#just fucking leave queer women alone

[finalhaunts]

Lesbian flag discourse set us back like 20 years for real

[walks-the-ages]

I don't know who needs to hear this, but regurgitating Radical Feminism talking point of

"Men are all Inherently Evil, Physically Superior, and Predatory to Women"

does not, in fact, do anything for Actual Feminism where the main talking point is

"We are all Human Beings and we're not Intrinsically Different based on the gender some random doctors decided on at birth"

and you're not doing anything for Queer Solidarity either when you go around proclaiming that all men, including trans men, are these evil oppressive monsters who have advantages in life based purely on their gender (even if they are trans men who are not out of the closet yet, apparently) , and I'm not sure why on earth the new crop of Trans-Inclusive Rad Fems think that being 'proud misandrists' is going to save them from being targeted by cis transphobes??? You can't win protection from transphobes by throwing your fellow trans community under the bus, and when you go around saying that all men are disgusting oppressive predators who have never done anything for the queer community ever and have never experienced any true oppression ever its like. ....

.... what the fuck is wrong with you?

Did you forget the AIDs crisis exists?

Did you forget the gay and bi men exist?

Did you forget that Black men exist??

The world's oppression does not begin and end with trans women, and if you're happy to throw the rest of the trans community under the bus so you can feel superior, I don't know who the heck you expect to have your back when you need help, because everyone else has already been run the fuck over, because you fucking threw them in the road because you somehow still think Respectability Politics is gonna save you instead of leaving your Exclusionist Bubble the community that ends up alone and isolated.

Trust me. Life is a lot more bearable and hopeful when you don't go around insisting an entire 50% of humanity is evil based on their gender. Try talking to your fellow trans men, trans mascs, nonbinary people and intersex people before you make another post about how """theyfabs have it so easy and trans men are inherently privalaged and evil because they're men and they shouldn't talk about reproductive health or the need for safe abortions because that's just speaking over women""" 🤦🤦🤦

[wellofdean]

I wanted to make a separate pose to big up these excellent tags on this post about how a show can be about misogyny when it's about men from @deangirlism101 :

#by virtue of watching the show long after it stopped airing and after years of exposure to the fandom#I've experienced a very interesting phenomenon wherein i went in expecting a very straightforward male fantasy#specifically in regards to dean#and was continuously surprised by how dean was around women who were actual characters and not caricatures#with caricatures of women dean also becomes a caricature of a womanizer#but with woman characters? with victims and friends?#dean is constantly paternal/brotherly#endlessly protective and respectful#in fact dean's utter lack of sexualization of the complex women around him in the first few seasons#kind of had me thinking he might just be straightforward gay#additionally it's interesting to point out that dean is the only one of the three winchesters who does not have a#''symbolic woman'' that drives his narrative#i.e. of the three winchesters he is the one who engages with the women around him as people and not someTHING to give him ''purpose''#which ties pretty well into his own role in his family being a typically femenine one#john endlessly relies on dean to serve the role of his mother yet he resents him when he does it so naturally#which from a queer lense is pretty much spelling out ''john can't put his finger on it but something (queerness) about dean bothers him''#anyways it just surprises me how#the fandom has perpetuated this image of the characters#and how#ironically#that image is the exact caricature dean so obviously puts on and we so obviously are supposed to KNOW he puts on

Some really nice points here, and bang on target:

Dean is not called to his adventure/journey because a symbolic woman dies like John and Sam are; he is put upon it by his father and his own sense of responsibility and love before he has the agency to choose. He wants his father's approval, his brother's love, and he wants not to be alone in a world of monsters...and...is HE a monster? A killer? Is everything his fault?

John resents Dean because what he needs from Dean (obedience, domestic work, emotional labour) is feminine. It's what women are for. Dean internalizes that resentment. Sam defies John and is driven by his own losses, and John can respect that, but Dean becomes the family repository of what they've lost. Dean is the eldest daughter who can never do enough.

John has chosen to abandon normal life and live on the fringes to pursue his revenge quest, and Sam is fighting to get back to the center -- left his family, hot girlfriend, Stanford Law, credit in the straight world, friends. But Dean? He has accepted that he will never be normal. He has accepted that he will always be a lonely, liminal weirdo who knows something terrible about the world that most people are spared from knowing.

Like:

If you leave Supernatural season 1 without realising that everything Dean pretends to be is pretty much the opposite of what he is, then you are not watching it right, full stop. The Dean Winchester he pretends to be is a character invented by a terrified, homeless, wounded little boy who doesn't know how else to protect himself.

Second, if you can't see how totally fucking queer all that is, I CAN'T HELP YOU. And,

you cannot hit that many nails on the head without knowing where you're swinging your hammer, and in conclusion, Dean was always deeply queered, and that was in the DNA of his character.

The truth is, that Dean is a very cohesive character. He is written and performed beautifully, and with intention. He is not an accident, he is an artistic creation, and he is excellently drawn. I am not "giving the writers too much credit", I am taking an Occam's Razor-type view of it, and coming up with the simplest explanation for what I see on the screen.

That said, if by some insane magic trick they managed to make Dean this queer by accident? It doesn't matter what they intended, because THE TEXT IS WHAT IT IS. I don't need the permission of the authors to see a church by daylight, and Dean is THAT OBVIOUS.

[steddieas-shegoes]

“We have to discuss the temperature of the water in this shower.”

“You could get out if you don’t like it.”

Robin rolled her eyes as she continued to lather up her hair.

They were both running late, hence the showering together.

They’d done it quite a few times when they were in a rush or just didn’t want to be alone, which happened a lot after nightmares.

It further proved they’re platonic with a capital P friendship, as if they needed the proof to begin with.

Sometimes Robin would wash his hair when he had a migraine, sometimes he’d give her a shoulder massage after a long day in class.

It just worked for them.

Robin joked it was the only time she’d ever shower with a man, and Steve joked that it was probably the only time he’d shower with a lesbian.

It worked.

They were so caught up in their usual routine taking turns in the water and soaping up, they didn’t even notice when the bathroom door opened.

“Robs, I have soap in my eye, move.”

“You’re a child, Steve. A child.”

“It hurts! Move!”

“Learn to close your eyes dingus!”

“Learn to move when I need you to!”

Eddie was frozen in the doorway to the bathroom watching as the argument continued despite the fact that Robin moved and Steve got the soap out of his eyes.

Robin had come out to him a year ago. He remembers very distinctly laughing about how the small town queers always found each other like fucking magnets.

Steve had come out to him a few months previously, letting him know he was definitely into men and women and had probably always known, but was too stubborn to admit he was probably way more into Billy Hargrove than he should’ve been.

Robin was a lesbian.

She was currently naked in a shower with Steve, who was also naked.

They were naked in the shower together.

He looked down at the floor for their modesty, but still couldn’t move, his brain trying it’s best to come to any conclusion that made sense.

The water shut off and the door opened.

He was still looking at the floor.

Robin’s feet were on the bathmat. He assumed she was wrapping herself in a towel, but he had no idea because he couldn’t look up.

Then Steve’s feet were on the bathmat.

He wanted to look up.

He really wanted to get a glimpse of what his dreams built up in his mind almost every night.

But he couldn’t.

He was still in shock that they showered together. Naked!

Robin was leaving the room. Had she said something? Surely she’d noticed him, he was still standing halfway in the door. Her shoulder brushed his as she left.

He forced himself to look up a little and saw a smirk on Steve’s face.

Why was he so calm? Why was he not yelling at him about looking at them naked? Why was he not explaining what was going on?

Steve’s hand was on his shoulder.

Oh god. He was soaking wet. The towel barely covered him at all.

Eddie was going to die. Right here in their bathroom.

“You good?”

Eddie choked on his next breath. Was he good?! How was he supposed to be good? Something needed to be explained.

“Uh. Robin’s a lesbian?”

Steve snorted. “She is. Very true.”

“Naked? In the shower?”

“Also very true. We do tend to be naked when we shower.”

“Together?”

“Yeah, not all the time, but we do.”

“I’m confused.”

“I know. We confuse a lot of people. It’s just a comfort thing. Routine. Don’t read into it.”

Then Steve left the bathroom like he hadn’t just blown Eddie’s mind.

They platonically showered together.

Did they platonically have sex too?!

Oh Jesus, no. Robin was definitely a lesbian. A lesbian who very much didn’t like men even 0.01%.

He stood there for a while letting his brain run the marathon. He didn’t really cross the finish line before Steve was coming back in to do his hair.

“Dude, can you go get some air or something?”

“Why don’t we platonically shower?”

What the actual fuck, Eddie. That wasn’t even a thought your brain had before. What the fuck.

He managed to look up at Steve’s face, which was bright red.

“Uh. Well.”

“Sorry. I don’t know why I asked that. Um.”

Eddie turned to leave.

Steve grabbed his shoulder before he could.

“Because it wouldn’t be platonic.” Steve cleared his throat. “If it was you. It wouldn’t be because we’re good friends. It would be because I want to see you naked. Kiss you naked. Probably other things.”

“That can be arranged.”

Eddie had no fucking clue what he was saying. Some horny demon had taken over his brain and he couldn’t control anything anymore.

But it must have done something because Steve was smiling at him like he’d just told him it was Christmas morning and Santa brought him everything he asked for.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Tonight?”

Steve giggled. He fucking giggled.

“Yeah, okay. Tonight.”

Eddie left without another word.

Tonight.

Part 2

[ur-sick-and-married]

SHE HAS MY HEART ENTHRALLED (Christmas special)

(Julien Baker x reader)

TW: use of y/n, suggestive

SUMMARY: Christmas time is never a wonderful time for you. It’s too bright, too loud, too jolly. Luckily, your roommate agrees.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: FIRST CHRISTMAS STORY LET’S GOOOO!!

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You had a strange relationship with your roommate. You were friends, even good friends, but would only refer to each other as “my roommate.” Though…you had a bit of a crush on Julien. It was tiny. The crush wasn’t life consuming. Just a thought in the back of your head. Something to think about occasionally, never something to act on. You found her attractive. She was simply your type. You liked speaking with her. You liked living with her. She was respectful and not noisy. You talked about ordinary things, somehow finding connection in them.

The strongest connection you made…

“It’s happening!” Julien groaned as soon as she walked through the front door. It was a chilly November day in Los Angeles.

“What’s happening?” You asked from the couch.

“Christmas.” She grumbled.

“No!” You exclaimed, making her laugh.

She went into the kitchen to wash her hands, singing about the “shittiest time of the year.”

You two hadn’t been roommates long enough to experience December together yet. This would be the first.

But you both hated Christmas time. Everything is too bright, too jolly. Neither of you had regular cheer, let alone holiday cheer.

Growing up queer earned you weird treatment from family members, so when they all gathered, it wasn’t exactly Heaven.

That’s how you felt in the beginning of December, at least…

Before Julien went to Memphis for Thanksgiving, you gave her a gift. She was surprised when you stopped her from leaving the car at the airport. You had offered to drive her for this exact reason.

“Hold on one minute.” You said, digging through your purse.

Julien raised an eyebrow, watching you.

“I know it’s super early,” You held a small box in your hand. “But I got you a Christmas present.”

“Y/N-“ She started to protest.

“Please let me give it to you!” You begged. “You’d be an ass if you didn’t take it!”

“Well, I don’t want to be an ass, now do I?” She huffed.

“It’s nothing big.” You smiled a little, handing the box over.

She sighed, and opened it. You had gotten her a small Christmas tree ornament, that simply said “Fuck Christmas.”

“Dude!” Julien laughed.

“You can sneak it on your Dad’s tree.” You smiled.

“Oh, I’m definitely doing that.” She was grinning wildly, her face completely lit up, like said tree.

“I’m glad you like it.” You mused.

“I love it.” She admitted quietly. “Thank you.”

She gave you a hug before she left, which was rare, but it was nice. When in Memphis, she sent you a photo of the ornament, hidden on the back side of her Dad’s tiny Christmas tree.

After Thanksgiving, she got back ahead of you. She took an Uber home, where she crashed on the couch for a few hours. You drove your car home, since you’d left it in the airport parking lot. While lugging your things inside, the wind blew, making you cold.

“Shit.” You sighed once you got the door closed. “It’s so goddamn cold!”

“Surprising for L.A.” Julien commented from her spot on the couch.

“You look warm.” You shivered.

“Take off your germy airport clothes and join me.” She offered.

You did as she said, removing the clothes and getting on something more comfortable. You sat on the couch, next to her, not too close, and she tossed half of her blanket over you.

“Wanna make fun of Hallmark movies?” She asked.

“Duh.” You nodded.

She turned the TV on, flipped through some channels, and stopped once a cheesy straight couple ended up on screen. You two watched for a while, commenting and laughing.

Suddenly, you felt it; that magical Christmas feeling that always came around when you were young. For a moment, you understood the appeal of women cuddling up with their husbands, movie on, hot chocolate made, after the husband dragged the ginormous tree in. But only for a moment.

During a conversation with a neighbor, they admitted that they judged you two a bit for not getting a tree or anything. It was a joke, though it made you think.

Julien got home that day to find you struggling with lights.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She said the second her car door was opened.

“Hear me out!” You called to her. “We’re both raging homosexuals, we have to fit into this neighborhood somehow!”

“I don’t like this.” She shook her head.

“Julien!” You groaned. “I’ve been working at this forever, don’t make me take them down!”

She sighed. “Ugh…you’re infuriating. Fine!”

She stomped inside, and you wondered if the decor was genuinely upsetting to her, until she came out in her winter boots and gloves.

“At least let us do it the right way.” Julien said, and began helping you.

The lights were strung perfectly by the time she finished. You were both sore and tired that night. The morning brought different opinions…

“You know,” Julien said as she sipped her coffee. “I didn’t hate having the lights when I was in bed.”

“Yeah, it was kind of nice.” You agreed.

Two weeks before Christmas, you were struggling to pick an outfit. You were going home again for the big holiday, and your family was having a nice dinner. As much as you despised the itchiness of an ugly sweater, you didn’t want your parents looking at your bland outfit and sighing.

Julien offered to help you. She promised that she would find the ugliest shirt possible.

That’s how you find yourself in a thrift store dressing room with Julien, yet another coffee in her hand, her gaze glued to the floor when you changed. Your options were pretty good; one sweater with a cat, one with actual bells on it, and one with Snoopy on it. You’d told Julien no when she offered you a shirt that said something about being naughty.

“This one smells like sweat.” You muttered, wearing one of the options.

“It doesn’t look very breathable.” Julien chuckled.

“I can’t wear this for hours.” You sighed.

You slipped the top off, and she quickly looked at her shoes, like the respectful person she always was.

The Snoopy one was insanely itchy, which was a disappointment. Of course, the one that worked…the one with actual bells on it.

“I’m gonna wear this to dinner and then die in it.” You grumbled.

Julien was too busy laughing. Every time you moved, a jingle came from the shirt.

She was too busy making remarks to look away when you changed, and she didn’t react. Inwardly, she did.

That night, she couldn’t help but think of you half bare, and you couldn’t help but feel exposed…but in a bad way? You couldn’t decide if you were embarrassed or not.

Four days before Christmas, the day you both left, she gave you the most meaningful gift you’d ever received. It was like she studied you and then purchased it.

“Julien…” You whispered, holding the object in your hands.

“It’s fine if you don’t like it.” She quickly told you.

“It’s…perfect.” You felt tears in your eyes. You felt known.

“Are you sure?” She asked, nervous. “Cause you’re…crying a little.”

You laughed. “Happy tears, Julien.”

“Got it.” She swallowed hard, nodding.

You had the strongest urge to embrace her, and you did. She froze for a moment, then hesitantly hugged you back.

“Thank you.” You mumbled into her shoulder.

“You’re welcome.” She smiled.

You pulled away a bit, to wipe your eyes. “I just feel, like…I don’t know. You really thought about me for this and I-”

“Y/N?” She interrupted you.

“What?” You responded.

“We don’t have fuck-ass mistletoe but…” She cleared her throat. “Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widened, yet…you weren’t nervous, or disgusted, or anything bad. Her lips were on yours the second you nodded.

Though, you had to leave to catch your plane before anything more could happen.

Christmas was alright. Nothing spectacular. Your mind was consumed by Julien. You missed her. You missed how nice her hands had felt on your waist. You wanted to talk to her about whatever had happened. A phone call didn’t feel like it would suffice much, but you ended up calling her the day before you left.

Everyone in the house was asleep. In your childhood bed, you dialed her number, taking deep breaths when you listened to it ring.

“Hello?” Her voice came through all staticy, yet it was enough.

“Hi, Julien.” You whispered, so you wouldn’t wake anyone.

“Hey.” She said softly. She sounded happy when she realized it was you.

“I only called you because every other noise is snoring.” You teased.

“Ah.” She sighed. “I knew it wasn’t because you wanted to talk to me.”

You laughed quietly. Your dark bedroom didn’t feel as lonely with her on the phone.

“How was your Christmas?” You asked.

“Eh…you know.” She muttered.

“I do.”

You didn’t need an explanation.

You fell asleep to her talking about aunts and cousins and food.

You met up at the airport once back in California, and in the safety of her car, she kissed you again. The drive home felt so long. You simply wanted to make out on the couch, like you did days ago.

There was clearly something strong between you, and that holiday season brought it to both of your knowledge. How could you hate Christmas when it pushed you together? After that year, it wasn’t so bad.

[destinygoldenstar]

Due to the results of the election, things look bleak. And I live in a red state.

So in case anything were to happen, I want to be open about my experiences a lot more. I'm going to try and live as long as I possibly can, and I can tell you that if I get jailed, assaulted, or killed, it's NOT by my hands.

I'm an asexual lesbian woman in my twenties. I live in a red state.

When Donald Trump became president the first time, I was still a kid. So I couldn't get too caught in the crossfire of what he was doing during that term. That, and I had not figured out my identity yet. It wasn't until a couple months after Trump became president that I discovered from Internet browsing that "Wait, men x woman is NOT the only form of romantic love that exists? You can do that?"

Before that, I've been writing since I was six, never stopped and became self taught how to write fiction. Even as a kid, when I was a shit writer and just ripping off from the media I consumed, I would always make the straight pairings a 'friendship' between two girls instead. Because it was what I understood then. For awhile, after I got out of the phase, I dismissed that as me being a mansogynistic child. But no, turns out there was more to the story than that.

There was other things that became hints as well before I became aware who I was. When the other girls in my school were gushing about cute boys and teasing about 'do you like this boy? You talk to him so obviously you like him.' I would be in my corner minding my own business, not interested in the topic. When it was directly targeted at me, I would say 'yeah I like him', because due to my autism, either my reaction sent mixed communication signals, or I would think they meant platonically. Then they would either tease that I confessed to romance, or they would get I got it wrong and say 'I meant as a boyfriend'. And I wouldn't answer because I didn't want to be rude.

What was wrong with only seeing boys as friends? Well back then where I was from, everyone assumes everyone is straight. A boy talks to a girl, obviously they're gonna smooch.

So I, as someone who didn't know queerness existed, had to assume I was like that as well. And I was just "Not old enough to get it".

And then as I get older, that mindset turns into 'men and women always want to kiss and fuck each other all the time'.

But I wasn't interested in that at all, especially not the fucking. But there was no awareness of queerness in public and I didn't use social media, so I had to assume I was like that as well, just that I wasn't old enough to get it.

Which that became a weird excuse, I learned how babies were made when I was SEVEN.

All the while, while I NEVER dreamed of ever fucking anyone, I still had some PG-Loving fantasies about the women in those 'girls cartoons' I'd watch. Winx Club, Totally Spies, the Disney Princess Movies, etc. I read the Sailor Moon manga ALL THE TIME in Middle School. I was NEVER interested in the boys they were into, and I would never get it. Even as a kid.

Maybe I was just someone who was into femininity. Maybe it was something about how they'd stylize their hair or fashion, or their softer voices, or their more delicate approaches that touched my heart. In a way male characters didn't.

Later I would realize that applied to real life too.

Then my family watched the Cinderella Live Action Remake, and let's say, I found it magical. After the movie, my mom told me "You'll find your prince one day."

She assumed I was straight. Like everyone does before they get told otherwise. She assumed I was fantasizing about the prince that swept her off her feet. But... I wasn't. I was more interested in Cinderella herself and her pretty dress and eyes and how she stood up for herself to leave her abusive household. (Celebrity Crush?)

Then there's when my family got me in the MCU. You know, before Phase 4, which after that... EW.

My family would always GUSH about how CUTE these MEN were, as celebrity crushes. And they kept saying this was completely normal. My mom was a HUGE Captain America kinnie, my sister was into Thor (& Aquaman), etc. And I... did not get it. I didn't get any crushes on any of these guys. I liked them as characters, but crush? No.

And my mom was confused by it. Why isn't my daughter blushing mad at these movie men?! "Well maybe she'll like the actor for *this new MCU male character that shows up later*."

Nope. Nothing.

You know which celebrity from the MCU I did consider hot though? Scarlet Johansen. But I was casual about it and didn't say a word and kept it to myself.

I guess it clicked to me too late what I was ACTUALLY interested in.

Not in a 'I wanna fuck them' way. HELL NO. But I am an ace who doesn't have a problem with casual kissing. Dating someone? Sure. Potentially marrying someone one day? Of course. Isn't that normal romance and what people value in their crushes? (In person crushes, obviously.)

And then there was my 'first boyfriend'. BIG quote on quote there. He was a guy a year older than me in my school that CLEARLY was crushing on me. He would constantly follow me around to try and talk to me awkwardly, compliment me, etc. (Would I say 'stalker'? Not really. He could've been worse.) And I just found it AWKWARD.

He once tried to put his arm around me lovingly, and I was uncomfortable and made an excuse to leave.

I later talked to my mom about it, and she suggested I avoid him. And I did. I never talked to him again.

Was that the right call? Not sure. But I don't want to know what relationship that would've been if I did accept his loving gestures.

And he was just the first. Through Late Middle School and Early High School, a TON of boys were after me and wanted me. And they became OBNOXIOUS about it. And EVERY TIME they confessed their love to me, I would always, right there and in front of everyone, reject them.

That didn't stop them, as they would proceed to bully me about it and get in my face about them LOVING me. Or something.

It turns out most of them were just a 'this girl is hot' thing. Some even admitted that. I asked one guy what he liked about me. He said "looks". And when I asked, "Anything else?" And he said "Nope."

That boy was a MISOGYNISTIC PIG btw. And NO SHAME too. He constantly bullied me and made jabs at me, and he said the reasons were, "Because you are a woman. You belong in the kitchen."

I'm NOT exaggerating, btw. This is actually straight up what he said.

From then I became self aware and insecure about my appearance. Like, I'm hot? People think I'm hot? For awhile, I wanted to try and ruin my appearance so I wasn't so 'traditionally attractive'. I would draw a marker all over my skin, for example.

I mean, sure, these boys were assholes. And sure, people there, before I moved, hated my personality. They like my appearance, but the moment they get a taste of who I am, they say, "What a WASTE of good looks for a woman."

But I DO NOT want this to come across as "I'm queer because I hate men". Because I don't. It was just where I was and how the boys treated me back then. Nowadays, I have a couple of male friends who are good people, and don't treat me like dirt. It's just that I only consider them friends.

Combine all of these experiences, and I guess I subconsciously realized "OH MY GOD... I'M GAY."

But I never CONSCIOUSLY wanted to confront that. You know?

I only knew of the gay people on TV at the time. And in real life, I only knew one girl that was also lesbian, but uh... she was toxic, and really hurt me, and I DON'T want talk about that.

Everyone else in my real life was straight. And openly so. I was the ONLY person in my life that wasn't. And without social media (I didn't get it till I was a proper adult), I thought I was a broken human being.

"I couldn't like girls! I'm a girl! I'm supposed to like boys! I just haven't found the right boy yet, that's all! I'm not queer! I'm not broken! I can't be more broken than I already am!"

And people already WEREN'T very accepting about me being autistic. Something I outted. And what proceeded was years of bullying, discrimination, and ridicule. Even from adults. So if anyone started to process I was gay? I WOULD BE DEAD.

And then it happened. This AMAZING girl is a part of my life, and something clicked between us. And I started to process that she really liked me. (She's demisexual) I mean, I already knew she did, we've been friends for awhile before this, but there were other feelings she was blossoming for me. Romantic feelings. I didn't confront her about it because I had to think about it myself. And then I realized it myself. I had feelings for a real life person. Romantic feelings.

A couple months later, we confessed to each other, and we became official. I'm still with her to this day, and we're in a very loving healthy relationship and we feel safe and supportive of each other.

I wish I could say that I 'came out' properly to my parents, but I didn't. Six months into my relationship, my mom caught us, and found out.

I didn't tell my parents I was gay, they found out. Simple as that.

One, it had to do with fear that they wouldn't accept me. Two, I found it RIDICULOUS that only gay people have to come out.

Straight people don't! Everyone just assume you're straight until you tell them otherwise! At least bi and pan people have an easier time pretending they only like the opposite sex!

So I just... didn't want to tell them.

I did end up coming out to my cousin on the phone, the first person I properly came out to. And all he said was a casual, "Okay. Nothing wrong with that."

Which did make me feel better and understand I wasn't broken and I was valid.

So when my mom found out about us, she confronted me about it. And I told the truth and confirmed that I was in a relationship with another girl. And... she only expressed confusion. She said I could be whatever I wanted to be, but it's clear she didn't understand it at all. Neither of my parents did.

A few days later they made it clear that even if they didn't understand it, they were going to accept me, and they broke my fears by making it clear they were not going to disown me.

My mom told me that I shouldn't be open about my sexuality to anyone else. It's 'inappropriate'. "We will accept you, but there are people in this world that won't. They will bully you to no end and hurt you."

To which I responded, "They already don't accept me."

Referring to the years of bullying I endured for my autism.

I mean, to this day, I still love my family, and are grateful they love me and want to do everything for me. But only now is my mom getting around to trying to understand my autism through research. There's something to be said about whenever we're in public, or my mom is talking to a friend of hers, she refers to me and my GF as 'best friends' and nothing more. Or how she talks about how I haven't found a boyfriend yet.

It's because of this, that when asked, I use the vague gender neutral term 'partner' when talking about my relationship in public. So while I'm not 'hiding', I'm not opening myself up for backlash either.

It just, sometimes, feels weird. While my family and my GF's family accept us, everyone else in our families are straight, as far as I know. We are the only two queer people in our family.

As for my asexual side of my identity and how I figured that out, there's not as much to the story other than what I've already said. I never found any desire to have sex with anyone, and I found the explicit material of that subject matter revolting. I always did, and I never grew out of that. Whenever someone at school started talking about something sex related, I turned the opposite direction.

One time I couldn't, much after I got my relationship, and I said very bluntly I didn't care about sex. Then they asked "Are you asexual?"

And I researched it, and realized, "Yep. That sums it up."

I told my GF that same day, honesty is the best policy after all, and she strongly accepted me and promised not to make me do anything I was uncomfortable with. And she never did. Love her.

I did research, and realized, YES, Asexual Lesbians EXIST. You can be Asexual AND be a Lesbian. There's no contradiction.

It just makes my identity more specfic.

I admit, I'm still trying to come to terms with my identity and that I'm not broken. There are times where I feel like I am, whether it's liking girls the way I'm supposed to like boys, or having no sexual desire.

And still, to this day, where I work, ALL of my other co-workers are straight. Or at least, either straight, or hiding. I am the ONLY queer person I know in my community. (Well, aside from my GF, obviously)

So when the Election happened, is it any wonder how scared I'd be?

I casually admitted to a few of my co-workers that I'm dating a woman. And I haven't been 'harassed' by any of them. Mostly because where I work, there's a bullying policy and they would get fired.

But NOW? Living in a red state? With people I work with and for casually supporting Trump's win? I feel UNSAFE. I feel ALONE. I feel like if I tell someone the truth, I'd get arrested or assaulted or something. It's bad enough that I'm a woman. But an autistic woman? A queer woman? BAD COMBINATION.

Just the other day I was working, I confessed to being terrified of the election results, and why. And there were two people I told this to.

One of them gave me a warm and caring hug and told me I would be looked after and we would be okay.

The other person I told this to looked at me in confusion and told me, "There's nothing to be scared of. Things would be far worse if Harris won."

I don't like Harris either, but they don't know that. Trump WAS in office once, so we had something to go off of.

I should be appreciative that the place I work at has told me I'll always have a safe place there and nobody that works there will hurt me, and they wouldn't let anyone hurt me if they could help it. And I am.

But there's something to be said about the people around me DISMISSING my fears. Dismissing that I am at far more risk of assault now. Dismissing that I could lose my opportunities to work and get money to feed myself now, if any laws are to get signed against neurodivergent people. Dismissing that there's now going to be more backlash for queer people more than ever, and people that will treat me like a disgrace and a villain.

Living in a red state makes this worse. My body is sensitive. If I ever get pregnant from rape, I could DIE. My GF is on disability, so if she ever gets pregnant, she could DIE. We both could DIE.

But I wanted to get my story out on the Internet, because if that ever were to happen, if in the future I get killed, I want to make it clear that I am choosing not to give up now in the present day. I am choosing to live with myself. And I am choosing to NOT abandon my GF and stay with her. Even with the backlash we'll get. Because I love her, and it's nobody's choice but my own to be with her.

Because THIS IS ME. And no one can take that away from me.

And whether I die from getting killed, or I survive the four years and die of old age, I choose to die as ME. And as nobody else.

And my story will be here, so even if it gets lost, it can be found.

You Are Not Alone. We Are In This Fight Together.

Keep Living. Keep Holding On. They Can't Take Our Identities Away From Us.

[starlightseraph]

sighhhhh…

i saw a post claiming that being uncomfortable with some of the wild rpf blogs is homophobia (or rather, that we’re only so uncomfortable with the rabid david/michael shipping because they’re both men, and not by georgia/anna stuff because they’re women), and i find that very funny.

firstly, most of us are queer to begin with, and while being queer doesn’t mean you can’t be discriminatory to other queer people, it’s important to mention.

secondly, the reason no one’s weirded out over georgia and anna is because no one is actually, truly shipping them in the real, actually world. it is very clearly a joke, and some of it is fun stories on ao3. the whole making out thing (which i’ve now seen brought up as evidence that we’re not as uncomfortable with f/f rpf) is literally in response to neil gaiman’s tumblr joke about dottie and sadie, who are fake characters that he uses to deflect from people wanting spoilers. the fandom has imagined them as being played by georgia and anna. they won’t be, because dottie and sadie aren’t actual characters in any fictional work. no one’s saying that georgia and anna, the real people, should make out, we’re making a joke about a fake storyline that only exists in several posts on tumblr.

we’re not grossed out because the the david/michael shipping is m/m. we’re grossed out because these are real people that are being treated like puppets to serve some fantasy. not hypothetical characters created for the purpose of a gag that will never be in any official form of media. not characters in a show who don’t actually exist. actual fucking humans.

rpf stands for real person fiction. fiction. i’m not even sure this qualifies as rpf anymore; no one’s treating it as a fun, made-up story, they’re presenting it as an “investigation” into the real lives of real people. people who are strangers, people who we know almost nothing about.

rpf very often morphs into this, and i really think it’s in a class of its own.

it’s one thing to write silly little stories on ao3 using the names and personalities and likenesses of real people, it’s a completely different thing to dissect every single thing you see about someone and to come to a conclusion that just so happens to perfectly fit your ideal of their lives.

i find even the purely fictional rpf to be a bit strange and uncomfortable, but i don’t have any real moral objections to it. when it bleeds into reality, though, and the wishful thinking of fans presents as a vast, complex conspiracy, that’s straight up creepy. like i won’t even go into why it’s creepy, it should be obvious. celebrities are genuinely afraid of people like this. they’re afraid of the rumours, they’re afraid of stalkers, they feel like they can’t even have innocent fun without it being “proof” that their marriage is just for show. they hate it. i hope all these blogs know that david and michael would all but certainly be very unamused by all of this. they’d probably be a bit terrified, and also embarrassed that anything they did could possibly be interpreted in these ways. no celebrity ever signs up for this, the extent of the obsession some people have is impossible to comprehend until it’s in front of you. even if they’re used to it by now, why, in the name of god, would you pile on?

please, touch grass. smell the roses. leave the parasocial echo chamber. do something to reacquaint yourselves with the real world and how real people function. if you’re really fans, leave them and their loved ones alone.

[ultrone]

I feel like coming out to Jeff would be so fucking funny.

He’s buying a cake that’s shaped awfully quite like a vagina.

When you’re the car together he only plays music made by sapphic women & Hozier.

If a man comes up to you whether he’s flirting or not he’s interjecting with, “Leave my lesbian alone!” or something like that.

Asks if it’s impolite of him to offer you a hotdog.

He definitely tries to set you up with girls. “I don’t know why you just won’t ask her out? She’s hot.” “Jeff, I don’t know her sexuality.” “So ask her!”

Asks for sex help. Not in a fetish way. “You’re a woman who hooks up with women. You’re a walking cheat code!”

Buys flags and rainbow gear. Will go to Pride and enjoy being flirted with by queer men.

I don’t know why I did this. You used that picture of Jeff and had a brainstorm.

-🐈‍⬛

P.S. I’m so sorry

this is amazing i loved it so much 😭😭 best hcs of jeff i’ve ever read istg they’re so accurate LMFAOO 🙏🏻

my mans would have the time of his life at pride i swear 😭 he’d also come to gay bars with you and accept drinks from random cute men ☠️

[super-hero-confessions]

Y'know? After looking around and seeing all the insane white privilege shit people who "hate" Garth Ennis comics say about him or his comics and how attacked they feel when anyone tries to explain what satire is?

"A-Train is less redeemable than Homelander" "Hughie's mom is irredeemable but Homelander is redeemable" my fucking ass.

I can in 100% confidence say that they don't understand satire or storytelling in general and have no sense of basic reading or media comprehension. Without a doubt.

Most of them are just racist misogynistic ableist assholes who hide behind minorities and refuse to confront their internal bigotry. So they blame everyone else for it.

Ennis is a guy who wrote two whole comics where criticism against British transphobia was a whole ass feature and where boundaries and nuance and grief was such a important theme too. All while deep diving into how fucked up the U.S. military is and how even more fucked up weapons corporations are.

Oh and he also added a couple arcs criticizing homophobia and queerphobia and the people who hate on and make victims of queer people. In the same comics.

But "he" (said from the mouths of blatantly homophobic people that are constantly fetishizing and heteronormalizing gay people) is the one who's homophobic?

Interesting theory.

Exactly as convincing as the one claiming "Eric Kripke thinks women on top in a relationship are evil" despite that the literal first sex scene we get in the show (The Boys) has Becca Butcher on top. It's not like Billy's entire dynamic with her was highlighted with his being happily and consensually submissive to her and how perfectly fine and happy they were with this arrangement or how toxic masculinity is part of what was ruining it and hurting her. I'm sure...she was a villain right?? Queen Maeve also got on top and took control so she must have been a villain too!

This level of DUMB and self righteously full of shit and bad faith nonsense and lies makes me want to vomit.

I'm getting so tired of seeing so many stupid and arrogant people that very obviously come from a place of white privilege projecting their own insecurities and internalized prejudice onto artists and writers who are just trying to tell a story full stop. I'm so tired of it.

The Boys (comics and show) makes a lot of really phenomenal points but these dipshits can't actually be bothered to listen to any of them because they're too busy looking for things to be outraged at so they can virtue signal about it and how "superior" they or their ideas or whatever are to the author (who isn't even trying to broadcast what their views are they're trying to tell a story) when in reality they're just showing how fucking ignorant and privileged they are.

"gArTh EnNiS iS a EdGeLoRd"

No y'all are just some snobby and clueless outta touch privileged assholes that want the people around you in neat little bubbles that fit your perfect little world views so you don't have to think about confronting any that might be wrong.

If the existence of someone like "Big Bobbi" would make you uncomfortable because she's not a "uwu perfect little trans goddess girl" that fits the mold of what you think a trans woman should look like (as if all trans women should look act and think exactly alike cause that's not trans misogyny at all)?

The problem is you.

Get off the dead horse you forgot to feed and bury it already.

I'm so fucking tired of "brunch liberals/democrats". We need real fighters and people willing to listen and argue in good faith if we want actual change or progress. We need people willing to grow from being wrong instead of doubling down on it. It must be so nice to only have to focus on first world problems while you get to step on everyone else you pretend to champion for but I'm not that lucky and the same assholes would judge me and others for liking something unconventional that actually does pay attention and gives me a little comfort.

These people need to fuck off and leave us alone and stop using us as humans shields for their bullshit.

[lover-of-mine]

I have realized what is making my head explode when a BT post accidentally goes through my tags!!!! They are completely ignoring Buck is bi. They are acting like my aunt in the early 2000s. I may not have been fond of all the LUs but they were valid relationships. If Taylor had not fucked up who knows where that relationship would have gone. I mean clearly nowhere once Eddie was out because once Eddie broke up with him he spiraled and kissed Lucy. But they are still valid relationships and at this point in time I don't see how Tommy is better than any of them. To be honest he has the worst traits of Abby and Taylor but the screen time of Ally. So frustrating.

Well, when have people ever been normal about bisexuality? But here's the thing, every relationship Buck had so far had his own set of issues that somehow have been reduced to the way he was dating women, which is fucked in so many ways and the amount of times I have to stop myself from picking a fight because of bucktaylor it's actually hysterical to me because we're seriously at a point where I need to defend the validity of Taylor's place in Buck's life. Like, how did we get here? Because here's the thing, do I think Buck and Taylor were meant to be? No. Do I think Buck would've clung to her until he literally couldn't anymore if her actions hadn't hurt his family? Absolutely. I see Buck going as far as panic proposing to her if that particular situation hadn't happened, just to have someone. Because they had chemistry and Buck kept trying to force that to become love. Taylor was wrong for Buck for a multitude of reasons, but none of those reasons were because she's a woman and Buck is gay. And the relationship with Tommy is not gonna magically last forever just because Tommy is a man. Tommy is this weird amalgamation of all of Buck's love interests with Ali/Ana levels of screentime and he doesn't magically have a fighting chance just because he has a dick and people can't seem to see this. And I think that's crazy. Because Tommy was given to us in an episode that had the theme of not recognizing people, while actively making us think it was about someone else and then they did the Kim storyline and I want to scream because people can't see the parallels. And the more I look at it the more insane I get because he's all of Buck's love interests smashed into someone who's Eddie two steps to the left with none of the things we love about him. But somehow he's perfect because he's not a woman. The only thing Tommy has going for him is not being a woman. You turn him into one and none of the things he did would fly. Letting Buck get away with physically hurting Eddie? Leaving him in the curb? Not dressing up? Making a kink joke after someone Buck loves almost died? Picture those scenes with Lucy and tell me anyone in the fandom would be shipping them. Let alone fighting for them the way people are right now. But he's a man so he gets a pass and that's so fucking weird. Evan Buckley is bisexual but getting dicked down isn't going to magically make everything perfect. Jesus.

Also, since you mentioned Eddie coming out, something that I've been thinking about since we found out it was supposed to be Eddie, a Buck who thinks he's straight finding out Eddie has a boyfriend would shortcircuit. I legit think they could not find a way to write Buck's reaction to Eddie being queer that didn't end with him figuring his feelings out so they switched things up, so Buck would for sure would've gotten there once Eddie got there because he would've had big feelings about it and Buck is not the repressed one.

[the-good-bad-truth]

Oh Right! Support a guy who threatened suicide over a phone call with his then gf and is on tape saying the N word. He also justifies his attraction to minors by saying Axl Rose and Jimmy Page did it so it’s ok. That’s disgusting.

Good job!

Really, find Peace. And maybe a little bit of brain.

Alright, then you want me to play into your little rage bait game. Ok. Let’s play this game then.

First, I want to correct some of the things you mentioned. The threatening, black mail suicide thing. Idk if you have ever experienced someone w/suicidal thoughts or is such in a bad, dark mental space that they are contemplating leaving this earth, but I hope you never do because it is one of the most sick to your stomach, heart shattering things. I have had thoughts like this since I was 13 and it fucking sucks. But I have grown to like some parts of living enough for me to stay and Colson may have felt the same way. One of these happy parts for him, could have been Megan, you know the woman he loves and had come to him as some sort of savior and healer in his life. But yeah, let’s act and pretend that he was doing some American psycho, Ted bundy level manipulation. Ok. that makes sense at least in your story.

For further context, his father that he had a strained relationship had just passed and he had not at this moment reconnected with his mother. So, he was alone, lost, no parents for him to lean on and heavily intoxicated. So, one would say that he called the first person he knew/thought of that could help him or ground him back to earth. Would you prefer he called his young daughter or rather a grown woman who is used to as per said in her Poem book that seems capable/or at the very least more tolerant to men with these issues.

Next, the N word. If you are referring to that one old, 12/14 years ago grainy, bad sound clip where it possibly sounded like the word, I have to ask what does that have to do with anything, really. Cuz I also remember the interviewer that was standing right there had come out and said that he did not say it. Regardless if he did, he has said in 2020 that if anyone is racist and a supporter of his to fuck off and burn his music, cuz he does not fucking care for them. But ok. 

Oh and the minor shit. Yes, was that stupid and completely inappropriate that he had said those things when he was 19/20? Yes it was. He is an idiot for that. But he has come out and said that he is ashamed and embarrassed of the things he said in the past. 

So, don’t try to use this as a gotcha moment for me or his fans. We know he has done stupid shit that I am sure he deeply regrets. And as far as I am aware, his REAL fans call him out on that shit or any other stupid things he does. What confuses me is that Megan fans/supporters refuse to do the same.

Let me use my brain for a minute. Megan fox, a woman who shames other women, feels threatened by other women, sexualizes bisexuality (a sexuality that already faces a lot prejudice in the queer community, some holding the belief it is not real at all, it is either straight people pretending, or they are just gay) for her own benefit, uses Japanese/Ukrainian woman as a silly little joke. Megan fox who did not talk about roe v wade until everyone else did it to fit in, who says world problems do not concern her unless they directly affect her, who did not wear a mask until she was hacked and then the very next pap photo was rocking one. Which is weird cuz she has three young boys who could have gotten sick, an ex-husband who had severe health issues and getting covid from her and her constant, unnecessary travels could have killed him or his new pregnant gf, Sharna could have also gotten it.  A woman who profits and benefits solely on her beauty while there are other actors/actresses that actually have to showcase and prove their talent/worth to get a role. Shit, a woman, a mother who refers to her son as a kamikaze (suicide pilot) or knowing that Casie (Colson daughter) was going to be on tour with Colson (her father who is a hated man) and what did Megan do? Oh, just post backstage passes that held sensitive information where some lunatic that was crazy enough could have copied and snuck backstage when she was specifically told not to or to wait until the info was covered up to post. But no Megan had to show us her breast implants, so fuck it, right? 

One last thing, He is a bad, racist, PDF, sad excuse, manipulator and abusive person to Megan. Then tell her to leave. Right now. Text her, go in her comments or something and tell her to leave him. He’s a monster, Right? Go, Save her, Save Jennifer. Get off my blog and go help her.

And you sent this to me at 2:37 am. Come on. At least wait till after I have breakfast.

[t0ast-ghost]

S3 EP19 (Requiem For Methuselah) let me guess. Kirk is romancing.

Forthwards:

- beaming down together <3

- uh oh a time limit!

- Spock grabs McCoy’s arm to get him out of the way of the fire

- very drawable right here

- Kirk is not fucking around today

- wow. Just wow.

- A SHAKESPEARE FIRST FOLIO?!? This guy is fucking rich holy shit

- She’s just like me when I watch Star Trek

- I like that she wants to talk to Spock about science :))

- “What is loneliness?” “It is a thirst. It is a flower dying in a desert.” Wow

- “Thank you, Doctor. I will have a brandy.” “Do you think the two of us can handle a drunk Vulcan? Once alcohol hits that green blood—” They’re adorable

- fuck off fuck off fuck off (edit: this is probably about them immediately flirting with Rayna)

- Bottles of colourful liquid. You think one of them is ketchup?

- Does Kirk know how to play pool? Is she showing him for no reason? He seems to know what he’s doing…

- I love that Spock likes playing musical instruments

- His boyfriend is dancing with a woman RIGHT THERE. I wonder what a rewrite of this would be like with canonical queer Kirk in a relationship with Spock and McCoy and why he would choose to dance with her. Cause I think he should be able to just enjoy doing stuff like dancing and holding hands without it being romantic. AND THEN MCCOY WALKS INTO THAT OMG THE DRAMA

- Damn Kirk isn’t interested in Spock’s info dump about Brahms. Tragic.

- and they’re kissing

- The way Kirk just pushed her out of the way-

- YEAH SAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND SPOCK!!!

- Flint kinda wishes that the bot killed Kirk

- Yeah it sucks to be home schooled

- This is becoming like Twilight but without the baseball and vampires

- This is a horrible power imbalance between Flint and Rayna

- And they’re kissing (Nichelle nichols futurama clip where she says "I had to kiss Shatner) (edit: here's the clip at 1:26)

- WHY IS HE SHAKING HER LIKE THAT BRO WHAT THE FUCK

- Kirk’s ass damn why is Flint hiding the Ryetalyn

- “(Spock): Captain, I shall get the Ryetalyn.” “(Kirk): Why you?” “(Spock): There may be dangers within.” “(Kirk): Let’s find out.” “(Spock): Let me go alone captain.” “(McCoy): Why? Get to the point, Spock. If there is one.” “(Kirk): We’ll all go.” Kirk and McCoy ARE NOT about to let they’re boyfriend go into a dangerous area alone

- OMG SHES BALD! (She’s bald and she’s torturing people who have hair)

- “Her only flaw, she is not human.” THATS HER FLAW??? First off Spock is RIGHT THERE. Second I'd say the flaw is that she's being controlled by a awful man

- Wait what? this guy is DA VINCI?!? And still no bitches...

- “She is my handiwork, my property.” EW DISGUSTING KILL HIM

- HE JUST BLOOPED THE ENTERPRISE OUT OF EXISTENCE

- I’m giggling

- “Give me back my ship. Your secret is safe with us.” YOU’RE JUST GONNA LEAVE HER?

- “Because you knew I could bring her emotions alive.” Bleh

- Kirk gets absolutely beat the fuck up

- “No. Do not order me. No one can order me.” YES GET IT! YES

- “She’s human. Down to the last blood cell she’s human. Down to the last thought, hope, aspiration, emotion. She’s human. Her human spirit is free. You have no power of ownership! She’s free to do as she wishes.” Kirk’s so happy for her!

- “No man beats me.” “I don’t want to beat you. This is no test of power. Rayna belongs to herself, and she claims the human right of choice. To be, as she wills. To do as she wills. To think as she wills.”

- Okay but she shouldn’t have to choose between two men. There’s so many more out there in the galaxy

- OH NO DHES SEAD

- “What happened?” “She loved you, captain.” Spock just admitted Kirk’s drop dead gorgeous

- This is giving boyfriend vs. father vibes which I hate. I hate that this is how women are treated. As burdens to be thrown from one man to the next. This is reminding me of A Dolls House by Henrik Ibsen it's a pretty short play and the ending is phenomenal for the time

- Kirk is lonely :(

- “If only I could forget.” Spock spends several seconds staring at Kirk and contemplating until McCoy comes in

“Oh thank heavens, sleeping at last.” McCoy just wants Kirk to get a good nights rest

- yeah

- “You see, I feel sorrier for you I do for him…because you’ll never know the things that love can drive a man to. The ecstasies, the miseries. The broken rules, the desperate chances. The glorious failures, and the glorious victories. All of these things you’ll never know, simply because the word ‘love’ isn’t written into your book. Good night, Spock.” “Good night, Doctor.” WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT AND WHY HAVENT I SEEN AN EDIT TO THAT. Also now I REALLY wanna write a mcspirk fanfic based solely on THAT

- “I do wish he could forget her.” BOTH McCoy and Kirk wished for this and so Spock does something crazy for his loves omg omg I’m gonna throw up wtf

- there’s literally romantic music playing in the background as Spock leans down to mind meld and says “forget”

Well

Masterpost

Episode written by Jerome Bixby

[animentality]

Listen I know that the yaoi fandom was super cringe back in the day, but when they said: "I wish I was a man so I could have gay sex with men," I mean.

Does that sound like a straight cis girl to you?

Everyone's cringe as a teenager, because teenagers are figuring something out.

I object to people who insist all yaoi and slash fan girls are all cishets who are the root cause of all homophobia.

I'd bet you that most of them are queer themselves, and those who are not, are still far less harmful than the homophobes of the world.

Like you think teen girls writing narusasu porn are worse than evangelicals who bomb abortion clinics?

Fuck you.

Also the people who say straight women fetishize our existence, well, sometimes they do, but straight people fetishize their own existence too.

And there are people who act as though straight women are hounding gay and bisexual men on the regular and trying to get them to kiss- what world are you living in?

There's no way that's happening in significant numbers for it to be some kind of huge problem. You're 600x more likely to get your ass beat for holding hands with a man in public than having a yaoi fangirl come up to you and say omg can you kiss your bf while I watch?

Women and AFAB people are just not raised that way, but that's a whole different issue that we won't get into.

Leave yaoi girls alone. They're not really hurting anyone, and if they do, well, if it's an irl situation, it's probably just an embarrassing thing they'll look back on in their thirties.

Call me when a yaoi fangirl puts a gun to a gay man's head and tells him to make out with a guy.

[im-not-your-nice-jewish-boy]

fascinating

I'm sure someone else has already pointed this out, but it's very interesting that the goyim steal our ideas and our culture to harm us.

Christians (Catholics in particular): stole our stories, our laws, our jobs; they then used those things to justify the Inquisition, the stereotypes about money and Jewish association with it, and then used those laws that they didn't (and still obviously don't) even rightly understand themselves to bring incalculable inhumanity against everyone who didn't fit into what they demanded from women in general (but in particular women who did Literally Anything Men Didn't Like) to queer folks (of whom I am one) to so many different ethnic groups of people that even they probably don't know the number

Nazis: Used anything and everything about us (regardless of the fact that it was just flat out wrong) to justify their wholesale slaughter of us as being righteous

And now we have the antisemitic left who steal our voices, our history, out trauma, and our holidays to gaslight us into doing what they want. And when that doesn't work, they ghettoize us, demonize us, traumatize us, call for our deaths, and cheer on our killers all in the name of righteousness, just like every single other group of people who have ever spoken and thought the way they do

Have you not stolen enough from us already?

Fuck off and leave us alone.

[5ivebyfive]

CELEBS AND IDOLS OWE YOU NOTHING OF THEIR PERSONAL LIVES.

DO NOT SHIP RL PEOPLE.

IF YOU GET HURT FEELINGS THAT IS ON YOU.

NO ONE LIED, DECEIVED, QUEERBAITED, OR MANIPULATED YOU EXCEPT THE EXECS WHO MADE THEIR STARS HINT OTHERWISE FOR RATINGS AND VIEWS. (WHICH IS THE FUCKING NORM IN THESE SHOWS. AND THE ACTUAL ISSUE.) THE PROBLEM HERE IS THEM NOT THE VICTIM.

THIS IS ABOUT PRIVACY BEING BREECHED AND AVERAGE PEOPLE NOT KNOWING THE LINES NOT TO CROSS. IT’S ABOUT SOMEONE BREAKING THE LAW. IT’S ABOUT FANS WHO THINK THESE PEOPLE OWE THEM ANYTHING THEY WANT.

THESE WOMEN WANT TO KEEP THEIR JOBS AND SO THEY DO AS THEY ARE TOLD. THEY DO WHAT THEY SIGNED ON TO DO. IT IS ONLY WRONG THAT THEY WERE MADE TO IN ORDER TO WORK.

REAL PEOPLE OWE YOU NOTHING.

GET THE FUCK OVER IT AND STOP ACTING LIKE THEY WERE OUT TO PERSONALLY GET YOU AND TRICK YOU AND HURT YOU.

THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOU.

THIS IS NOT ON HER.

SHE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG EXCEPT AGREE TO FUCKED UP AND ACTUAL, NORMAL TERMS. (THE REAL FUCKING PROBLEM.)

SHE JUST WANTED HER JOB AND TO REPRESENT US. SHE FOUGHT FOR YOU. SHE CHAMPIONED FOR YOU. SHE LOVED YOU. SHE LOVES BECKY AND HER WORK.

THIS IS NOT ABOUT YOU.

DO NOT SHIP REAL PEOPLE ESPECIALLY IN MEDIA BECAUSE NOTHING IS REAL. IT IS FUCKING ENTERTAINMENT. IT IS YOUR FAULT YOU ARE DISAPPOINTED. IT IS IDF’S FAULT. THAT. IS. IT. IF YOU THINK THESE TACTICS DON’T GO BACK TO THE BEGINNING OF FILM AND STAGE THEN DO YOUR FUCKING RESEARCH.

IF YOU’RE TOO YOUNG TO UNDERSTAND THAT PEOPLE ARE NOT FANSERVICE TO YOU THEN YOU ARE TOO YOUNG FOR FANDOM. YOU’RE IN THE WRONG FIGHT. YOU’RE ON THE WRONG SIDE.

SIGNED, A QUEER, TIRED, FED UP FAN WHO CAN’T STAND THIS OR YOU ANYMORE.

FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. MOVE ON AND LEAVE HER ALONE.

[pisscrossiant]

My Dragon age two Sexuality headcanons

(I finally got to this 😭)

Marian Hawke - Lesbian

Garrett Hawke - Gay

Bethany Hawke - Abrosexual

Carver Hawke - Straight

Varric Tethras - Bisexual, no pref, Trans ftm

Isabella - Bisexual, Fem lean (canon technically)

Anders - Pansexual

Merrill - Lesbian

Fenris - Bisexual, Male lean, Demisexual

Aveline - Straight

Sebastian vael - Aromantic, Trans ftm

Male and Fem Hawke always give me Gay older sibling vibes, also I feel like Garrett slept with most of the templar's in lothering to get them to leave him and Bethany alone.

Bethany just screams Abrosexual too me I don't really have a reason she just gives that vibe.

Look at Carver and tell me he wouldn't call you a slur, he definitely calls Hawke slurs when he's mad. (I'm joking but I could see it)

VARRIC. He screams Transgender, I wish we could've romanced him but he would've made every other companion absolutely bitchless in comparison to him. I know because I would've romanced him every time.

Isabella is cannon Bi but she definitely prefers women I can't get over the Banter she had with Bethany where she said "You see, sweetness, men are only good for one thing. Women are good for six." Like you can't tell me she doesn't prefer women.

Anders would flirt and fuck anyone regardless of their gender (esp if its DAA Anders)

I've made a post about Merrill and how I find all the da elf girls lesbians and there's no acception for her. She is a LESBIAN, I would say Pansexual but I could never see her being with a man in either a romantic or sexual sense.

Fenris would have a romantic lean towards men, however he would feel wary about having sex with them since yk.. Danarious... But would prefer them in a romantic relationship, He would rather have a woman as a sex partner rather than a man, but he'd rather have a man as a romantic partner rather then a woman.

Aveline would call you every slur in the book, if you tried getting with her as a woman after the whole her fucking the guy she liked thing (Idk his name) she would definitely call you a L*sbo for thinking she'd be with you. I could see her throwing around Queer slurs and everyone else in the party is staring at her like "Oh.. you can't.. say that..." Like girl you are friends with a bunch of QUEERS do not be throwing those slurs around..

Sebastian is trans I can see it in his eyes... Also I don't think he'd ever have a partner in a romantic sense.

I did it guys 🥺🙏🏻 I finally got to this post 😭, I wrote this out like FULLY and Tumblr did not save it when I saved it in my drafts so I had to start OVER.