Icon by @ThatSpookyAgent. Call me Tir or Julian. 37. He/They. Queer. Twitter: @tirlaeyn. ao3: tirlaeyn. 18+ Only. Star Trek. The X-Files. Sandman. IwtV. OMFD. Definitionless in this Strict Atmosphere.

pardonmewhileipanic:

thefingerfuckingfemalefury:

cryoverkiltmilk:

commanderabutt:

“Bisexuals in het relatonships shouldn’t be at pride” is literally the same as parents accepting their bisexual kids “as long as they only date the opposite sex”

it boils down to “we accept you as long as ignore your true identity and act like youre just like us”

this is not acceptance it is biphobia

PREACH.

IMPORTANT

Bisexual people are welcome at Pride whatever the gender of the person they are dating, end of story

Same goes for trans people who are not in a same sex relationship

Pride is for ALL people who are LGBTQIA

also you can’t tell someone’s gender identity based on their appearance? someone can be bisexual, but just because the relationship appears to be a man and a woman (by shitty social standards), doesn’t mean that’s the case. bi people (and their partners) can be non-binary, trans, etc

it’s cissexist to assume everyone is cis and presenting as the gender they were assigned at birth 

queenfattyoftherollpalace:

It’s gross as fuck to tell people that no one will love them until they love themselves. Loving yourself is hard. Listen: you are loved, you are worthy of love and respect, and you can be loved even on the days when you see nothing in yourself to love.

Some Thoughts and Facts, in No Particular Order

jimhines:

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I’m tired. I’m heartsick.

I’m afraid. Not for myself — statistically, I’m one of the safest people in the U.S. — but for my friends, my loved ones, and my country.

I’m afraid we’ll keep looking for simple, simplistic answers to complex problems. We want a clear enemy to fight. An easy solution. Build a wall. Bomb ISIS. Kick “them” out of the country.

It’s the same pattern, the same thinking I’ve seen with cases of rape. We cling to myths and misinformation that give us a false sense of safety. Like rapists are all strangers lurking in the bushes, easily identified and avoided with simple precautions. Rape victims must have done something to deserve it, and if we avoid those “mistakes,” we’ll be safe. Carrying a gun will keep you from getting raped.

I’m afraid my country will continue to accept these tragedies, so long as those in power aren’t directly or proportionally affected.

I’m afraid people will still refuse to recognize or acknowledge the real risks LGBTQ people, people of color, women, non-Christians, and other minorities face every day in this country. Or we’ll minimize the risks and harassment, as illustrated so well in a recent Dork Tower comic.

Time and again we refuse to listen. We refuse to believe people when they talk about the threats, the harassment, the fear they face simply for existing. Simply for trying to have a voice. We call them thin-skinned and oversensitive. We accuse them of making it up for attention. We dismiss them as “perpetually offended.” All so we can avoid the discomfort of acknowledging the hatred and violence others face every day.

I’m afraid we’ve grown numb to violence.

I’m afraid we’ll continue to let everyday hate and bigotry go unchallenged.

I’m afraid we’ll keep attacking things like diversity and inclusiveness and representation instead of recognizing them as a reflection of the world we live in, and a way to help build empathy and connection and acceptance.

I’m afraid those in power are teaching our children to Beware the Other, and to use hate and violence to keep those others from gaining power of their own.

I’m afraid people will continue to choose the comfort of ignorance.

To all of my friends and readers and loved ones, particularly those of you who are people of color, who are LGBTQIA, who aren’t Christian, who aren’t male, and who are otherwise marginalized, you don’t deserve this. You don’t deserve the hatred. You don’t deserve to live in fear.

You have my love, and you have my ongoing pledge to try to make things better in whatever ways I can.

inkskinned:

i have received so many messages today asking me: you, a queer cuban girl, aren’t you scared? because we are all scared. we are all scared, because this is the sort of thing that we were all waiting for, secretly, had a fear of it that we held somewhere in the back of our minds.

but it is the month of pride. red is the first color of the rainbow. i am telling myself: what they want is for us to hide. when they throw slurs at the victims, when they cackle about it on a tasteless SNL skit four years from now, when we are a joke again - they want us erased. to be cowering. to slice up our flags and blindfold ourselves.

it is hard to believe that something good can ever come out of this. i don’t think anything could. i am shocked and angry and some part of me is lost. 

but i believe in us, in what we have already surmounted. i think often: isn’t it enough?

but the truth is: we are enough. we were already radicals when we were born. and we are the best kind of rebels, motivated by love alone. we were brave. we stood up to our parents, our teachers, our congress. we said we are here. we walked when they threw things at us, when they hosed us, when they cut out our existence from history books. we walked when we were all of the rainbow, yellow and sick, dark orange with anger, purple with bruises, blue with our sorrows trapped in our throats. and we were so strong, so fierce, a community that grew from beautiful roots into a nationwide movement. and in the face of hatred, we were proud.

keep being proud. love louder. i know you are tired, so am i. but keep walking. keep their names on your tongue. use those letters to shout. we are here. 

and we’re not going anywhere.