#t-slur

[football-in-tuxedos]

I dunno if there's anyone I have more contempt for than the liberals who spinelessly whimper about how much they support queer people, as they work to maintain the systems of oppression that hold us down. It's an odd sort of contempt, one I have to work to never let leave my mouth.

I guess I hate the people who are trying to actively harm us more, but that's an anger I can express, a hatred I can give a name to. But the pathetic centrists, the people who gasp and clutch their pearls when I say I want the people who are actively trying to kill us gone, the people who say "Well I support LGBT rights but-" at every opportunity?

There's a contempt there, one I have to swallow at every turn. Because I have to bite my tongue. Because I can use them. Because my people are dying, because they have votes and access to the laws of the country, because I need them. Because they have the reigns of power and I'm just some random tranny no one will listen to.

But every time the consequences are worse for a queer person than their abusers, I swallow more contempt. Every time I have to bite my tongue and then smile with my blood in my teeth, I swallow more contempt. Every time I have to reassure a straight person while I mourn a dead trans person, every time I have to hold back an insult or a threat aimed at my attackers I swallow more contempt. How much can I swallow before I vomit it on the floor?

This is not about predstrogen. This is not about the tumblr CEO. It's bigger than them, it's bigger than the moderator tools that exist only to punish us, it's bigger than the bigots in my asks and the systems of power that exist to make sure my responses to them are always polite.

I just need to bleed off some of the contempt before I vomit it on the floor of some spineless liberal who values his floor more than his stated principles.

#transgender #predstrogen #tumblr ceo #t-slur #but I suppose I'm allowed to use it #It's all I'll ever be in their eyes

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Whumptober Day 22 (BAU x transmale reader)

No. 22 PICK YOUR POISON

Toxic | Withdrawal | Allergic Reaction

ALT: Ambushed

(there will be a part two fo this!)

Warnings: transphobia (from a load of people, it's the main theme), deadnaming (D/N), the t-slur/trans slur/(tr**ny) used once, outing, misgendering, probably hate crime tbh, please let me know if I've missed anything

PLEASE DON’T READ IF YOU FIND THESE THEMES/WARNING UPSETTING

Word count: 2696

No one missed the looks you received when you walked into the precinct. It was your hometown, a typical small town with its typical small-town views and beliefs. You, however, had become accustomed to these looks. Particularly those who worked at the station. When you came out and started your transition (despite the strong words and opinions of your parents), it was as though the town had frozen you out. No one would speak to you unless they had to, no one would approach you, sure, you even got beaten up a few times. You were dreading this case to say the least. 

“Why do they keep glaring at you?” Spencer mumbled as he walked close to you.

“I was a smart mouthed kid,” You whispered back, finding the best excuse you could, “And this is a stereotypical small town - they have nothing else better to do than gossip,”

What made everything ten times worse was that the team didn’t even know. You didn’t write it on your application, fearing that if you did, you wouldn’t get the job - or the team would treat you differently. You had planned to tell them you were transgender, of course, but the right time had never surfaced and you were in too deep now. You’d just have to be stealth until you retired from the FBI. And if that’s the way it went, then hey, that would be okay. 

You knew Spencer didn’t believe you, but he didn’t comment on it either, which you’d take as a win. You had a feeling you were going to need all the wins you could get with this case. 

“Officer Hart is currently working this case, so you’ll be working closely with him, if that’s alright?”

You look at the officer, the name feeling familiar and your heart jumps. Standing in front of you with a wide smirk is your high school bully, Seth Hart. You mentally groan. Just your luck. And judging by his widening smirk, he recognises you. 

“That’s perfect,” Hotch said politely before turning to you, “(Y/N), do you know Officer Hart?”

You nod, about to answer, when Seth cuts in, “Oh, yes, (Y/N) and I go way back,” He emphasises your name and it makes you feel sick. You should probably just pretend to be sick and spend the rest of the case at the hotel. 

When the team had found out that you grew up here, they had immediately asked to meet your family, curious as to who raised the Fabulous (Y/N) (Garcia’s words). The whole team had joined for the case, Garcia included. When they had asked, after a moment you agreed. Instantly regretting it, but able to go back on your decision. Although you were trying your best to come up with an excuse, but you could worry about that later. Your current problem was staring straight at you. 

Hotch, sensing the tension, nods, “Good,” He says, “I’m sure that will be helpful for the case,”

It had been hours since you all were introduced, after checking the scenes, going over the files again, flicking through suspects, you were all worn out. 

“Alright, everyone, lunch break,” Hotch declares, looking up from the file, as he turns to you, “(Y/N), any recommendations?”

You pause, thinking for a moment before nodding. “There’s a diner not too far from here,” You said. 

“Vamoose to the cars,” Rossi cheers. 

You give directions from the back, anxiety building up in your chest as you do. ‘They probably won’t even recognise you’ You tell yourself. It does little to calm you down and soon enough, you’re there. 

“Ugh, she’s back,” You turn your head in the voice’s direction, holding back a smirk when you see the woman. 

“Janice,” You said curtly, “Still a joy to be around I see,”

You’re behind the rest of the group and they’re too caught up in chatter to have noticed or heard the conversation, which you were grateful for. You were going to make it out of the case without the team finding out you were trans if it was the last thing you did. 

When you’ve all chosen your seats and have gotten settled (you sat in a booth by the window), you realise you need the toilet. You announce it with a huff before standing and making your way over. It was still in view of the team, but quite a trek away. 

“Sorry, you can’t go in there,” Your stomach drops and you pause at the door. Turning, you see Mr Miles, your eleventh grade science teacher. “It’s mens,” He says, pointing at the stick figure on the toilet with ‘MEN’ written under it. 

“What do you want me to say?” You ask, “Well done for reading?” Mr Miles glares, stepping closer to you. 

“You’re not a man.”

“Listen, I get it, you’re insecure about your masculinity, but that’s no excuse to take that out on other people. You’re getting on in years, it’s completely normal to be insecure about your little soldier at your age,” You were exhausted and had no energy to waste on people like him. “Now, I suggest we both go our separate ways. If you don’t want me in your bathroom, wait until I’ve left.”

You walk into the bathroom with a smirk. 

When you exit the bathroom, a waitress is standing there, “I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” She says, folding her arms. You raise your eyebrows.

“Excuse me?” 

“You’re making customers uncomfortable,”

“Whatever,” You say with a laugh. You walk past her with a scoff, going up to the table the team were sitting at and you take your seat. You knew this wasn’t going to go well. 

You see the waitress talking to the manager. The team gives you a questioning look and you try your best to look innocent and shrug it off. And then the manager walks up to the table. 

“I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” He says. 

“What, why?” Hotch asks from next to you.

“No you, just-” His eyes flick to you, “You.”

“Why does he have to leave?” Morgan asks, eyebrows furrowed.

“Making customers uncomfortable,” He’s not using pronouns and it makes you bite back a smile. These people were the pettiest people you have ever met. 

“Right,” You say sarcastically, “Yet he was the one trying to get a sneak peak of my dick,” Had you had bottom surgery? No. Did they need to know that? No. 

The team’s jaws drop. “Leave willingly or we will forcibly remove you.”

“He’s an FBI agent-” Hotch argues.

“An FBI agent making multiple customers uncomfortable.”

“How?” Prentiss questions. 

“Alright, I’m leaving,” You say, beginning to stand up. Garcia grabs your arm, preventing you. 

“No, you’re not.” She says.

“It’s fine,” You lie, turning to the team. “I’ll meet you back at the station,” The team tries to protest but you shake your head, “No, it’s fine, I’ll grab something on the way back. By the way, the burger’s really good,” 

With that, you stand up and begin to make your way out of the diner. You’re shaking and you can’t remember ever being this angry. You’re getting a headache from the built up rage. 

You see Mr Miles smirking and waving at you as you leave. You respond with a sarcastic smile and the middle finger - watching as his face fills with rage. Old prick. 

You’re out of the diner, about to make your way back to the station when the team catches up. You close your eyes. “What was that about?” Spencer asks curiously.

You give a tightlipped smile, “Nothing,” You say, “Just-”

“You were a smart mouthed kid?” Spencer adds, referencing the lie from before. You nod. 

“You got kicked out of the diner for being smart mouthed as a kid?” Morgan asks. You nod.

“I don’t want to talk about it, can we just grab some food and get back to work?”

After a moment of studying you, Hotch nods, “Alright. But we will be talking about this later,” You repress a groan as you quickly nod.

Spencer’s sat next to you on the drive back and he’s keeping a close eye on you. So was Morgan (through the rearview mirror) and Garcia (from the passenger’s seat). Emily, Rossi, Hotch, and JJ were all in the other SUV. 

“You sure you’re okay?” Morgan asks as he takes a left. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” You respond, “You need to take a right,”

It was near the end of the case, you could feel it. It was that awkward plateau before all the answers flooded in and you solved it. You were in the break room, grabbing a coffee for you (and Spencer, who looked like he hadn’t slept in a week). You hummed to yourself as you made it, you were the only one in the room so you felt comfortable enough to do so. 

The door opened and closed quietly behind you and you stopped humming but continued to make the coffees, currently waiting on the machine. 

“Do your team even know?” You roll your eyes, turning to face Seth.

“Do my team even know what, Seth?” You ask. 

“I’ll take that as a no,” Stepping closer to you as he spoke, Seth sneered, “How are they gonna feel when they realise that you aren’t the person they thought you are? That you aren’t the person that they tolerate?”

You gulped, “Seth, shut up,”

“How can you expect your team to trust you, if they don’t even know you, huh?” You shoved him back when he went to touch your shoulder.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” You growled, you pointed a finger at him. “My team can trust me, they do trust. I have proven myself over and over again. So what they don’t know every damn thing about me? They don’t need to know everything about me to trust that I can do my job!”

"What's going on?" Your stomach dropped. Hotch. You turned around, seeing the team behind you. 

Seth snickered, “Nowhere to run now, (Y/N),” Breath hit the back of your throat. You felt like you couldn’t breathe.

Say something.

Say something, damnit! They’re all staring at you, waiting for you to reply. What do you say? You need to say something. 

“If you trust them so much, tell them. Go on, tell them pinochio. Tell them that you aren’t a real boy after all.” Seth laughs.

You open your mouth, ready to come up with a shitty excuse, yet another lie.  “I-”

You flush deeply at the laughter behind you, “God, this is just pathetic. How about I spell it out for you?” He suggested, “Since you can’t seem to do so yourself.” He turned to the team, whose faces were all painted with confusion. “She’s a girl. Woman. Female. A tranny.” Seth placed a hand over his chest as he gasped loudly. 

You feel your hands start to tremble, you shake your head - trying your best to blink back tears, “Stop,”

“Not that big tough FBI agent now, are you (D/N)?” The first tear falls causing Seth to taunt you with his smirk, “Oh this is just pathetic,” 

You’re not sure whether you want to hit him or run and hide away from the world for the rest of your life. You’re tempted to hit him and then hide away. Luckily for you, your legs are way ahead of your brain and you run, the team too surprised to chase you. Well, until Morgan snaps out of it and tries to run after you. You weave in and out of the buildings expertly, this wasn’t the first time you had to hide from someone. Although, you doubted that Morgan would hurt you. You didn’t have that doubt about Seth and his friends when you were growing up. You hide behind a dumpster and Morgan runs straight past you, you go undetected in the opposite direction. 

You’ve been out of the station for hours, it’s dark now. You can still see where you’re going, granted that’s mostly because of the dull street lights, but you can see well enough. You had left your phone at the station, knowing that the first thing Hotch would do is get Garcia to track it. You didn’t want to be found. You didn’t want to see the look of disappointment and judgement on your team’s face. You couldn’t deal with that. You had dealt with that your whole life and now all you wanted was a family and that’s what you had found here. All you wanted to do was find somewhere you fit in, where you could be who you really were and this team was the closest you had gotten to that and now it had been ripped away. 

You found the spot you used to hide in when you were young with ease. First floor of an abandoned building no one ever went in. Some teenagers a few years older than you started a rumour that it was haunted and since then, no one enters it. 

-

Glaring at Seth, Hotch walks forward. Seth coward at the glare. “Where would (Y/N) go?”

Seth gave a half-assed shrug, “Why do you care anyway?”

“He’s our family,” Rossi answered. “Where would he go?”

“Some stupid abandoned building,” Seth muttered after a second. 

“Perfect, sounds like you know where it is,” Prentiss said sharply. 

-

You sat in the corner, scowling at the wall opposite you. Seth had just ruined everything. Everything was gone. You shouldn’t have even come on this case. You should have pretended you were ill, or something! You groaned, letting your head fall back on the wall behind you. “This is just shit,” You mumbled. You kind of wished you had brought your phone with you so you could at least play Candy Crush or something. 

Your head snapped up, hearing a floorboard creak and you shot to your feet. Part of you expecting it to be Sean and his friends before you shove that thought aside. Hotch walks in first, followed swiftly by the rest of your team and your heart plummets, expecting the worst. 

“I told Hart that if he misgenders or deadnames you again, Derek will shoot him,” Garcia says, stepping forward to embrace you in a tight hug, which you gladly reciprocate. 

“You’re okay with it?” You mumble into her shoulder.

“We all are,” She replied, rubbing a hand up your back. “I promise. Look, we’re all okay with it, right guys?” 

“Of course!”

“We support you no matter what,”

“We’re family,”

“Why wouldn’t we be?” You grinned. 

“Come on, let’s get back to the station, I’m starving,” Garcia said.

Hotch nodded, “I’d like to try out that diner, I hear the burgers there are great.”

“I’m not allowed in, remember?”

Rossi patted your back with a grin, “Don’t you worry about that, kiddo,”

When the case was wrapped up, you sighed, turning to the team. “You still wanna meet the family?”

“We don’t have to-” JJ began, you shook your head.

“No, it’s fine, we’ve pretty much all met each other’s parents at this point,” You said with a laugh. “It’s my sister’s birthday and I don’t want to miss another one,” You and your sister, Clara, had always been close. She was the only one who supported you throughout your transition and you had managed to keep in contact, (despite your parents’ wishes). She was the only family member you kept in contact with. 

“I didn’t know you had a sister,” Spencer commented.

“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” You said mysteriously, you all gave a short laugh. “Besides, it’s only round the corner anyway,”

With that, you began the car journey - Derek had let you drive. Turns out, getting outed did have it’s benefits. Within five minutes you’re out the car and walking down a road. 

“This is it,” You said, pausing in front of the door. You hadn’t been here since you left for university. It would be fine, your team was here.

With a deep breath, you knocked on the door. 

#whumptober 2022 #No. 22 #ALT: Ambushed #Criminal minds #criminal minds x trans male reader #trans male reader #male reader #reader #spencer reid #derek morgan #jennifer jareau #emily prentiss #penelope garcia #aaron hotchner #david rossi #transphobia #t-slur #transgender slur #bullying #there will be a part 2 #sorry if it feels rushed it was- #outing #misgendering #deadnaming #hate crime #idk about the last one but probably

[ettolrach-uwu]

do your parents know you're trans? if so how was your coming out?

They do and it's not going too well. I would wait to answer this but there's never a moment in time when the situation is truly done, so I'll just give an answer now. TLDR they do and it's a struggle trying to get them to respect me for who I am.

CW transphobia, t-slur

I came out to my parents around a year after I realised I was trans, I was 18 at the time. I suspected it might not go well so by this time I already told everyone else; my friends and my teachers, since I was in high school at the time. I socially transitioned way before medically transitioning, which one only started two odd months ago.

I told them that I'm trans and that I want to be called Charlotte and they did not take it well at all, though it wasn't the worst possible outcome. My mother really didn't want it to be happening and was most vocal during conversations afterwards, as she usually is. She said that she doesn't want me to be trans for reasons I still don't fully understand. She says it's because she's scared for my safety, but I think it's because her internalised transphobia makes her think that being trans is disgusting and doesn't want me to end up like one of those trannys.

She asks me, how do I know whether I don't like being a man if I've not lived as an adult man before? To her, it doesn't matter that I've lived nearly 17 as a boy unhappily. She asks, can I please try living as a man for at least a year at university, after all, I've not experienced things like being in a relationship and having sex as a man before.

She tells me that my grandmother is very scared. My father too, he couldn't sleep for weeks after I told him I'm trans. Other guilt-tripping techniques are used too, like, don't you know how hard it is to hear this from your own child that you've raised for 18 years?

Not once have they called me Charlotte since I told them that I want to be called that, nor are they putting in any effort whatsoever to change. They just keep calling me by my deadname.

Not once have they asked what they can do to help me transition, or at least what they can do to make me feel better, happier.

Not once have they called me their daughter.

I moved out, this was investigated and was scheduled to happen anyway. They give me some money every month, and I boymode whenever I visit them, which is about once every week, maybe sometimes it's a fortnight. It takes a long time, but eventually I give it another go.

I'm 20 now. I work at a big company where I'm known as Charlotte to everyone. Everyone at uni and all my friends know be as Charlotte. I haven't mentioned it, but I'm living an incredibly happy life away from my parents being my true and real self. I tell by parents this, and how my life is so much happier. But this time I also say that I don't care about what they want; I will, no matter what, be trans and they have to live with that. They begrudgingly accept, while still trying every trick you can think of to convince me to not be trans. For some reason, the extra two years since my first coming out did not get them process this better (because they wanted me to stop rather than when on themselves to change and accept).

They still don't make an effort to stop deadnaming me. My mother doesn't want be wearing certain clothing. I'm fighting back on the latter one every time it happens. I shouldn't need to, I'm an adult and can choose to do whatever I want. As for the deadnaming, I'm gonna talk to them tomorrow, and if not, then soon after.

So to answer your question, they know. And it didn't go well at all, though it could have gone a lot worse. If you're about to come out and you have any, and I been any kind of concern that it week go badly, make sure you have essential documents like your passport and birth certificate, enough money to get by a while, and a friend who's willing to let you stay over if you get kicked out should you still live with your parents.

#trans #coming out #trans girl #mtf #my serious tag #t-slur #t slur #t slur tw #t slur cw #transphobia

[princesscolumbia]

I just experienced my worst dysphoric episode since the pandemic, possibly ever.

I grew up in Colorado with my sister. Both my parents experienced auto accidents and we wound up in the care of a woman who we would nowadays call a TERF. She'd manipulated damn near everyone and made my life absolute CPTSD-inducing hell and I got out at 17, but she burned it into me that being a 'tranny' was the worst thing I could ever be and I was going to be raping children before I knew it if I didn't get it under control. This bitch scarred me so bad I didn't even investigate if she might be wrong for a decade.

I wound up moving in with my dad when I was 17 and this meant going to California to live. Thanks to the greater access to support and information in San Diego (by coincidence, I wound up moving in just down the road from the San Diego LGBT Center), I learned that damn near everything I had been told by my stepmother was wrong. It still took a very long time before I started my transition, though, and by that point I'd moved to Arizona (Phoenix, specifically), and started transitioning right after a painful and traumatic divorce.

I had met another transwoman online and she moved out to join me to get me through the most intensely painful and traumatic period of my life since getting out of my stepmother's place. After we'd settled into our own apartment, my girlfriend started noticing behaviors where I'd take on too much responsibility, was unable to tell her 'no' even when I needed to, I'd go out of my way to keep her happy even at the expense of my own health and well-being, and I'd work myself into exhaustion repeatedly. She had to bodily pick me up when I'd pushed myself in workouts to the point I couldn't get up off the floor. She put her foot down and started getting me help, as well as making sure I didn't self-sabotage and enjoying hobbies that break me out of my routine. (She got me a subscription to a model kit to build, which isn't something that happens every day and forces me to step away from the computer and my chores and work for a bit at least once a month)

I'm nowhere near perfect by this point, but when I returned to Colorado to spend time with family for the first time in a couple decades, I saw all my own self-destructive habits in my sister, who has a wonderful husband who does his best but I can see it's a struggle for both of them.

My whole family is doing their best to accept my transition, but they struggle not to say "he" or "him," and they almost always correct themselves, but it's just a little paper-cut that's been building for days now.

Today we went to my niece's school play (Madagascar adapted to a musical for children, it was adorable) and I was suddenly feeling incredibly self-aware. I felt like every eye was on me and I realized I needed to use the bathroom but now I didn't dare because I wasn't wearing makeup and except for family (who've been having issues with it) I haven't been correctly gendered once since I got here there was a cop circulating among the crowd of kids and their parents and I just knew I was going to be arrested just for existing in public while trans and I was the tallest person there and everyone could see me...

I was able to lose myself in the performance, keep my eyes on the kids and just enjoy it as much as possible, but the dysphoria was grinding away in my awareness, right on the edges, and as soon as the house lights in the theater came up, I headed for the door...where the cast of the play and half their parents were gathered to greet the patrons. I had to walk through a gauntlet of people who would be looking at my face at least once.

I walked and walked and walked in a straight line until I was out of the building and hit a wall and just stopped. My daughter was dutifully following, and I was trying my best to get it under control when my mom came up and asked if she could help and I just...broke. I cried on her shoulder for the first time since my divorce (before I started transitioning) and she had no idea what was wrong.

I was crying all the way back to my sister's place.

After we got back to the house and got some lunch in us, mom and I sat down and I explained about dysphoria in general and that moment in particular. My sister hasn't gotten home yet, but apparently she and mom were talking and (I should have known, I do the exact same thing) she had the thought that I was mad at her.

So I get to have another conversation (hopefully private) when she's finally back.

#dysphoria #trans #transition #trauma #transgender #trans woman #lgbtq+ #lgbt #lgbtq #t-slur #TERFs get souped #Not Safe For TERFs #TERFs get fucked #misgendering #she/her #transphobia #queerphobia #transphobia mention

[daughter-of-sapph0]

cis man with gynecomastia scars: hi

the smartest transphobes in the world: kys tranny

and people wonder why I say that transphobia is a danger to everyone.

#dostxt #slurs #t slur

[nyancrimew]

this post has been fact checked by real terminally online trannies

#t slur

[roman-roy-apologist]

i love gnc people and crossdressers and butches and drag queens/kings and faggots and trannies and punks and queers and freaks and homos and fem transmascs and masc transfems and and lipstick and “too much” makeup and piercings and tattoos and dyed hair

#queer #not gay as in happy but queer as in fuck you #f slur #t slur #queer positivity #theo.txt

[glitter-soda]

It’s honestly pathetic af that most normie straight people are better allies than a lot self proclaimed queer people.

Most straight people who aren’t conservative or terminally online tend to have a “live and let live” attitude and it’s great. They don’t think lesbians are bigots for not wanting to suck dick because they understand what a homosexual is. Like that bullshit doesn’t even cross their minds. They may misspeak or make stupid assumptions sometimes, but that’s infinitely more tolerable than getting talked down to or threatened or sexually harassed by some honey nut queerio who thinks my sexuality isn’t “inclusive” enough.

#radfem safe #terf safe #q slur #homophobia #drop the t

[soup-mother]

Wish ppl could understand that maybe trans women might not want to be around men either. like the problem with "women and afab" style spaces is who they're deciding falls into that category and excluding trans women, not the inhent idea of having somewhere away from (primarily cis) men. we still exist in this stupid gender system and it still empowers men to be shit. we can't just pretend it isn't there and that "trannies have got to be comfortable around men or they're enforcing the gender binary". trans women are allowed to want to be in a space without men, can you maybe think of a few reasons why trans women might not feel safe around men?? or why we might enjoy being explicitly welcomed as women??

#my post #transmisogyny #t slur

[ayeforscotland]

Ever seen a woman with small boobs? Well, they didn’t exist a few years ago according to transphobes.

Their brains have been absolutely devoured by worms. Imagine living like this every day. Go outside for 5 minutes, fuck sake.

#ayeforscotland #t slur cw

[lavendeerlesbian]

#q slur #OP renoved reblogs and claimed to hate radfems so I'm screencapping it #queue #trans homophobia #drop the t

[incorrect-hs-quotes]

TG: YES IM GAY:

TG: faGgot

TG: dykAe (the a is silent)

TG: trannY

TT: If you had switched the order of “dyke” and “tranny”, you would’ve had all the letters you needed without having to add the extra “A”.

GT: Yeah could you not do “faGgot trAnny dYke”?

TG: i may be stupid

#source: @faggot-friday #she can reclaim all of them btw #homestuck #incorrect homestuck quotes #incorrect quotes #mod dave #roxy lalonde #dirk strider #jake english #f slur #t slur #d slur #<- just in case for some of yall

[thehealingsystem]

currently crying as I'm writing this but uh I reeeaallyy wonder when people are gonna decide to leave us lesbians with unconventional gender identities alone. please leave the teenage bigender lesbian alone. they're a young girl in high school who likes other girls whom their mother will never accept and has to hide their relationships, and forever hide their heartache after they fail. please leave the transmasc lesbian alone. people will whisper behind his back about how much of a tranny he is while expressing disgust when he holds hands with a girl. please leave the nonbinary lesbian or just transfem lesbian alone whom is too masc or man-leaning for your taste, whether that be because they're amab or a nonbinary guy, they're trying super hard just to live and can barely pass and is forced to hide or else people will accuse them of invading spaces or being a predator. I know you won't ever see us as deserving of the lesbian label- no matter how much we present like a cis girl or how much we've been discriminated against for our attraction, from my experience- but we're just trying to make it by too. I'm tired of just trying to convince people I'm allowed to exist. not be in spaces, be in communities, exist. please leave me alone. please leave trans lesbians alone.

#lesbian #lesbian visibility week #nonbinary #bigender #multigender #transgender #genderqueer lesbian #trans lesbian #lesboy #lesbophobia #transphobia #tw t slur #vent #queer #you know #you think that if someone is a bigender lesbian and calls themselves a lesboy #who looks like a cis girl irl and every relationship they've had is treated as a queer one #would have an easier time being understood as to why they would call themselves lesbian #but nope #we're just treated the same as a male invader or have internalized transphobia #im not even sure how that works #I wouldn't think anyone would look at me and have an easy time even calling me straight #but bullying and harassment and being told I was a straight person claiming to be lesbian still happened #even irl #you all hate trans people and it shows

[writing-is-a-martial-art]

Conversations to have with yourself at four in the morning

I ask the god living inside of me why they're here, seeing how I never had faith in anything but humanity and of course they say that's all there is to it. Swallowed sunlight stored for the winter. The way when you see the most horrible thing humans have done and think the world would be better without us the voice in the back of your head tells you no, no. You love better than that. And all there is to hope is knowing ten years from now it will be just another morning and you'll eat breakfast and watch the sunrise and smile because it's almost summer, and the you from now will still be writing poems on the walls of your mouth. And I tell the god I hope I look like a tranny, I hope I look like I redefined the shape the world decided I should be in some violently frivolous freedom. I hope some of the words I said too earnestly to strangers land right. I hope a kid ten worlds away reads a poem and puts down the knife, gives life a chance to be more than terrible. Doesn't have to be my poem, or even a good one. I hope we rebuild all the cities and mourn all the loss. I hope we dance every dance to songs in languages half-butchered with faux unity. I hope we make more benches for sitting and sleeping and people watching and I hope we're kinder to pigeons, after all, it's not their fault. We said we wanted them here first.

#suicide mention tw #poetry #original poetry #oleg's writing #t slur tw #posting this here and going the fuck to sleep #spilled ink

[randomcartoonbro]

Heya!! My top surgery consultation is right around the corner and I still need a bit of financial help to pay for the surgery, so I've added some new designs to my RB to help with that :D . If you're a fellow queer punk, I think you'll enjoy these. If not, there's other softer designs up there too that might suit your fancy! Check it out!

#trans #transgender #top surgery #slur reclamation #tw f slur #tw t slur #tw d slur #trans anarchy #punk #punk pins #lesbian #sapphic #wlw #gay #gay man #mlm #achellian #trans masc #trans man #transgender man #ftm #trans woman #trans feminine #transgender woman #mtf #nonbinary #anarchism

[yaoiboypussy]

Guys whatever you do never make a shitpost about trans discourse in reference to an actual interaction you had and making it vague enough where people who don’t know you can’t tell it’s about an actual interaction you had with someone. It will get popular and people who spend to much time online can and will make up weird interpretations about what you said and you as a person.

#.txt #my T-slur post is a joooke referencing an actual interaction I had with someone who told me to do that #it was for my friends and now people are making up shit and assuming things about me #I was venting i a sever after i was harassed at work and i quoted shit someone said to me #someone said ‘erm you cant reclaim the T-slur’ and I went ‘Im just quoting something said to me’ they told me I should tell the ppl calling #me the T-slur that I’m not a trans women. keep in mind I was having a breakdown about being harassed at work when this happened