1. adogadogonedog:


    the asl sign for “transgender" is basically the same as the sign for "beautiful" but signed at the chest instead of in front of the face.

    so that’s cool.

    this is my imperfect not-a-fluent-signer understanding but:

    (based on a presentation by a deaf trans guy i was at in 2005 where he was promoting that sign)

    it seems like that sign was invented and implemented by trans people over the last 10-ish years. before that the predominant vocabulary was “sex change” and then some deaf trans people were like “yo fuck that” and came up with the current sign, which starts off with the sign for “myself,” then motion that indicates both change and coming together, and ends with the closed hand held against the sternum.

    and in the process it also mimics the sign for “beautiful”

    and because of spatial grammar, things closer to the front of your body in ASL are generally more vital, more emphatic, more immediate, more present.

    so it’s actually a case where the word coherently indicates “beauty” and “self transformation” and contains hints of the complete thought of “my self transforming, through a coming together of disparate factors, into something more real, immediate, and vital than I was before.”

    so yeah. that’s just fuckin’ awesome.

    and that’s just the way to express that concept now.

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  3. orangeyouellis:



    Our boy has awful taste in men.


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  4. can-i-be-your-favorite-bird:

    it’s very frustrating being a girl and trying to flirt with other girls like. you tell them, ur cute. ‘Aw thank you’ no. no i’m being gay with you. homo intended. damn it

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  5. bisexiel:




    Bisexuals are not confused



    bisexuals are not confused god this is like the easiest concept ever you piece of shit douchewagon why can’t you just fucking accept it it’s absolutely infuriating

    idk im kind of confused on taxes?? 



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  6. saunteredvaguelydownwards:

    Crime Against Nature, by Gwenn Seemel, is a book and series of paintings about the natural behaviors of animals, some of which may contradict our assumptions of what are natural male and female behaviors. It will also remind you that there is a wide diversity of reproductive strategies out there, some which you may have never imagined.

    I would have loved this book as a kid - animals, beautiful artwork, and biology lessons all in one.

    You can read the entire book free online, or buy it in paper or ebook format.

  7. When did you come out initially?

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  8. the little 5 year old girl I babysit

    • me: What you do think about the princess marrying another princess?
    • her: Instead of the prince?
    • me: Instead of the prince
    • her: So her daughter would have two mommies?
    • me: Yes
    • her: two princess mommies...
    • me:
    • her:
    • me:
    • her: fabulous
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  9. sugarbooty:

This is basically the promposal picture we never had. But why do I look like an extra from Half Baked??!


    This is basically the promposal picture we never had. But why do I look like an extra from Half Baked??!

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  10. freakingdork:

    queer thoughts in seven parts



    you called me a dyke when i was thirteen years old,

    already pressing six foot tall, equally sized in my self loathing,

    desperate for friends, and you, you looked to the

    dr martens on my feet and called me butch.

    i cried, and wondered if i had the word queer stamped

    across my forehead, or if i smelt

    too much like the pussy you assumed i loved.


    i had sex with a girl i didn’t like because i knew at fifteen

    that lesbians don’t grow on trees like straight girls do.

    we bumped against layers of fabric in her single bed,

    interrupted twice because her mother wanted to know

    if her “new friend” was going to stay for dinner.


    no, i don’t want to fuck your boyfriend with you.


    i flicked through magazines and saw brightly coloured

    combat boots, winking at me from glossy pages.

    two, three, four months later and the girls

    that sang “i kissed a girl” at me in my

    maths lessons until i cried, they were wearing them.

    for years i’d worn my boots like i was carrying a cross

    but when all five foot six of pretty straight girl

    strutted in front of me in them, now, suddenly, it’s fashionable.


    no, i don’t just need to find the “right guy”.


    i’ve sat in classrooms with people that i considered friends,

    people that call themselves allies. people that then turn around

    and say that a child needs a mum and a dad. babies

    need someone of the same “sex” as them to identify with.

    i want to call their bullshit freud theory the literal mother-fucking

    bollocks that it is, but i simply do not have the energy.

    it is not my job to tell a girl that thinks having gay friends is

    “neat” what the difference between sex and gender is.

    it is not my job to calmly try and convince these people that

    they are talking about things they do not understand.


    the next time you squeeze your hand around your dick

    on a website that’s address has both “lesbian” and “xxx” in it

    remember my face when you told me you thought i was unnatural

    remember my face when your eyes go white and roll back into your head

    and i hope you feel bad,

    i hope i ruin your orgasm

    because you soiled my identity like the cum stains in your underwear.

    because you are not my ally and i am not your friend.

    this queer has a moan that can’t be silenced by a volume dial,

    and it will never be yours to hear. 

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