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I lurk and comment sometimes, and I reblog

@chaoticpenguinmentality

i like drawing too that's cool
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“Queer people don’t grow up as ourselves, we grow up playing a version of ourselves that sacrifices authenticity to minimise humiliation and prejudice. The massive task of our adult lives is to unpick which parts of ourselves are truly us and which parts we’ve created to protect us.” ~ Alexander Leon

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“You dont want kids? I said the same thing at your age. You’ll realize later.”

“You’re trans? You’re too young to know that. You’ll grow out of it.”

“You’re an atheist? You don’t actually disbelieve, you’re just mad at god. One day, every knee will bow and every tongue will confess.”

“You’re a leftist? You’ll become more conservative eventually; every generation does when they come into contact with The Real World™️”

“You’re gay/ace/queer? You just havent met the right man/woman yet.”

If you say any of the above things give me your personal information so i can harm you

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It feels good to block bad people

“Erm actually being a TERF isn’t conservative” BLAMMO

“It’s so hard being a conservative on this gay site” POW POW

“Men are inherently evil” KABOOM

Just gets the blood flowing y’know?

Someone you know is trans. You regularly interact with trans people.

They are closer than you think.

They have entered your home before and will do so in the future.

They are in your walls.

They produced the sounds you hear at night.

You cannot escape them until you join them.

Someone you know is trans.

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had some thoughts about how memes and internet culture has changed so much since i was a kid, so i decided to run a lil poll. let's go.

The Barbie movie reminded me about how when I was little my parents were upset that I kept making my Barbie dolls kiss, so they bought me a Ken doll. The next day they found me having a funeral for poor Ken in the garden, he had died of tuberculosis. All the Barbies were in attendance and I buried him under our rose bush. The Barbies were too poor to afford a headstone (it was 1875) so I didn’t mark where the grave was and I never could find him again. He’s probably still there.