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dragoncuspid · 4 months
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I cut my hair again I finally have an even amount of layers and bangs hehe
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queerasfact · 9 months
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I've heard its International Cat Day, so here's my collection of photos of Historical Queers And Cats
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Not sure which of his many many cats this is, but here's Freddie Mercury!
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Author James Baldwin with some of Istanbul's cats (photographed by Sedat Pekay)
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Self-Portrait with Thorn Necklace and Hummingbird by Frida Kahlo, featuring a cat on her shoulder (source)
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Pilot and race-car driver Roberta Cowell with a veritable handful of kittens
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Author and illustrator Tove Jansson, creator of Moomins, and owner of Psipsina (source)
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Performer, activist and spy Josephine Baker walking her cheetah, Chiquita
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Artist Rosa Bonheur napping with Fathma, one of her pet lions.
Happy International Cat Day!
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ramcel · 10 months
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hopelesslyromanticgay · 10 months
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An Americano, Please? Part 3
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Word count: 1.3K A/N: Just an FYI, I don't usually upload twice a day, I just felt particularly inspired today. As always, italics in quotation marks signify the speaking is using romanian dialect.
Y/N's POV:
I gotta admit. It hurt when Jenna didn't send me a text immediately. It's been two days, and still nothing.
Maybe it was a meaningless banter. Oh well. I guess I just really thought something could come out of it.
"What are you sulking about?" Nessa asks me one day after our shift. 
"I'm not sulking, I'm just a little sad because I didn't get a text from someone," I explain, "It's not like she owed me a text or anything, but I don't have to be ecstatic over the fact that she hasn't done so."
"Oh my god, you're into the American one," Nessa exclaims, "I knew it! I mean, she's gorgeous. Like if I were into girls I would definitely be into her." I take a sip of my cortado (half espresso, half milk) as I listen.
"Well in any case, she's probably not interested."
"Stop sulking, Y/N," Nessa scolds me, "Let's do something fun. Gotta get your mind off of this girl."
Since our shift just ended, and we have a whole afternoon ahead of us, Nessa and I take her car to Predeal, the closest thing to a modern city we have around here.
It's about seven miles, so about twenty minute drive. The town's mostly filled with ski resorts, but there's a few fun places to shop.
A great deal of the afternoon is spent sitting outside a store judging the tourists. 
"Oh my god she's probably saying something stupid like, 'I know it's winter but my husband will love this hawaiian T-shirt I bought in Romania,'" Nessa mimics the normal thought process of the typical tourist.
"This guy's even worse though,"  I stifle a laugh, mocking his actions.
After a thorough mockery of all of the Predeal tourists, we head back to our town, content with our afternoon.
I still haven't stopped thinking about Jenna, though. I wish I could have gotten to know her better. It's so nice to finally have someone I can talk to in English.
All I can do is hope that she comes back to the shop. Even then though, she probably won't want much to do with me.
Nessa drops me off at my apartment, waving goodbye. Almost instantly, I shed my winter coat, relieved by the warmth of the building.
The first thing I do is turn on the TV and open Netflix. A new baking show just dropped, and I'm not the type to turn down new entertainment.
The show turns out to be a combination of baking and engineering. It seems cool, but it's hard to tell from the first episode.
My phone lights up with a bright reminder Remember to feed Cupid!
Sighing, I get up from the couch and grab my fish flakes.
Cupid is my purple betta fish. She's about a year old and as of yet hasn't had too many health issues, which is super lucky for both of us. She's at the point where she recognizes my face. So when I go up to the tank, fish feed in hand, she eagerly swims up to the glass.
"Hey Cupid," I laugh, sprinkling some food into the tank.
After feeding her, I head back to the couch, where I continue watching my cooking show. Before I know it, I'm five episodes in and the sun is starting to set. I look out of the window, trying to gauge the temperature and weather condition.
It's a fairly clear twilight right now. There's a good chance I'll get to see stars tonight. Actually, I've decided I will see stars tonight.
I don my winter coat and make my way down the apartment complex stairs. One of the perks of not living in a huge city is that I can see the night sky beautifully.
One of my favorite places in town is on the outer edges of it. At this point, all of the buildings are housing, be it apartments or actual houses. The long stretches of pavement are perfect for strolling down while admiring the night. 
Not a lot of people choose to come out here late at night, which is honestly their loss. I wouldn't necessarily say I'm super into nature and the great outdoors, but when I am outside, I can find an appreciation for my surroundings.
So that's how I found myself strolling the streets of Bușteni Romania, not looking at the cement in front of me.
BAM! I find myself crashing into another person, almost knocking both of us over.
"Fuck, I am so sorry," I find myself defaulting to english, "I- I mean, I'm so sorry, are you okay?"
"Y/N?" A familiar voice asks.
"Jenna?" It may be dark, but I can just barely see the details of her face. God I hope she's not mad.
"Yep, it's me," I hear her faintly laugh.
"Are you okay? I almost knocked you over."
"I'm okay, just a little rattled."
"Sorry for that again," I apologize, "I should have been watching where I was going." 
"You could make it up to me by walking me to my apartment?" she offers.
"I'd like nothing more," I laugh, linking my arm with hers and we start to walk.
"So, Y/N, tell me about yourself," she starts the conversation.
"Well, my name's Y/N L/N, I work at a coffee shop. I speak English and Romanian, which is useful for when people like you come to the shop."
"I know that stuff," she interrupts me, "what do you like to do outside of work?"
"You know, the normal things, be around the people I care about, watch shows, I read sometimes, listen to music, that kind of stuff. What about you?"
"Well for starters, I'm Jenna Ortega, I also love to read and listen to music," she tells me, "I also like to write though, I have like, twenty scripts and stories sitting in my FinalDraft™ folder."
"Damn, you must really like writing," I respond, "that's pretty awesome."
"I guess so," she shrugs.
"Have you ever considered publishing your work?" I ask.
"Yeah, I actually published a book called It's All Love," she answers proudly.
"That's like, the coolest thing anyone's said to me all day," I tell her.
"I guess I'm just a cool person," she jokes, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, only an arrogant person would say that."
"No, you have reason to say, it. You're a published author, the lead in a TV show, and fun to talk to. Don't discredit your own awesome-ness." 
She laughs, "thanks for saying that."
"Sure thing." 
"So, does your offer to take me around town sometime still stand?" she changes the subject.
"I'm a woman of my word, Jenna, if you still want a tour, you have my number," I remind her, trying to sound kind and cool at the same time. Which is kind of challenging.
"Oh my god, I forgot to text you, didn't I," she gasps, "I'm so so sorry, Y/N. I've just had so much going on." She starts to talk herself into a panic, "I have work for like, eight hours a day, plus cello lessons, plus german and fencing, it's just so much." If I had known how busy she was I never would have felt so hurt. That must be so overwhelming.
"Hey, it's okay, I'm not mad about it." Which is true. 
"That's such a relief," she exhales, "again, I'm so sorry."
"Hey, Jenna, it's okay. How about the next time you have a day off, we get in touch and I take you around town."
"Well, conveniently enough, my next day off is tomorrow, so how about I see you then?" she offers.
"I wouldn't be opposed to that," I smile, doing my best to hide how excited I am for this.
"Well this is my place," she announces, "thank you for walking me home." 
"Anytime," I reply, sad to know the night is ending. She heads through the door to her apartment, leaving me to walk the short five minutes to my apartment alone.
As soon as I get home, I dash to my bedroom, putting on pyjamas and getting ready for bed. I'm tired from the day. At at the same time, I'm so happy I got to see Jenna. I'm so excited that she wants to see me again, maybe tomorrow! I can't wait to get to know her better.
My phone lights up with a text from a new number
                       +1 ***-***-****
Does 11 AM tomorrow work for you?
-Jenna
I smile, quickly texting back 
                               Sure thing, see ya then :)
I can hardly wait.
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itsbansheebitch · 9 months
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“I” Stands for Invisible
The amount of queer people who don’t know what Intersex means is insane. The very concept destroys any argument against Trans people, Non-Binary people, etc. It opens the conversation to sex vs gender on a bigger scale.
Intersex people are literally having non consensual surgeries done on them AS BABIES. You want to talk about kids getting mutilated against their will, let’s talk about how Anti-Trans bills will ALWAYS say “No one is allowed to get gender-affirming surgery UNLESS IN THE CASE OF INTERSEXUALITY” Like, bitch what???
ALSO, when you get a surgery as a baby (especially when your parents don’t know) you grow rapidly, as babies do, the surgery scars stretch and tear. Imagine your private parts tearing and not knowing know why. That is legitimately terrifying.
I honestly think that one of the reasons we don’t talk about Intersexuality is purity culture. We are incredibly uncomfortable around topics concerning genitalia. If people approached the topic from a purely biological and sociological perspective, maybe we would be more open to this conversation, but idk. Someone who is actually intersex would know better than me
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slow-burn-sally · 6 months
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Can I just say how much I love how everyone in the cast of Our Flag Means Death (both seasons 1 and 2) is just HOT AS FUCK, but like in Queer and Non Standard ways.
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yourdailyqueer · 5 months
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James Majoos
Gender: Non binary (they/them)
Sexuality: Queer
DOB: 1 October 1996
Ethnicity: South African
Nationality: Australian
Occupation: Actor
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spookyspeks · 5 months
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I rlly need to talk about this rq bc I think its important
I'm a 21 year old gay trans man , and I went to a contemporary queer performance thing tonight, and I made friends with an older queer person who seemed to maybe be in his late 40s
We were in line to have our tickets processed, and he complimented my eccentric look with just gestures and finger clicks
I sat next to him for the actual performance, and we introduced ourselves properly.
When the performance was getting particularly emotional, we were both on the edge of tears. He could tell I was getting emotional and he held my hand and squeezed it tight and rubbed my shoulder. I think its worth mentioning that that the performance itself focused quite a bit on generational differences in the queer community and having that kind of support
After the performance everyone was encouraged to get down onto the stage and dance together, and with me being a cane user he helped me down the steps
After the show, he hugged me and said what a pleasure it was to meet me, and he kissed me on the cheek and told me to stay colourful
I might never see him again and I unfortunately dont even remember his name, but I'll always remember him as a person
My point is, nothing will make you more proud to be queer and more in touch with the queer community as going to queer events in real life and meeting and making friends with older queer people. I think its easy to take your own community for granted when you mostly experience it online.
But when you experience it in real life? Nothing compares.
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artish-boi · 1 year
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sirenium · 2 months
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Someone left a hate comment on one of my posts, so ya know what that means: another positivity post!
m-spec lesbians/gays, lesboys, turigirls, and anyone else that is 'the reason the LGBTQ community gets mocked' are cool ASF and are an important part of the community. Fuck 'being valid' as a queer person; we're all invalid to bigots, and that doesn't mean shit. We're going to be here, we have always been here, and we're not going anywhere.
Nothing a blank 'hater' account says will change that, either.
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dreaminginthedeepsouth · 10 months
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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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sarcastic-sue · 2 years
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A big fuck you to the hypocrites on tumblr who reblog the "queer people who are closeted are vaild" post every pridemonth like clockwork and in the same breath call harry styles a queerbaiter because you can't put him in all those boxes that you created for your own benefit
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la-soia · 10 months
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waaa I cant do backgrounds !!! 🤬
they're watching a movie I swear I just couldn't figure out how to do the lighting ndnsns
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ur-dad-satan · 2 months
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straight men, especially on video games, scare me so bad. I'm so glad I'm gay (bi). The only men I'd date at this point in my life are femboys, queer himbos, or fictional men manifested in real people.
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rockinredpanda · 1 year
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Explaining why calvin fischoeder has a crush on bob belcher (SPOILERS FOR NEW EPISODE)
Okay so first and most obvious, his soft spot for bob.
Calvin throughout the series is shown to be a mostly heartless cold person and a bit selfish and evil, but when it comes to bob he changes. Although hes still kinda a bitch, around bob he seems alot nicer. In the april fools episode when bob falls, calvin (unlike what he'd do for anyone else) runs after bob yelling "MY DEAR BOB". Not only does the little nickname give of huge zest fest vibes, he runs after bob as soon as he sees him fall
Calvin shows more emotion near bob than any other character. Of course he rarely shows emotion with his face or body, but voice-wise hes alot more emotional. When hes around other people, he has his classic emotionless voice, but near bob some emotion comes out. When he's mad, he actually sounds mad. When hes happy, you can hear it. This could show that calvin trusts bob the most when it comes to showing emotion.
The fact that he only remembers bob's name out of anyone should be a dead giveaway that he cares about bob more than the other belchers. With linda he mostly calls her "lady bob" or "lady burger". He doesn't even bother to remember his crushes wifes name LMFAOO
of course, we cant leave out calvins "are you going to try to kiss me?" Question towards bob. The situation they were in had no hints of there being anything romantic, and even then no straight man would think of kissing the other man even in that situation. So even then, calvin had to have been thinking of bob kissing him in that situation, which proves my point further
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spud-soup · 11 months
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starting this blog off strong with horrible little guys
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