One of my absolute dreams is to show someone my city for the first time, take them to my favorite cafes, the zoos and aquariums, the museums and parks I grew up with, but also the small businesses in back alleys, and the random spot on the top of some park me and my friends used to sit and have book club, and the place next to my highschool that sells the best burgers I've ever had, and night markets in the city, and my backyard where I feed my chickens, and the streets that I hope to live in someday, and every single library and thrift store I could take them.
I’m reading Bi Any Other Name: Bisexual People Speak Out (1991) and I’m living for this 60s housewife bisexual glow up:
“As a young woman in the sixties I was man-oriented, believing that the right kind of heterosexual sex would somehow make things okay, even as I was being sexually humiliated and exploited. My life was not my own. I was an appendage and an asset to my husband.
I was oblivious to the fact that I had created the most exquisite and beautiful bonds with other women. There was a barrier to seeing and acting on these bonds. However close we might have been, the men were waiting at home for their dinners. The men validated us because we could not validate ourselves.
I nearly died in 1984. I moved from Pennsylvania to Ithaca, New York as a battered wife. When I reached out for help to the Task Force for Battered Women, a large number of the women who were there to help were lesbians. In this environment, I am coming to expand my consciousness far beyond genital sex and straight romantic love. I am now validating my bonding with women, and as I love women more, I love men in a new and better way. I can love them as human beings rather than as superior beings from whom I am to derive my existence.
I call myself bisexual because I am willing to respond to individual men who can relate to me in an honest way and are willing to deal with their sexism and homophobia. I used to say “We’re all people.” Now I see that serious differences in power and consciousness exist. We cannot be “all people” as long as racism, sexism, homophobia, classism and other such bigotries thrive. And yes, this means me, too. As a member of the white middle class I need to raise my own consciousness and confront my own ignorance about the realities of other people’s lives.
As a bisexual, I have to make my own way. I enjoy the support of a number of lesbians, and I participate in the gay world. I no longer identify as heterosexual. My energy is turned toward the lesbian and gay world, where I occasionally run smack into some nasty biphobia. But I feel confident in my bisexuality. Although life would be easier if all women lived in a lesbian utopia and all men were villains, as a bisexual I perceive people as individuals rather than as members of a group. I will not reject a good man just because he is a man, and I will not tolerate mistreatment from a woman just because she is a woman.
Although I do not exclude men from my life, I do need to limit their access to my time and energy. I need to create my own life. My love for women grows together with self-love. I no longer look to men for my identity. I am an artist and a sculptor. I gain my satisfaction and identity from my own work.
As I honour the place I am in now, I can look back and validate those bonds with women that I was not able to recognise at the time. Bisexuals are accused of retreating into heterosexual privilege, but I disagree. Where lesbians and gays are forced into the closet, so are we. As bisexuals become visible in the community, I hope that we will retain our freedom from easy categorisation and will not deteriorate into stereotypes. We’re there in great numbers, and as we come out I hope we will have a liberating effect and bring freedom from confining roles.”
i think because you can basically access unlimited LGBT content online we tend to forget just how powerful having something physical and queer you can hold in your hands can be, doubly so if it’s in your native language and relevant to your local issues
literally a single book, zine or magazine is worth more than any social media website and can make you feel more secure and proud in your identity and touch you in a way you can’t even imagine before you’ve experienced it
Boutta say smthn mean but afabs makin posts about how they don’t read theory or literature or engage with reading complex topics cuz “it’s all just common sense to care about people” is absolutely tied directly to the way that they then get indoctrinated by TERFs by like. hatereading 1 fucking radfem blog for too long. because TERFs have done their research and have their sources and statistics and their journals and their historic documents on hand (partly because trans people are an entire category of humans simply living our lives while TERFs are a specific culty fascist political hate group with a specific set of goals and beliefs, so you might follow 20 trans people and see very little in the way of loud trans rights activism because we simply don’t devote our entire life to fighting for our rights whereas a TERF blog is going to be devoted fulltime to the political stances of trans exclusionary radical feminism, and even cryptos will have the dog whistles EVERYWHERE if you are educated enough to catch them), and it’s all hateful skewed bullshit meant to manipulate people into furthering the marginalization of a vulnerable oppressed group, but it’s unironically the first actual theory on privilege and oppression that 75% of these people have read and they have not actually put tangible thought into the oppression that trans people face so suddenly that radfem article about The Scientific Proof Of Sex Based Oppression, Medical Transition As A Tool For Misogyny, And How Trans Women Are Behind It All sounds real impressive.
Really hate how hyperfixation and infodump and other such words have had their meaning diluted by neurotypicals using them as if they mean "thing I like" and "talking about the thing I like" rather than their actual definitions, and now I'm starting to see tumblr posts with people saying shit like "Hyperfixation this, infodump that, just say you're obsessed with voltron and go" as if they're just some cringy tumblr fandom words weird people use instead of actually being terms adhd/autistic people use to describe their experiences
it's like the current use of gaslight or going back even further, trigger, it just keeps happening and online communities especially are so awful for it
so i made a post complaining about the lack of posts for islander wlw so im making it myself.
heres to all the lesbian, bi, butch, femme, trans, ace, queer pacific islanders, to the butch chamorros, the femme samoans, the trans hawaiians, the lesbian tahitians, bi maori women, etc. i love you all and we’re so beautiful and strong and amazing and we deserve visibility
between “twink isn’t a body type” and “camp is like having bad taste” and even “femme has never been used outside of lesbian bars (which didn’t allow bi women)” and “neopronouns were created 10 years ago” i’m starting to suspect some of you don’t actually know gay culture and are just half assedly speedrunning being a gay elder for clout