this gay person just

can someone please remind me why dream daddy is so big i get to see this

its a 15$ visual novel. why is it getting so much attention

its. frustrating when people think they can relate to what its like to be a totally isolated trans person in a machista culture just because they’re gay (and.. happen to be white) i get it’s not always a linear thing of “being trans is worse” but in this particular case that im venting about it is!! you dont get to relate to me because i really dont relate to you, even if you were an out trans person your situation would be immeasurably better so dont. do not even go there being gay is hard in its own right but this is not on the same level or even on the same dimension or plane of existence so you dont get to tell me that it is what the hell

did i ever tell ppl about the time me and my family thought my older brother was gay and dating his best friend? they used to hold hands and cuddle and shit all the time and cause my brothers super quiet we kinda just thought that was him coming out and didn’t really say anything about it. this went on for maybe two yrs and then one day he arrives home with this girl and is all ‘id like you guys to meet my girlfriend’. at this point everyone is ’????’ and my mom is literally crying and like 'u broke up with James?!?!?!’ and honestly I’ve never seen a man more confused in his life and yeah that’s the time my family fucked up for like 2 yrs

boys are so cute?? like when they turn away laughing at a joke you made or how tall and lanky they are or how their eyes light up when they smile???

but also

girls are so cute??? they’re so soft and their hands are so small when they’re cupping your face and their hair smells good??

So, my whole life I thought my favorite color was purple. “What’s your favorite color?” “Purple.” Always. That was my answer. And it wasn’t a lie. I truly believed my favorite color was purple.

And then my sophomore year of high school, someone I had just met in art class asked me if my favorite color was green. I have her a weird look and responded, “no, purple.” She shook her head “nope, you literally wear something green every day. Your favorite color is definitely green.” And I laughed it off. We’ve been friends ever since, and she hasn’t let it go. “Where’s the green?” “There’s the green!” And I never thought twice about it.

But lately I’ve started noticing that my closet is full of green clothes. And while I do find the color purple very beautiful, I actually prefer green. And I find the color green just, very attractive. And I realized that green is my fucking favorite color.

This makes it sound like green being my favorite color was forced upon me, but honestly it was nothing like that. Green has always been my favorite color, I was just not able to see it and accept it.

And I’ve also recently realized that when I write this short story, you could replace a few choice words and this would be the explanation of how I realized I was gay.

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Have you ever met someone at the wrong time in your life but then the right time came around and somehow now you’ve been given the chance to finally make each other happy?

Thank you for loving me @ktorr19 ❤️

Shipping Nico with girls is homophobic. There’s nothing more to it. It’s homophobic. The end.

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incorrect shadowhunters quotes (16/?): unknown.
#such chemistry #amazing romance #he dislikes her so much it’s beautiful #looking straight into her eyes when he tells her how annoying she is #i wish i could find love like this 😍

Transition feels like giving birth to yourself.

Transition feels like giving birth to yourself.

It’s painful. Sometimes it feels like it will never end. There’s occasionally blood, often screaming, often tears. But at the end, you take that first deep breath and feel yourself filling with life, electricity rippling through you.

Y'know…

I never hated her. I only hated how she felt. She was beautiful. I loved her enough to see that she couldn’t keep doing this. I loved her enough to recognize her suffering and release her. She created me; without her, I wouldn’t exist.

Not many people get to say they were awake and present at their own conception.

We’re lucky that way.