Yesterday a 17 year female, who attends Lancaster High School in California, was beaten by a football player, on school grounds, for being gay. After receiving over a dozen blows to her jaw, head, eye and head, all he received was a 5 day suspension by the Lancaster School District. She suffered from a fractured jaw and multiple concussions to the head and the Deputy Sheriff advised her mother to re-think her wanting to file charges against the football player because her daughter pushed him back. The school ended up documenting "assault" charges on the victims school file, NOT the football players!!! To make things worse, the Deputy Sheriff warned the victim, by saying, "Just so you know, if you file charges against him, I'm taking his side." We're attempting to raise awareness and bring this story to light because Lancaster High School is trying to sweep this "Hate Crime" under the rug!
Reblog if you care and please forward to everyone you know. P.S. CBS, KCAL 9 news are running the story tomorrow at 10pm.

what straight people get:

  • marriage
  • equal treatment
  • general social acceptance
  • not being disowned by their parents or loved ones
  • being open about their sexuality without discrimination
  • knowing that they will not be fired from their job because of their sexuality
  • not having to come out

what LGBT people get:

  • a color scheme

oh, ok.

gays are the greedy ones.

[inspired by misunderstoodnothings]

Brazil and Mexico lead the list for the most reported killings of trans people in the past year, according to a report released Wednesday by Transgender Europe’s Trans Murder Monitoring project.

The report was released in anticipation of the 15th International Transgender Day of Remembrance, which will be observed on Nov. 20, 2013.

238 Trans People Murdered Worldwide In The Past Year

I cried with every comment until I threw up.

Some people are fucking disgusting and cruel.

This sickens me. 

What satisfaction do they get from talking this way about homosexuality. Especially when it being about a child.

Being gay is not a disease. Being gay does not make you mental.

They fact that they would find it perfectly okay that some child to die or they would kill them themselves makes them mental. 

My friend Damian is bisexual and is pretty bummed out by the lack of bi-positivity on Tumblr. He cant find any bi-positivity blogs or posts with over 1000 notes talking about how rad people who are bisexual are. So im gonna make him his post.

Like and reblog if think people who are bisexual are hella rad and need more love.

Watch on


It really did take a lot for me to post this, since this is a touchy, as well as a personal topic for me. Thank you all for your love and support <3


4 in 10 LGBT youth say they live in a community that’s not accepting of LGBT people.

LGBT youth are twice as likely to say that they’ve been bullied at school.

LGBT teens are three times more likely to commit teen suicide.

The number two reason that teens are bullied is because of their actual or perceived sexual orientation or gender expression.

LGBT teens are almost six times more likely to report high levels of depression.

92% of LGBT youth say they hear negative messages about being LGBT. The top sources are school, the Internet, and their peers.

2 in 3 LGBT students reported being sexually harassed in the past year.

The average GPA for students who were frequently harassed because of their sexual orientation was half a grade lower than that of other students.

LGBT youth are five times more likely to miss school because they feel unsafe after being bullied due to their sexual orientation.

On average, an LGBT high school student will hear 26 anti-LGBT slurs per day.

More than 2 in 4 LGBT students have been physically hurt by another student because of their sexual orientation.

To raise awareness to the issues faced by LGBT students, I am refraining from talking for the entire day. Just like many students bullied because of their sexuality, I won’t speak. But my quietness is the loudest scream of all. For every confused stare, another person will learn about problems that they may not have been aware even existed; or didn’t realize they were causing. I am speaking for all the kids who weren’t heard, who were ignored.

I am ending the silence.

Well, I made a gofundme in an attempt to help with my situation because I was encouraged to. And now I’ve also been encouraged to post it. So since I’ve been encouraged to do so, I decided I might as well. 

For those of you who haven’t seen my previous posts floating around, here is a rundown of why I made this. (This is also mostly the description on the gofundme page, with a few edits/tweaks.)

Hello. I am Seilor. A 26 year old FtM transgender, who is struggling to be able to afford the basic things needed for my transition. I am currently unable to work due to my current life situation as well as other medical/health issues, (severe anxiety, severe ADHD, PTSD from my life thusfar, immune issues, etc. {{there are more I’ve chosen not to list}}). I was also denied disability multiple times when I applied for it, though I am fighting that decision already, however there is no guarantee that I will ever get it, and I could end up having to go to court for anywhere from a year to three years to try to get what I am owed, and also am unable to even afford healthcare without help. This has left me with no current means of income. I manage to get by and keep my pets fed simply because I am living in my parents house, even though this living environment is highly unhealthy for me. My dysphoria has also been getting much worse by the week, as have my panic and anxiety attacks due to me feeling so uncomfortable in my physical body and the way others view me because of it. My hatred of my voice, and also myself because of it has also been slowly but steadily increasing, which is a terrible thing to me, since I never in my life thought I would ever be able to begin hating myself, however it is starting to become that way. I am even beginning to see more of why so many transgender people who are unable to make their transition end up committing suicide because they end up being so miserable they can’t see the point in living anymore.

I cannot afford new clothes, even though I have literally about 5 shirts and like 3 pairs of pants that I am comfortable wearing. I live on a budget of about $20-30 a MONTH, to cover the cost of food for myself and my pets, and even that amount is unstable and unreliable, and at times I have to make that last for 2 or 3 months instead of one.

Currently I am attempting to earn enough money to be able to at least start hormones, since beginning my transition would be extremely beneficial and positive to my emotional stability and state of mind, and then hopefully continue them for a long enough period to at least start getting results (over a year at least). The cheapest price for hormones is about $50 per vial for the shots (which is per month), and for the pills, it can get as high as $200 a month. The goal I set is also as high as it is, because it is taking into account future planning for top surgery, and starting to save at least a little for that as well since that can get to be extremely expensive, and for someone who is stuck in the situation I am, that is an almost impossible thing to save up for without help from others. Costs for top surgery can run anywhere from $5,000 to $10,000 or more, depending, plus the cost of hospital bills and aftercare and medical expenses and everything else. It is also to help me to get out of my parents house, since I am stuck here for the same reasons as being unable to get a job, and the emotional (and physical) environment here is extremely abusive and toxic, and has been slowly causing my physical health to decline as well. I have been hit before (across the face and other places), on several occasions, as well as insulted and abused verbally on a daily basis. I also often only eat once a day because of my family situation, and due to the amount of stress I am under causing me to be unable to keep food down a lot of the time. My family is also unsupporting of my being transgender on top of the already unhealthy environment here, and choose to try to undermine it and fight against it as much as possible. However I have nowhere else to go, so I am dealing with it as best I can.

(Note: These photos are somewhat older however this shows the worst it has gotten here physically before, though currently it has gotten to be less as my mother has figured out that she can get in trouble for it and that I am willing to expose her if she continues, though it still happens from time to time. It has gotten much worse however, verbally and emotionally in place of that.)

I usually prefer to do things myself, as I have always tried to be very independent and self reliant so as not to bother others or be a burden, however some things I simply cannot do on my own. So this is why I am asking you all please, to help me with this, as I would like to avoid any further emotional damage to myself over this. Those of you who do choose to help, even $1 is a miracle to me, and know that to each and every one of you who give anything, I can never thank you enough and I will be forever grateful to you. You are making my dream come true, and saving me from all the emotional pain and stress, and quite possibly even saving my life.

And for those of you who find donating by those means difficult, I also have a paypal account for donations as well that you are more than welcome to use instead, simply ask for the email address, or find the button located on my page (The button will be SPECIFIED, since I have another button there as well for an unrelated project, so please pay attention.)

And please please please. Even if you can’t donate at the moment, I am begging you to please signal boost / reblog this, because this is really not a small issue. As much as I appreciate people “liking” the post as well, and the support that shows, it doesn’t help much, so please REBLOG it. I have been left with no other options which is why right now I am literally begging you guys for help. I have great faith in you, tumblr community, so please help me make at least part of my dream come true?

UPDATE (as of 8/12/2014): It has been several months now since I originally posted this, and this is literally as far as I have gotten with this.

Please. I am BEGGING for your help. I am a very very proud person, however I cannot do this without your help. I have no other options, which is why I have turned to you all. Please don’t let me down. I have great faith in you all.

Broken Fuses and Bathtubs (LGBTQ/Suicide Awareness)
  • Broken Fuses and Bathtubs (LGBTQ/Suicide Awareness)
  • Valentina Thompson
  • Poetry Readings

I knew a boy who loved
poetry almost as much as those
skinny jeans he wore with that tight
blue sweater every Friday and we were
great friends. We showed each other every
letter on paper we were too afraid to let
the world hear and we promised after high
school we’d never stop writing to each other

it’s been a year since I’ve heard from
her. I had a feeling she was trapped in another
body and wrapped in a different storyline than the
one that echoed in her mind and I was ready to listen.
But she never showed me that poem. I wondered when
I stopped being her safety until the text from the hospital
reminded me maybe I can’t save everybody.

I’ve interrupted four “what a fucking faggot”s
and two “look, dyke”s. I’ve been the last one
standing and the defender of Christ, because I
may not pray on my knees each Sunday but I’ll swear
to God someday you’ll see that your phobic choir is
only tolerable because

our ignorance level is higher
than a little concept called common sense.

Because we try to
resist change, because if we aren’t
the same then one of us must be lesser, then
one of us can’t make the cut into the fabric of
a society that’s main pattern is stitched to the
bleeding definition of normal after being stabbed
by so many people trying to sew their names into

I used to play basketball with a girl named
Kacy who wore long sleeves in 80 degrees until
the day she rolled them up accidentally and I
saw each scar that had never been tended to.

I’ve stopped one “Kill yourself, freak,” which
equates to seven attempts at plugging a portion of the
leak of hatred they speak that flows out of their lips
so freely, Kacy said to me “I’m sorry.” She said
she’s sorry.

This is for the girl at home with the short hair
and boy’s underwear, this is for the boy at
lunch finding a hall to hide out in for a few more
minutes because food will never taste as good as refuge.
For the ones trying to split their skin to drain their sin or
down their failure with five pills and a letter. For each,
“Dear Mom,
I never meant to hurt you.”

This is for the ones fighting the shock of indecency in 
response to the simple spark of electricity we get from 
kissing someone of the same sex, or for getting the best 
of both worlds, for the ones who haven’t had sex yet 
and for the ones who aren’t their true sex yet, for the ones 
who don’t want a definition but still want recognition 
as a human being

I see you.

Gus, MB, Hannah, Kayley, 
Ellie, Madison, Joey, Laura, Katy, 
Kacy, Xochitl, Ivy, Alex, Randell, Jaden,
Missy, Emily, Leah, Laurence, Ken, Kohen,
Malarie – me. I see you up close in all
your vibrance and beauty and bravery

to be yourself in a world where so many people
are trying to find the cords whose colored ends
coordinate with their upbringing to plug in to
their narrow-mindedness and fuel their focus
into the one channel they’ve already memorized
all the commercials for.

I am 19 years old and I know
over a hundred people who have
been caught in these cables, cables
that teach and preach

to resist how we’re wired.

And yeah, you know what? 
Maybe I can’t save everybody.
But I’ll never stop trying.