur accepted#not just tolerated#..... when ppl are like. sure ur nonbinary congrats but WHAT is this fucking sunscreen application#ps idk if "razz'' is a real word but someone asked what it means -#i've always heard it as being a term for 'gentle & friendly teasing'' which like#i personally notice more from my guy friends but is like - when a person isn't#LIKE ACTUALLY teasing u (it's nothing personal/mean) they're just laughing w/you about something#my friends often put on a little voice and call me an anemic little bitch#like 'ooooo the anemic little bitch is cold??? does she need a mouse blanket#bc she's SOOOO SMALL AND ANEMIC???''#and it doesn't hurt my feelings (it makes me laugh very hard) bc 1. i actually called MYSELF that first#and 2. i'm not sensitive about it!!!#a proper razz is when you are ALSO in on the joke - i ALSO think it's funny#for some people i personally find that when they razz u it's when they love u -#they've noticed something genuine about u and love u enough that u know they're not being mean#this is cultural and personality based of course but i'm hispanic#if someone isn't making fun of me it means they hate me . obviously.
14K notes · View notes
sharkie-stay · 1 month ago
Text
I'm gonna be forever mad that we didn't get District 9: Unlock and MANIAC tours in Europe
Especially as a stay since 2019, most of my favourite songs were performed at D9 tour, such as m.i.a, get cool, 3rd eye, wow (by danceracha), my universe, we go, grow up, boxer, double knot
And I was actually supposed to go to Brussels for the show and get hi touch tickets, but covid 19 happened
And then the MANIAC tour also had some great songs, such as, Red lights ot8 version, easy, charmer, cheese, FAM
And now even if get the tickets for dominATE, I will be a bit disappointed by the set list (I'll probably still have the time of my life, but I was hoping to see hall of fame, red lights ot8 ver. and the unit songs from maxident, especially 3racha)
I just feel bittersweet about it and fuck jyp for not giving us maniac tour in Europe (because d9 unlock I understand, covid happened)
Yeah, I'm just angry and sad about what could have been
1 note · View note
softwhispercriminal · 6 months ago
Text
Delicious 🤤
Tumblr media Tumblr media Tumblr media
Dante Foxx and Rick Hammersmith Playing Dirty (2001) dir. Paul Barresi
6K notes · View notes
creepst-crypt · 4 months ago
Text
Tumblr media
*sob*
Tumblr media
Og^^
20K notes · View notes
benandstevesposts · 5 months ago
Text
Get to reading this summer
0 notes
leggywormy · 1 year ago
Text
It's end of May, yall know what that means
Tumblr media
55K notes · View notes