slapping modeling clay around blindly without thought or purpose, i look down and find a perfectly sculpted replica of myself seated at a table with a lump of modeling clay before me, similarly shaped into a still smaller instance of the same scene. and i am afraid to look up
my gayboy friends lovingly call me "their dyke". my qpp called me beautiful for my intersex traits. my beloved transmasc friend got strong on t and he carried me up the sand dunes on the beach because my mobility aids wouldn't work climbing sand like that. the queens at the bar cheered me on when i got up on stage and i was scared in front of the crowd. we're here to love each other in our own little ways. there is so much beauty here
You can tell when someone’s frame of reference for “normal people” is more “people at the church sponsored ice cream social” and less “people on the bus”
yeah man that group of queer people really are evil fakers stealing ur resources. for real this time yeah. no it's not dumb meaningless exclusionist discourse that you're traumatizing a group of fellow queer people with this time, it's a good thing this time. keep sending those people death threats and talking about how they're not oppressed enough you're really doing so much good for the queer community