inkskinned:

inkskinned:

this is going to sound like such a Tumblr Story but I swear it’s happening as i type but like. outside my dorm window these guys were playing catch and they asked their friend to join him and i heard something muttered and then the other guy was like “you’re in college and you don’t know how to throw a football?” and like up in my room i was grimacing bc here come the Gay Sissy jokes obviously but instead – the kid goes “that’s okay! we’ll teach you.” and for the last hour they’ve been teaching him how to play like i’ve been listening and i guess you want to catch with your fingertips and use your elbows and bend your knees and think about your wrists and they’re …? actually being so kind and saying like ? some of the most constructive criticism i’ve ever heard surrounded by things like “oh! great job on that catch” “sweet throw! now you’re getting it!” and … my heart has never been so warm

i just wish this world like told boys… it’s okay to be like this. it’s okay to be supportive and friendly and frankly nurturing to other boys. i wish boys were allowed to be gentle and sweet and kind. boys….. be good, upturn the patriarchal standards and homophobia entrenched in this culture…. go teach a guy how to throw a ball. 

UPDATE: the guy who’s teaching just said “BEAUTIFUL throw! sorry i didn’t catch it but that was PERFECT!!” and the guy who’s learning is like “?? i… i did it good??” and the first guy just says … in the most proud voice ever like .. “bro you did it GREAT” and tbh i’m gonna cry there’s too much Good here

vijara:

Transgender Elders Show Us the Meaning of Survival, pt. 1 (click here for part 2)

For many trans people, representation can be difficult to find, and often one-sided: depicting trans youth but not trans elders. It’s like we don’t have a future, an adulthood, a middle age, an old age. It’s like we just stop.

Supporting our young people is important, but we need to show them we have a future, too.

As photographer Jess Dugan explains on her website, “those [representations] that do exist are often one-dimensional.” Dugan set out to fill this representational age gap, teaming up with social work researcher Vanessa Fabbre since fall 2013 to develop the evocative photo project, “To Survive on This Shore.” In the recently released collection, diverse trans elders ages 50 to 86 are pictured at home or in meaningful spaces, gazing unapologetically into the camera, as if asking the viewer to look deeper into their unique context and life story.

(Full Article)

buttshapedpillow:

transasamisato:

habitualshaker:

dagwolf:

dagwolf:

spicer said this shit during passover. like don’t believe for a second he made an innocent mistake, that he wasn’t aware of what he was saying.

like this is explicitly antisemitic and he clearly doesn’t understand why

he straight up doesn’t believe that German Jews were people

“he never used them on fellow Germans” the implication that german jewish ppl were somehow “not truly german” was quite literally at the core of nazi ideology, this is so incredibly mind-numbingly transparent.

By saying that he never used chemical weapons on “fellow Germans” (sean spicer’s words, not mine) he is basically saying that Jews/Romanis/gays/every other group targeted in the Holocaust weren’t German. Which is what Hitler was literally saying. He was saying that those people (even if they were German and their families had lived in Germany since…ever) weren’t German. And Sean Spicer is repeating that hateful ideology. That’s what was most offensive to me about this entire chemical weapons/Hitler saga. Not that he got the facts wrong about Nazi use of chemical weapons. That he validated and repeated Nazi ideology. Fuck this guy and this entire anti-Semitic administration.

Non-Jews please reblog, we need your support 

queercomicsconnection:

the-real-eye-to-see:

Born on July 23, 1899, in Springfield, Illinois, Ruth Ellis was the oldest “out” African American lesbian known. 

 She died in her sleep at her home on October 5, 2000.

RIP Ruth Ellis! You will always be a true icon in the LGBT community and real inspiration!

People will always remember your name! Women’s History Month is for you!

#WomensHistoryMonth

The Ruth Ellis Center can be found here!

lightningspiral:

lireavue:

lady-feral:

smolsarcasticraspberry:

you know that trope in shows or movies where the evil character is in captivity and starts talking to the Heroes to try and mess with their minds, and starts analysing them going “face it you’ll never be good enough” … “you try to act tough but inside you’re broken” … and the Hero gets really rattled and upset.

well i want a scene like that where it doesn’t work

Villain: “You have a darkness inside of you. You try to hide it, but it’s there–”

Hero: “Yeah that’s the depression, there’s pills for that.”

Villain: “You try every day to make your mother proud. Even after death, it still haunts you. But she’ll never be proud of.”

Hero: “Well yeah, she was an emotionally abusive narcissist, she was never proud of anything I did, what else is new.”

Villain: “You put on a good show, but deep inside I know you don’t feel worthy.”

Hero: “I know, man, I’ve been trying to work on that in therapy.”

Like… give me characters who know they’re mentally ill and traumatised who can’t have it used against them because they’ve fully accepted it

Hi.  It me.

I believe the exchange OP is looking for is:

“This is going to hurt.”

“Man, shut the hell up.”

THIS HAS BEEN DONE AND GLORIOUSLY!

MY MOTHER ASKED ME TO STOP WRITING ABOUT HER  

 
When my best friend was a child, 
her mother used The Game of Life 
as a metaphor to explain sexuality. 
 
“You can have two pink guys  
or two blue guys, you know,” she explained.  
 
My best friend is so straight, 
she doesn’t even masturbate. 
 
Still, she always knew that even  
if she wasn’t, even if someday she ended up  
shotgun to another pink piece,  
 
she would remain loved and supported.  
 
She wouldn’t have to ask for forgiveness.  
Of all the things she was taught to apologize for,  
love has never been one of them.  
 

 
My mother doesn’t bring up my sexuality 
anymore. I think she is tired of arguing. 
 
She is sick of reading about her faults  
in my poetry. She hates my selective memory;  
how I only remember the sharp things,  
the slammed doors, the heavy whiskey.  
 
“I used to sing to you before bed  
every night,” she reminds me icily.  
“but you must’ve forgotten that story.” 
 
Last week, she silently folded up her old flannels 
and placed them at the foot of my bed.  
 
I know this is probably just a coincidence,  
not a peace treaty or an attempt to understand me.  
 
But for my own well-being,  
I have to take this as a sign she is trying,  
 
even if it isn’t.

MY MOTHER ASKED ME TO STOP WRITING ABOUT HER, by Blythe Baird. (via blythebrooklyn)