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batslime · 1 year

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Hi guys it’s been a while since I’ve made one of these but this is Vicki and she owns the ONE and ONLY lesbian bar/ restaurant in Florida, The Lady’s Room, and it’s at risk of closing. She’s tried getting a loan but the banks are refusing despite her good credit. I’ve made a few posts like these that got some great traction, I would love to see Vicki get the support she needs too 🙏🏼

Please consider donating to her GoFundMe!

Currently she’s at $12,203 of her $100k goal (Tuesday April 18, 2023).

Please spread! If you can’t donate atm the next best thing is to boost.

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Vicki, a butch lesbian, wearing a black jersey sporting rainbow stripes and embroidery reading “love is love” across the left breast, is leaning against a counter with her tattooed arms crossed. A pride flag hangs behind her in what is presumably her bar. The piercings on her face ride the knit of her concerned brow as she speaks. “A month, maybe two, then it’s on the market. I don’t have a choice; I’ve sold all my properties, I’ve emptied my 401k; I’ve tried banks, I’ve tried finance companies…”

“I went in, I said, you know, I wanna take out a loan to invest in my bar, and they said, we can’t do it. Okay, I have 7+ credit score, I own my cars. I own my home… what the Hell.”

“They won’t touch it. I don’t know if it’s because it’s a lesbian bar, but that’s what it felt like.”

The caption “We have one month to save Florida’s only lesbian bar!” is overlaid the video for its duration.

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(This is the first time I’ve written a video transcription, I tried to keep in mind what I would find helpful but please lmk what I could do better if you have any suggestions)

#gofundme #go fund me #lesbian #lesbian bar #lgbt #lgbtq #crowdfunding #community action #florida #florida lgbt #gay bar #southern lgbt #i never rly know how to tag these.#donate #donation #help

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lonesomelavender · 7 months

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North Carolina sapphics hmu please I'd like to know how many of us there are;_;

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kuchipatch1 · 4 months

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yall have got to be more normal about Southern people and I'm not kidding. enough of the Sweet Home Alabama incest jokes, enough of the idea that all Southerners are bigots and rednecks, and enough of the idea that the South has bad food. shut up about "trailer trash" and our accents and our hobbies!

do yall know how fucking nauseating it is to hear people only bring up my state to make jokes about people in poverty and incestuous relationships? how much shame I feel that I wasn't born up north like the Good Queers and Good Leftists with all the Civilised Folk with actual houses instead of small cramped trailers that have paper thin walls that I know won't protect me in a bad enough storm?

do yall know how frustrating it is to be trans in a place that wants to kill you and whenever you bring it up to people they say "well just move out" instead of sympathizing with you or offering help?

do yall understand how alienating it is to see huge masterposts of queer and mental health resources but none of them are in your state because theyre all up north? and nobody seems to want to fix this glaring issue because "they're all hicks anyways"

Southern people deserve better. we deserve to be taken seriously and given a voice in the queer community and the mental health space and leftist talks in general.

#this is kind of a vent honestly but ive been thinking abt it a lot #ask to tag #ok to reblog #southerners #queer #lgbt #neurodivergent #alabama #georgia #tennessee #texas #discourse #?#poverty #southern queer

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deerioni · 1 year

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Now this is one of my favourite tik toks

#trans #transgender #ftm #lgbtq #trans positivity #trans pride #transmasc #lgbtq positivity #pride #trans man #bi #lgbt humour #southern

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celluloidrainbow · 1 year

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SOUTHERN COMFORT (2001) dir. Kate Davis The final year in the life of Robert Eads, a transgender man from the back hills of Georgia. "A hillbilly and proud of it," he cuts a striking figure: sharp-tongued, bearded, tobacco pipe in hand. Though his home is nestled among tranquil hills dotted with hay bales, Robert confronts a world hostile to him. He was diagnosed with ovarian cancer, then turned away by more than two dozen doctors who feared that taking on a trans patient might harm their practice. Beginning in spring, he falls deeply in love with Lola, a trans woman. That summer, his mother and father drive ten hours to visit their "lost daughter," a trip they know may be their last. His final dream is to make it to the Southern Comfort Conference in Atlanta, the nation's preeminent transgender gathering. Beating the odds, he addresses a crowd of 500 and takes Lola to "The prom that never was". (link in title)

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queerism1969 · 2 years

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rainbowcafelgbtqcenter · 12 days

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When was the last time YOU got tested?

Today is National Transgender HIV Testing Day (NTHTD) - it's an annual observance through the CDC and other HIV-focused health organizations to spark conversations about the need for HIV testing and prevention. Like many marginalized populations, HIV disproportionally affects transgender individuals compared to the general population and has done so since the original 1980s AIDS epidemic.

It's 2024. HIV is completely treatable and preventable - as long as you have the knowledge and the tools.

Every single person should get tested for HIV at least once in their lives, even if they're not sexually active. In Illinois, once you turn 12 years old, you can get tested for HIV and prevention tools like PrEP and PEP entirely on your own without parental permission/consent.

Sexually active individuals should be tested for HIV at least once per year, regardless of their sexual orientation or gender identity. HIV can and does affect everyone, so make it a part of your annual wellness routine and doctor's visit. There's a variety of ways to get tested for HIV - whether it's through an at-home test, at the doctor's office, or with an organization like us at Rainbow Cafe LGBTQ Center!

High-risk people, like individuals who frequently have unprotected sex or share injectable drugs/equipment, should get tested for HIV more often. The CDC recommends high-risk populations get tested every 3 to 6 months, depending on need. On the other hand, the CDC does not recommend anyone get tested more than 4 times a year unless...

You should get tested each and every time there's an emergency like you had unprotected sex, the condom broke, or you had to share drug equipment.

If you test negative, you have a couple of options to prevent getting HIV in the future. If you're someone who comes into contact with HIV somewhat regularly, like if you have engage in unprotected sex, have a partner living with HIV, or normally share injection drug equipment, you should consider PrEP - a daily pill that prevents HIV long-term. Alternatively, if you're someone who doesn't into contact with HIV very often and there's an emergency like a condom breaking, there's PEP, which prevents HIV transmission after exposure if taken quickly enough.

If you test positive, you'll be prescribed the necessary medications to ensure you will live a long, healthy life just like any of your other peers. It might seem scary since there still isn't a permanent cure for HIV, but living with HIV really means just taking your daily meds, doing some routine bloodwork with your doctor, and making sure to tell your future/current partners.

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yaoiboypussy · 1 month

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I’ve found a reliable way to identify annoying northern trans people. Ask them their thoughts on trans men and they will start lying about what trans men experience and talking about how privileged and whiny trans men are.

#.txt #before you talk about trans men. listen to southern trans men. I beggg #trans #transgender #trans man #transmasc #lgbt #lgbtq

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roserobineva · 22 days

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SOUTHERN COMFORT | TLOU OC x Abby Anderson Fluff

Alina and Abby get drunk and end up in the same bed together...

A thick, rich tang hung onto our cold evening breath, losing its way as I’m sure my head was deprived of air. I felt light, weightless, yet simultaneously heavy and tired, but it was as comforting as a woollen blanket. There was a chill in the air, but we didn’t feel it. Stumbling our way back from the aquarium, Abby, Manny and I had snuck out of the stadium and spent the evening drinking ourselves into oblivion, as teenagers do. But it had been one of the best nights of my life. Was it monumentally stupid of us to be stumbling through ruined cities riddled with infected and seraphites at dead of night? Of course it was. However, I think the last thing we wished to think about was death. There had been no lack of that in our short lives, and any moment spent avoiding reality was a moment well spent.

We made it to the back of the stadium, Abby and I having trawled Manny half the way there with the last of our sober strength. I was glad for her help; without her brawn I probably would’ve resigned him to a ditch. We made it halfway to Abby and Manny’s room before he began drunkenly, and very loudly, blabbering in what sounded like a concoction of broken Spanish and English.

“Abby, sabes que me amas, tuck me in when we get home?” Manny slurred with a twang of humour. In a desperate attempt to shut him up, Abby slapped her hand over his mouth and tugged him into a headlock.

“Shut up, you fucking idiot!” She stage-whispered, an impish giggle worming its way into her tone, making her sound less authoritative and more like a misbehaving child. Simultaneously, I was forced to take the precaution of crossing my legs, the situation making me laugh harder than I were allowed. However our hijinks were curtly interrupted by a crisp crescendo of footsteps echoing through the stairwell. Obviously our feeble attempts at sneaking had woken someone. Who? We didn't dare find out.

Abby’s warm hand guided the small of my back, frantically pushing us into her dorm, which I was unaware we had reached. I just about stayed on my feet from the force. In one swift movement, we were in and the door was artfully shut. We all remained still, like stunned varmint. The methodic drum of hardware boots vacillating between each end of the hallway kept us still. We actively avoided looking at each other, sharing the knowledge that if we did, we’d wouldn't keep composure. Eventually, the footsteps receded and descended back down the stairwell. Muscles I didn’t know were tensed relax themselves.

“Santa mierda, that was a close one.” Manny uttered, with the most clarity I had heard him speak with all night.

“I thought we were fucked,” I chuckled, glancing over at Abby. She was smiling, flushed with adrenaline and alcohol. Our eyes connect, for a second. And it’s just us. But only for a second. The violating screech of Manny’s squeaky mattress pierced our intimate moment. We both looked over to see him already passed out on his bed. The adrenaline from our close encounter had sobered me slightly, but I was grateful for it. A double take confirms that Manny is knocked out cold, and my eyes travelled back over to Abby. She was now sat on her bed, sluggishly taking off her coat and boots. My eyes traced her hands as she unpicked her laces. They travelled up and up until they reach her eyes which were now looking into mine. I expected some awkwardness, but it never arrived. We could’ve stayed there forever, absorbing each other features, absorbing the bittersweetness of that moment. We both understood what was happen, but neither were ready to admit it were so.

Overwhelmed, I broke the connection, scared of what may happen if I let it linger. As I walked over to her, I stay mindful of the heaviness of my footsteps. I awkwardly place myself on the bed next to her, our skin barely touching, but it felt electric. She doesn’t yet acknowledge me, too focused on escaping those uncomfortable combat boots. She concealed it, but seemed just as anxious. My gaze was fixed on her, magnetic. I couldn’t look away. She had no idea how perfect she looked. She didn’t even have to do anything.

Finally, our eyes reconnect. It’s just as overwhelming. Her lips part, she wants to say something. She doesn’t. I try to break the uncomfortable silence.

“I don’t know if I’ll make it back to my room tonight.” The threat of being caught hovering over me. I gestured to the door, but her eyes don’t break from mine.

“Stay then. There’s room.” That sentence sucked the air from her, like it was the last thing to exit her mouth. Her dying wish. I nodded. Nothing else needed to be said. Despite the telling quiet, I feared getting caught more than I feared sharing a bed with Abby. Although the thought set a boulder-like weight in the pit of my stomach.

I didn’t have sleep clothes on me, (obviously) so nicked one of Manny’s many shorts and T-shirts. Not the first time I’d been subjected to his musty laundry, but it’s more appropriate than going nude. By the time I had changed, Abby was already snug under the duvet. Apprehension took over. This felt wrong, more so than sneaking out drinking. An intruding sensation of disgust took me over, churning and bubbling in my stomach, and my dads voice rang in my ears.

'The acts of the flesh are obvious,' Do you remember the rest?

Abby's voice disperses his heinous words, "Are you getting in or...?”

I refused to let him ruin such a good day. A forced smile to crossed my face, and I slid in beside her. The duvet was warm from the heat of her body, which began pleasantly coaxing me to sleep. I felt a shift as she turned over to face me, our bodies so close it stung. A youthful, exciting static built between us, or maybe it was just the remaining buzz of alcohol.

“So, did you have fun this evening?” She whispers, an anxious yet hopeful glint in her voice.

“I did you know. I really did.” I pause. “For the first time in a while I actually enjoyed myself.”

She smiles, “See, I told you it would be nice. You need to believe me more.” We shared a gentle laugh, a genuine laugh. Something only she could evoke from me.

“I do. I’m just scared to.” The sentence escapes me, I didn’t intend to say it, bet it rolled off my tongue like a snowflake. That snowflake would soon become a snowball. "Why? What's so scary?" She queries. Cautiousness holds me close, but for once I refuse. I break it's grasp, maybe it's the alcohol talking but I want to be brave. I want her to break me down. "Because no one has given me a reason to feel safe with them."

"Not even me?" She snickers, masking her hurt.

"No... you're different." I hope that reassures her.

We spoke deep into the night, but time ran from us and we didn’t care to compete with it. I was sharing things that had never left my mouth let alone the depths of my mind. Abby already knew so much of me, but that was my gift to her. She earned my trust just as my cousin did. She was as good as family. Better than.

“I have a question.” I wait for her with exhausted ease. I’d tell her just about anything at that moment.

“Why do you trust me so much? Out of everyone. Why me?”

I could tell this was a self indulgent question, but I was happy to answer.

“You tried the hardest. You actually cared.” A flicker of confusion crosses her face, “People care about you, the others care so much?”

“Of course they do, that’s indisputable. But you cared the most. Everyone else would’ve easily forgotten me. But you didn’t. Even when I’d hide myself away, put my walls up, you did everything in your power to break them down. For the first time, you made me feel wanted... in a good way.”

She was silent for a second, stone faced, drinking in what I had said. Her expression shifted, it was solemn and tender and loving. Almost motherly. It took me aback. Her hand shifted from beneath the duvet and up to my face, the tips of her fingers brushing my cheek. She cupped it and used her thumb to carefully stroke my cheek. Her touch made time stop, the world around me disappeared into swirling colours.

“You’re always wanted Alina. I’ve always wanted you.” The words just about escape her lips they’re so quiet. But they resonate with me louder than anything else I had heard. Before I could respond she pulled me closer to her and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. Like second nature, I rested my face on her collar. Soon we’re both asleep, blissfully unaware of the world we survive in. It was just me and her. She had a knack for making me feel this way.

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useless-catalanfacts · 2 years

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I think it’s time to address the Mallorca lesbians comment, isn’t it?

If you’re not from a Catalan-speaking country, you won’t have heard about this, but people in Mallorca (Balearic Islands) are mad, and rightfully so.

This week was the beginning of Palma Pride Week, an event (named in English, of course) that is pretty much the textbook definition of the capitalist party Pride event. It’s held in Palma, which is Mallorca’s capital city, and organized by the association Ella Global Community.

The inauguration speech was given by Kristin Hansen (president of Ella Global Community), who has been living in the island for 15 years but was unable to give the speech in the island’s language (Catalan), because she has never bothered to learn it.

In the speech (in Spanish), she said that Pride is a good opportunity not only for LGBTI people to attend to it, but also “people from the countryside who have never seen a lesbian. They will come and say, ‘Look! A lesbian is just like any other person’. It’s important because you go 15 kilometres inside the island and the mentality changes.”

Of course, Mallorcan people have felt deeply insulted with this ignorant and prejudiced statement.

Legislation and the social normalization of LGBTQIA+ rights has been way more advanced in Mallorca than in Germany (where Kristin Hansen is originary from) for decades, and in the island there has been a grassroots LGBTQIA+ movement for longer than she has lived here. And this movement was born from the Mallorcan people, in all the island, and not from rich tourists nor only in the capital. The organization Ben Amics has been working since 1994. Same-sex marriage has been legal in the Balearic Islands since 2001, while in Germany it was only legalized in 2017.

The matter is easy: everyone wants to live in paradise, so many people from Northern Europe move to beautiful Mallorca or other sunny Mediterranean places; but nobody wants to live with its people. Hansen has showed absolute ignorance and disrespect towards Mallorcan people, accusing them falsely and acting like we need them Germans or Central/Northern Europeans to save us and bring us to progress. Well, that’s false. Mallorcans are way ahead of Germany when it comes to LGBTQIA+ rights, and they don’t go around saying “those backwards people from Hünstetten and Waltershausen will see a lesbian for the first time thanks to us!”

There are lesbians everywhere. And there are gay, trans, bi, ace, aro, intersex, questioning and queer people everywhere. But there are also self-centered and ignorant people everywhere. The Palma City Hall should not have left the organization of an event like this one to someone with this prejudiced mindset.

Mallorcan organizations are asking Ella Global Community to apologize for her words and to change the objectives of Palma Pride Week. Because, right now, this is how Kristen Hansen described the event: "We will position Mallorca as an LGBTQI destination. It's a business opportunity: LGBT tourism spends much more money than the average tourist, about 180,000 million dollars, and it's an interesting, learned, and pleasant tourism."

Exactly one day after the Federació d'Entitats Veïnals de Palma (Federation of Neighbour Associations of Palma) met with the city hall to demand measures against the massification of tourism and the gentrification it brings, Hansen said that they expect Pride Week will bring between 7,000 and 10,000 tourists to the Sa Feixina neighborhood in one week. She added "Then these people will come here and buy apartments. We make a living from tourism, from real estate, from ships", as if it were a good thing.

Palma Pride Week's programme is centered on conferences about entrepreneurship, yoga, and "soul worshipping" to make the collective visible and to make Palma "the cosmopolitan city we want it to become". No, Palma is a city where local people can barely afford to continue to live in, where massive tourism doesn't let them live their lives.

The interests shown by Ella Global Community and its wealthy members are aligned with the interests of rich owners who are making life hell for the inhabitants of the island. They don't represent the interests of Mallorcan LGBTQIA+ people. In their objective of creating a paradise for rich LGBT tourists, they are kicking out local people, including local LGBTQIA+ people.

Ben Amics organizes a Pride month too, this year titled "30 years of fight: rights and resilience", with a programme that actually aims to fight, raise awareness and discuss gender and sexual diversity and dissidence. Created by Mallorcan LGBTQIA+ people answering to their needs. If you are going to support a Pride event in Mallorca, be it this one.

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