#this is about being trans and queer

[calamitouscarnage]

My world used to one of repression and misery.

I felt isolated and alone. A pariah amongst my people. Never quite fitting in.

I rotted in my husk of flesh. I languished through churches and jails. Through schools and wastelands.

A pariah from my own flesh, entirely disconnected from my body. I rotted in a shell that was never mine.

Those who did take me in were monsters. They saw deep down in me a spark of humanity and they coveted it.

They manipulated me. Inflicted upon me trials and tourment. Controlling my husk like a miserable marinette, they used it. Exploiting it, beating it, gaining ceuel pleasure at the behest of my misery.

Rape.

Repeatedly. Not just by one monster, but several. One of them chained me. Built for me a cage of thorns and told me I would be safe. I stepped in and he carried me far away from whence I came.

In a way he did not lie. I was away from the other monsters. But I was also away from what few things I loved. I was his to do with. A frail miserable thing. I rotted for so long amongst the fields of wind and cotton.

Rape. Beratement. Control. And a few times.

Violence.

Slowly however, things changed. He imposed a metamorphosis upon me. It changed my husk into something I loved. Something I cared about. He told me nothing had changed. But I begun to think differently.

I Convinced him to let me go, to travel back to my valley of heat and rock. I continued to change. Free from the restraints of monsters I felt free. I felt joy.

This disgusted my captor. And in his disgust he cut my chains, and set me free. She will be back he thought.

Freedom.

I carved for myself a better life. I lived and flourished. My body my own, my date in my control. I found community.

A pariah no more. Now one amongst a community. Oh to love and to be loved.

My world is now a realm of dive bars and game stores. Of music venues and rejoice. Of intimate nights and self determination. Of love and understanding and companionship.

Joy.

Monsters in my life no more. People who love me. Uplift me. They took were once pariahs. They too were once husks. No more. We have all changed.

Not all of us make it. Many of us die awful painful existences. All the more reason to be happy, for they were unable to. Many have not even reached out haven. They are still trapped, rotting, and in pain.

We will welcome them with open arms.

We must survive.

We will survive.

We as a community will thrive and weather the storms.

Some day, we will all be free.

I look at my journey and smile.

There is no beauty in this world like queer happiness.

[tapeworrmart]

Crush my ribs

[bonemeal12]

The urge to put The Guy in creepy Pinterest bathrooms is real… and I have no self control

[iliothermia]

I won't be able to finish this drawing before the convention, which will take up my next 5 days.. But I want to talk a little about him.. I've been thinking about golems and Frankenstein, and the trans body, projection and misunderstanding, villainization and death.

The concepts of Frankenstein's monster and the golem have been swimming in my head for a while, and their lore intertwining.. The tragedy of existing being seen as a monster no matter how you try,.. And the Golem, a protector of his people and a servant whose only flaw always rang a bit close to home as an an autistic person-- being too literal in execution of his orders. He's tired and struggles with a yearning for death. His havdalah candles will be out.. The first flame of the week, a spark of starting over again-- The flame brings him fear. As much as he's kept himself together he doesn't know how much longer he can keep doing it, he fears failure- but the fear of what may happen if he's gone is even more terrifying. He's lived a long life, and over time the one who formed him has sculpted him to the golem's own wishes.. From nothing to the man he is- but even with that effort, to outsiders he's still a monster. His skin is different shades of clays from varying riverbeds as his people have travelled.. Golems are unformed, imperfect.. but even as outsides can be polished the insides can still be broken

[gobstoppercowboy]

Shoutout to all my fellow ppl who see themselves as being simultaneously a boy and a girl. People who often wear clothes traditionally associated with their agab, or who don’t feel extreme dysphoria towards their body. People whose gender issues stem from within, and from knowing that they can’t just metamorphosise on a whim. People who’re a multiplicity in of themselves. People who’ve never known a life of gender singularity. People who’ve always been this way, people who’ve never known different. People who live exactly how they are, as confusing and conflicting as it may be sometimes. People whose friends and family would be beyond shocked and surprised if they told them they weren’t cis. People who love being this way. People who love having their own unique version of the masculine and feminine experiences, who use contradictory sets of pronouns. People who don’t really know if they can call themselves trans, but definitely aren’t cis, and altogether definitely don’t really care. People who are boys and girls and men and women and both and neither all at the same time. I love you. We’re the coolest. <3

[uncanny-tranny]

Periodic reminder that unless a person specifically and clearly tells you it is okay to tell others they are trans or queer, you should err on the side of caution and assume they do not want you to tell people (especially random people!) about their transness or queerness.

You have no idea, generally, why somebody doesn't talk openly about their trans or queer status, and you have no idea, truly, how somebody might react to that information. The most progressive person out there is still capable of harbouring incredibly negative thoughts about somebody's queer status.

[jellyfemmedyke]

Trans men and women tend to get viewed as either disgusting male freaks or perfect feminine female goddesses based entirely on identity and vibes alone, forcing trans men to either detranstion to talk about the issues faced, or shut up and hate themselves and grovel at the feet of their "betters", and trans women are forced to preform the highest standards of femininity or be shunned and live in fear of being cast out and not being "woman enough" facing the constant need to prove themselves to avoid being seen as interlopers. these things are similar, these problems overlap, and yet people go on to pretend that one is the most victimized victim and the other is the "subjector and oppressor" (Interchangeable) and neither can truly understand the other. these ideas being perpetuated by others within and outside of these groups. It drives me up the wall that there are people pretending this helps anyone, that either benefits from the others oppression in anyway. Personally, from what I've seen a lot of it comes out as like gender insecurity, from the inside groups, which is pretty sad, but also extremely frustrating to be lashed out at for being unwilling to accept this gender essentialist false binary

[speaking-from-the-abyss]

The universe: Which gender will you have, male or female?

Me: Yes.

The universe: Uh. Okay. Then who will you like romantically?

Me: Yes.

The universe: Um. Then what about your sexuality–

Me: No.

The universe:

[loveless-arobee]

Queer people literally every other day: No trust me, bro, this subset of queer people is actually all rapists and pedophiles and groomers and sex-crazed monsters. Trust me. This time, we found the real Bad Queers(tm), and it’s totally okay to harass, attack and abuse them for it. They deserve to be the target of bigotry. Just trust me, bro. They’re stealing our resources and making our whole community look bad! It’s these Bad Queers' fault we don’t have rights!!!

[trixxedheart]

It is amazing how the "people that love and uplift transwomen" website will instantly fucking maul a transwoman if she even remotely insinuate that using radfem rhetoric harms trans people

[cosmicredcadet]

"This fandom is so queer friendly!" This fandom literally hates, bisexual, trans, nonbinary, and aspec people but ok.

[houseswife]

transgender detector going haywire rn…

[greatgoddyke]

but my heart is like a claw machine

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

Been thinking a lot recently about how William Afton definitely falls into a lot of queerphobic tropes. And how he's pretty dehumanised within the story because he does awful things. And how both of those things together feel extra icky.

I feel like Scott just gave him a bunch of things to make him feel 'creepy' and a lot of those were just him being queer or mentally ill and he's the only character who really presents that way and oh my god. He exclusivly murders CHILDREN, guys. That's TEXTBOOK gaypanic shit, guys.

[bananitryithegoatman]

[pickled-flowers]

Ok so a while back I had a conversation with my friend's aunt. She's a trans woman well into her 50, who has kids and grandkids, and she came out when she was in her 40's. Me and my friends were talking about our queer space, and mentioned the well known "token cishet man"

Now, I'm sure most of us have that guy in our friend group, and it was common for us to just call him the straight guy. But my friend's aunt offered a different perspective ; she once was that token cishet man in a queer group of friends. Getting categorized so strongly as "the cis straight guy" made it harder for her to come out and accept herself. Since that talk with her, I've been careful about it, and guess what? Two women I've once called "the straightest person I know" (different occasions, and it was high school) now have girlfriends! You literally cannot know if someone is queer, and honestly most people are not the straight cisest person out there.

Anyways I'm not very articulate and English is not my friend but like I think everyone would benefit from being a little more careful about the way we treat our "token straight guy", she might be thankful later!