#homoeverything

[beyond-mogai-pride-flags]

Parcubomo/Incuthenomo Pride Flags

Incubogay Pride Flag

Incubogay: a new term for suptilic homo-everything (periangled) individuals; someone who don't want relationship (of any kind) or proximity with women while still attracted to, at least, men and/or masculine individuals (not necessarily aptoma folks).

Parthenolesbian Pride Flag

Parthenolesbian: a new term for suptilic homo-everything (periangled) people; someone who don't want relationship (of any kind) or proximity with men while still attracted, at least, to women and/or feminine folks (not necessarily aptofe individuals).

Coined with help of @mogai-ringo. Help with image transcripts appreciated.

[neomacaught]

@homoeverything, continued from here 

Yahhweh had roamed down the twisting paths for what seemed like whole days, but that was probably just because he seemed to be rather….impatient. His dagger gripped tightly in his hand with magic ready to be spewed from the mage’s palms at any sight of threat. He had recently robbed a group of bandits. The last bandit told him of this place to loot in hopes it would save his life — Yahhweh killed him anyways, but he figured he’d still check for the loot.

As he heard movement, he quickly put out his the orb of light magic trailing behind him and crouched. Sneak being very natural to him since he was a dark elf. He scopes out the enemy. They look meek, scared, but that may just be because Yahhweh is scared of no one. He stands straight, allows the other individual’s eyes to land on him.

……”I have no friends,” He calls in response, keeping the dagger hidden but close. “I see you’ve come for my loot, will there be a problem?” He says, voice deep and smooth.

   The stranger that saunters from the shadows is of her own race -- a fellow Dunmer, fixed gaze, emerging from darkness with ease that claims sinking into pools of pitch is but a simple task. Neoma’s face gentles, slightly, into a stuttering grin. Too bright for the stranger across from her. For the color of the cave. 

   Slightly... sarcastic.

   “Cheery,” she responds, letting warhammer drop to the ground. His hand seems angled slightly out of sight, as if holding near to a weapon. Her grasp remains on hers. “... Your loot?”

   Beneath her, her hound showed his teeth, a sign of aggression, accompanied by a growl. She didn’t yet tsk him off his chase. 

   She wasn’t sure there was no danger, yet. 

[lesbianologist]

also i’m not gonna be out here specifying that i’m a homoromantic homosexual homoaesthetic homoplatonic homoeverything when i can just say lesbian because lesbian has always meant an exclusively gay women aka a woman attracted to other women.

See shit like this is why y’all need to shut up about bi lesbian discourse because it’s seeping into real life and straight men are co-opting wlw terms and pressuring lesbians into relationships/sex. I’m not about to tolerate men pursuing me ANYWAYS because they don’t know if I’m homoromantic or whatever. And yes , straight men were already self entitled enough as it is, but y’all don’t need to add fuel to the fire