Latest Posts by deluded-wanderer - Page 2

i love in fantasy when its like “king galamir the mighty golden eagle and his most trusted advisor who would never betray him, gruelworm bloodeye the treacherous”

Gimme more Indian LGBTQ+

Gimme my trans guys lounging in their binders and lungis with chai and biscuits

Gimme my NB peeps wearing jhumkas and bangles with their jeans and printed tees

Gimme my software engineer coming home to her wife

Gimme my girl hiding her wife’s name in the mehendi on one hand and her husband’s on the other

Gimme my aroace dude who doesn’t wanna get married rejecting all his rishte

Gimme husbands who create startups together

Gimme larger than life parades for our larger than life personalities

Gimme two dolis or two baraats

Gimme more Indian LGBTQ+

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Abled gays celebrating marriage equality: well we sure do have nowhere to go from here when it comes to marriage rights. Gay rights!

Me, a disabled lesbian trying to get on ssi thinking about how I will not be able to marry my girlfriend if I do because I can't have more than $2000 to my name at a time and they count a spouse's income towards that: wow .. gay rights ...

NEWS FLASH: BLACK LIVES STILL MATTER

Ducks!

May 2020 Illustrations ヽ(• ‿ •)ノ

“Nobody can change who you are, except for you.”

— Jean Kwok, Girl in Translation

please do not force an lgbt label onto anne frank. she died before she had the chance to explore her sexuality and if you need to think of her as lgbt to have empathy for her you need to reconsider how you think of holocaust victims. please do not vilify her father, a man who lost his entire family in the holocaust, for censoring the parts in anne’s diary where she expresses attraction for women. it was 1947. jewish girls were already seen as hypersexual. he was protecting her legacy as best he could, and you have no right to call him a villain for wanting what was period-typical best for his late daughter.

Ouch

Tuh tuh…open sesame

Shyness has a strange element of narcissism, a belief that how we look, how we perform, is truly important to other people.

Andre Dubus

hey give birds antlers

I’ll represent you in court :)

Reblog art guys. Seriously.

Ceausescu’s children (Wendell Steavenson, The Guardian, Dec 10 2014)

“When he came to power in 1966, Ceaușescu had grand plans for Romania.

The country had industrialised late, after the second world war, and its birthrate was low.

Ceaușescu borrowed the 1930s Stalinist dogma that population growth would fuel economic growth and fused this idea with the conservatism of his rural childhood.

In the first year of his rule, his government issued Decree 770, which outlawed abortion for women under 40 with fewer than four children.

“The foetus is the property of the entire society,” Ceaușescu announced.

“Anyone who avoids having children is a deserter who abandons the laws of national continuity.”

The birth rate soon doubled, but then the rate of increase slowed as Romanian women resorted to homemade illegal abortions, often with catastrophic results.

In 1977 all childless persons, regardless of sex or martial status, were made to pay an additional monthly tax.

In the 1980s condoms and the pill, although prohibitively expensive, began to become available in Romania – so they were banned altogether.

Motherhood became a state duty. The system was ruthlessly enforced by the secret police, the securitate.

Doctors who performed abortions were imprisoned, women were examined every three months in their workplaces for signs of pregnancy.

If they were found to be pregnant and didn’t subsequently give birth, they could face prosecution. Fertility had become an instrument of state control.

This policy, coupled with Romania’s poverty, meant that more and more unwanted children were abandoned to state care.

No one knows how many. Estimates for the number of children in orphanages in 1989 start at 100,000 and go up from there.”

i don’t think people understand that people can ‘love’ you and not actually love you

like my grandmother ‘loved’ me, but she also was always trying to change me.  she tried to take me away from my (catholic bisexual) mother.  she made me wear dresses when i was there.  she always tried to get me to go to church and was always asking me if i was dating a boy yet

i spent years feeling guilty that i wasn’t what she wanted me to be until my mom told me one day “she never bothered to know the real you”

and it’s true.  any time i tried to show her something about myself, even cook for her, it would be dismissed, and a replacement would be offered.  even northern food was somehow a sin.  

she loved me what she thought i should be, she never loved me.  

bc people who love you, they love you for all the stuff that makes you you.  they never consider that it makes you inconvenient.

when it comes to consciousness raising you can spend time telling someone “crazy” is a slur or you can spend time explaining that what looks like “care” or “cure” or “mercy” to them is actually eugenics or abuse. one of these projects has to precede the other and i bet you can guess which one i would prioritize

this feels relevant

i hate hate HATE the impossible beauty standards in the trans community i hate people especially cis people (but even other trans people are guilty of this) sharing pictures of the same conventionally attractive trans models as "proof" that we can look "normal" (read: not only cis-passing but also extremely conventionally attractive) why the fuck do you need trans people to be supermodels and nothing less for you to respect us. why.

cis ppl can rb just dont add any stupid shit

You have two coworkers named John, one short and one tall. As you normally would in this situation, you call them Big John and Little John. One day the tall John tells you that he doesn’t like being called Big John. You’re a decent person and stop doing it. It turns out when his depression was at its worst, he gained a lot of weight, and even though he’s lost weight and is secure in his body image, being called Big John reminds him of that time. He’s much more comfortable being called Tall John, Old John, his last name, or just John

You call everyone dude. You were raised in an area where dude is an all-purpose term. One day your coworker Mary tells you that she doesn’t like being called dude. You’re a decent person and stop doing it. It turns out she’s trans, and even though she’s transitioned and is satisfied and secure in her body, being called dude makes her dysphoric. She’s much more comfortable being called girl, pal, or just Mary.

If situation one is so obvious, why isn’t two? Just be a decent person, don’t call people what they don’t want to be called, and don’t make them give you their reasons. It’s that simple