|—||someone who did not work on their cosplay that day (via paleships)|
yes, allies don’t belong in safe spaces, but closeted people do, and “allyship” offers them a way in that i’m not sure they’d get otherwise
YES. YES THIS IS WHY EXCLUDING ALLIES HAS ALWAYS BOTHERED ME. THIS IS IT.
I keep coming out of conversations about sexuality feeling more and more awkward about identifying as lesbian, because I feel sort of like I am insulting/invalidating my trans and genderqueer friends/partners. But my biggest fear is that I will claim a generally queer/bisexual/pansexual/polysexual (?!) identity and suddenly find myself in the position of fending off cismale or very masculine people, and/or confusing those of my partners who I find romantically attractive but not physically attractive.
As someone who looks pretty straight I already spent a lot of time trying to convince nearby cisdudes that I’m not interested. And I frequently meet a lot of rad pre-T transguys who I find HELLA ATTRACTIVE but then after a year on T suddenly my sexual interest in them just stops. I don’t know how to navigate that shit beyond just saying I’m gay. But then I run int the “if you’re gay why do you keep hitting on me” issue and things get complicated.
Saying “I don’t like dick” (which I did for a little while there, and still occasionally do on accident) is super rude to all the dmab ladies that I could be getting with, and also doesn’t encompass my distaste for the smell of man, which doesn’t really require a dick to exist.
Is it rude or biphobic of me to continue rounding myself up tolesbian despite so many fucking “exceptions”? I hate having to constantly explain myself, and I feel like would have to do that if I were to identify as polysexual or some other complicated-ass word. But on the other hand I’m constantly explaining myself anyway.
Like, is testosterone-adverse a sexuality? Can I be that? I dunno if that’s right either.
HERE IT IS. THIS IS IT. MY FAVORITE QUOTE FROM COMMUNITY. THIS ONE RIGHT HERE.
rub my back and make my decisions for me
sometimes when I’m angry or stressed or sad I think about whales just swimming around in the ocean, doing whale shit. like, they’re the biggest goddamn mammals on the planet. they don’t have time for little problems. there’s too much chill-ass whale shit to do.
basically what I am saying is that whales are my happy place.
The problem with Les Miserables is you can say it wrong and sound like a douche or you can say it right and sound like a douche
clint barton is the kind of guy who can hit a fly from 100m away with a bow and arrow but if you yell think fast and throw something at him he will not catch it and it will hit him in the face
legally an adult, mentally a terrified starfleet ensign, emotionally a mix between the self-imposed repression of a vulcan and the operatic fury of a klingon