lunasong365:

positive-memes:

I Will Not Be Eaten

The true feminine

I am not sugar and spice and everything nice. I am music, I am art. I am a story. I am a church bell, gonging out wrongs and rights and normal nights. I was baby. I am child. I will be mother. I don’t mind being considered beautiful, I do not allow that to be my definition. I am a rich pie strong with knowledge. I will not be eaten.

only-1-a:

catphistopheles:

writing-prompt-s:

Years ago, you promised your firstborn to a witch. Since then, despite your best efforts, you can’t seem to get laid. The witch is starting to get pretty pissed.

Y’all get together to discuss your options and she starts coaching you on how to get men because she doesn’t want to waste more magic on you without promise of payment. The more time you guys spend together the more you realize you have a bit of a crush on her. Soon you’re sabotaging your dates on purpose to see her again. 

Long story short you fall in love and get married and do the sperm donor thing AND YOUR FIRSTBORN IS HERS BY DEFAULT and you live happily ever after. The end.

Baby cries in the middle of the night

Witch: Ughhhhh. It’s your turn.

You: You bought it. You handle it.

queercomicsconnection:

jedifinnrey:

loonyloomy:

Just wanted to share this coming out story from a guy I saw on First Dates. He came out to his dad when he was 20, and then his mum when he was 21, after trying very hard to hide that part of himself and never really discussing anything like that in their household. Hearing his mother’s response after he explained all that was really gratifying. To all Muslim LGBT+ people, As-Salaam-Alaikum ❤

[Caption: Ten screencaps of a Muslim man sharing his coming out story. “She was really upset and I understood that. / Obviously, as a Muslim woman, I wasn’t expecting her to, / you know, be jumping for joy, ‘Yay, I’ve got a gay son!’ / But when I asked, like, ‘Why have you been crying for so long?’ / She said, ‘I’m not crying because you are who you are, / I’m just crying because you held it inside you for so long / and you felt that you couldn’t tell me, and as a mother / I felt so guilty that I made an environment around you / that you felt that you couldn’t share something so fundamental / about yourself to me.’”]

I think this person’s name is Sameer Poselay!