It’s OK to want enby/intersex on your ID!

There’s differing opinions on the benefit of having the option to choose non-binary or intersex identifiers on your identification documents (driver license, birth certificate, etc).

But this is a reminder that it’s totally fine if you are excited to change your documents! You do not contribute to your own oppression by seeking an avenue that is validating your identity.

werewolf-cuddles:

bloodraven55:

thinking about how frustrating it is that some people will weaponise every new piece of good queer rep against previous pieces of rep to paint them as not enough or no longer valuable instead of appreciating each positive piece of rep as a necessary stepping stone to the next

This. Fucking this.

mckitterick:

frauggiethecat:

reblog if you fully and intentionally are referring to aspec people as well when you use the word queer to refer to the community

my partner once said, “if you have to explain your sexuality to straight people, you’re probably queer”

ceanothusspinosus:

quousque:

[ID: a screenshot of a comment from reddit, with no username visible. The commend reads: This doesn’t make a ton of sense to me either. Setting aside the question of whether gender/sex is assigned or observed at birth, the gender I was assigned at birth was ‘boy.’ The gender I have now is ‘man’. Boys and men have different gender roles, and few adults identify as boys anymore. From this standpoint, every adult has a different gender than the one they had at birth. End ID]

Framing “girl” and “boy” as separate genders from “woman” and “man” is such an amazing take. it’s a framework that accommodates and explains so many trans experiences. Some trans people never were their AGAB. Some feel like they were their AGAB, but that that changed (usually when puberty hits, which is when you start “becoming a man/woman”. The accepted societal path is that girls grow up to into women, and boys grow up into men. But some girls grow up into men, and some boys grow up into women. This guy was a boy who grew up into a man, which generally works out pretty well for people. Some boys and girls grow up into people who aren’t men or women, even! It’s like this random cis guy skipped right over transgender 101, 102, 201, etc. and stumbled directly into Transgender Nirvana.

This is like one of the things in Kate Bornstein’s gender workbook! Maybe not exactly adult-child, it’s been awhile since I read it, but it offers some prompts for thinking about other gendered identity shifts that aren’t The Big Trans One.

This blog is going to become a dedicated attempt to revitalize QUILTBAG+ as the acronym for the lgbtq+ community. We’re all sewn together by our experiences and whatever reason this acronym faded out isn’t gonna stop me from bringing it back.

mckitterick:

hatsuneranboo:

reblog if you fully and intentionally are referring to aspec people as well when you use the word queer to refer to the community

my partner once said, “if you have to explain your sexuality to straight people, you’re probably queer”

the-moon-loves-the-sea:

Pride is our family history. Pride is taking on the weight of all that courage, realizing we are what they hoped for,

Pride is a group of girls in 1922 dancing in the basement of a Parisian gay bar,

Pride is Gavin Grimm standing in court day after day for the sake of all the trans kids who just want to use the bathroom at school,

Pride is Marsha P. Johnson walking down the street with flowers in her hair, wearing a dress that’s going to get her arrested,

Pride is all the lesbians in the pews at every gay kid’s funeral in 1982, 1983, 1984, 1985,

Pride is Harvey Milk repeating You gotta give em hope. Smiling at the cameras, waiting for that bullet to find its mark,

Pride is Magnus Hirschfield and the WhK showing up to lobby for gay rights day after day in 1898, getting the police to hand out gender passes to the trans kids in the streets, collecting 100,000 queer people’s stories for posterity, We were here,

Pride is a Victorian priest marrying two men in the sight of God and several dozen noisy friends. Pride is a dried bouquet kept on display in two men’s front parlor,

Pride is Edward Carpenter holding George’s hand while they walk around the garden and the village police refusing to give a damn about it because George and Edward are ours, they take care of us and we take care of them,

Pride is a hundred generations of indigenous queer tradition held onto in defiance while the colonials make straightness the way of the Lord,

Pride is Lili Elbe waiting in the hospital with her wife for a surgery brand-new to history,

Pride is a butch girl putting her arm around her girlfriend’s shoulders outside a drag show while the police kick and push people into the back of a van one by one,

Pride is identity, Pride is family history, Pride is holding onto other people’s memories, Pride is us.

nvara-of-mortains-own:

genderoutlaws:

Go Girls Go! | First Dyke March in Washington DC, 1993

I’m stealing tags from @aethersea bc they deserve to be seen

#see this is why the ‘queer is a slur’ crowd will never make sense to me#because every time I see something like this – queer people loudly and unapologetically#using the slurs hurled against them and turning them into fierce solidarity and a refusal to stay down –#I’m hit by such an overwhelming rush of….I can’t even entirely wrap words around it#I’m so humbled. I’m so proud. I’m so fiercely fiercely glad that they are here and alive and holding their heads high#we are here we are here we are here#it has been such a painful fight but there has also been such joy#even in the fight

december-rains:

g1asseyes:

butchniqabi:

i looked at queeringthemap today and had a good cry but these especially touched me

yeah.

eluciferate:

this pride month I am wishing everyone a very stop overanalyzing yourself and just have fun with it. have gay sex. don’t have any sex. try on a new gender. stop caring about gender at all. talk to your doctor about hormones. go on a date. break up with the person you dont love. whatever it is you have been putting off doing by dithering about it in your head. just do that and fully experience how it feels without trying to put it into words. if you still need a word for it later there will be one. they aren’t going anywhere. but people were here before language and there’s only so far language can go in giving you a fulfilling human experience. so if you are hiding behind finding the right words for whatever it is your heart wants i hope this month you get the courage to just do it instead.

sevdrag:

once-a-polecat:

I am a Gen Xer, and I’ve been having some conversations about photography and selfies lately, and I want to share a little bit, because I think younger queer people don’t quite understand what things used to be like.

I have no snapshots of the era of my life in which I was smootching girls behind the tilt-a-whirl at a shitty traveling carnival in a dusty empty lot. In fact, I have no pictures of any of my friends from that era aside from yearbook pictures of the friends who were in my school. I was a little goth teenager and many of my friends were also punk queers. We could not take pictures of each other.

Why? Because pictures were taken on film. And film needed to go somewhere to be developed. And if there were pictures of people “being gay” then sometimes your whole roll would disappear at the photo processor. Or your 36 exposure roll would return only 32 pictures to you. Because the processor would censor it. And aside from that, you had to be cautious about whether a photograph would somehow be seen by parents, who could kick your friend out of their house. Just because someone was holding hands in the background of a photo.

Snapshots were for kids who did sports and wholesome activities.

A little later, I had a friend who took photography and had access to the school photo lab (the art teacher didn’t care as long as no one was developing nudity), and there were some photographers who hung out with the skater kids. But prior to that, there was a whole era of my life, people who were super important to me for a time, that I just don’t have pictures of. At all. Because it wasn’t safe.

I found myself recently explaining this to a younger coworker and another colleague in the meeting, a gay man about my age, was nodding along. This was an important facet of life if you were a queer teen in the 80s. You didn’t have pictures of your people until you knew someone with use of a darkroom.

I own a darkroom.

I remember this.

I lost my best friend / first girlfriend when her parents found evidence.

xthehatchick:

wheeloffortune-design:

varangianviper:

martivist:

wheeloffortune-design:

CONTROVERSIAL OPINION ABOUT BISEXUALITY

that purple in the middle is not the right saturation, it doesn’t fit with the other two colors and it drives me crazy.

all right, I think I got this, I’ve got dual citizenship and I have another flag we can borrow from:

step 1

step 2

step 3

This is true bi/ace solidarity.

holy shit

galacticjonah:

“Parting is such sweet sorrow…”

A re-imagination of Dicksee’s Romeo & Juliet, set in ancient Rajasthan.

I got to make this piece for the amazing Classics but make it Gay II project, that reimagines art through the eyes of queer artists. I also wanted to move the lens of classical paintings away from Europe and dedicate this piece to the beauty and rich history of India < 3

bigmammallama5:

happy pride