Aight I’m Be Decided: The Angel Is In A City

*clap clap clap clap*

no one told you life was gonna be this

gay,,

when all the game sites are blocked at school

michael scott radiates no homo

holy crap. i just realized just how truly awful some people are. it’s worse to say ‘i accept you’ but be a douche about it than to openly not accept them (not to extremes, obviously)

Acceptance

My mom “accepts me”, but she “knows I only chose to be bisexual so I didn’t have to break up with my girlfriend when she started transition.”

My dad “accepts me” but often reminds me that “monogamy is important no matter who you’re attracted to” because bi girls are more likely to cheat.

My girlfriend’s mom “accepts her” but won’t use her chosen name and only uses the right pronouns half the time.

My pan friend’s mom “accepts her” but still calls her girlfriend her “best friend” because she “knows my friend will find the right boy someday”

A gay guy I met in class has parents that “accept him” but when he said he was being bullied for his sexuality said that “he should just be less public about it.”

None of us have been kicked out. We still talk to our parents. They give us food and clothes and help pay college tuition. They haven’t threatened to kill us. They haven’t actually killed us.

They “accept us”

But no they don’t.

Not kicking your kid out/not murdering them cannot be the standard of acceptance. It’s not accepting. It’s almost nothing.

If you want to be a wonderful accepting parent to a LGBTQ+ kid, you have to listen to what they say and trust them. You have to do your research and understand that this is who they are and it’s not up to them. You have to do anything you can to make their lives easier because the rest of the world is already going to make them go through hell.

And if you’re not ready to trust your kid and love them no matter what, don’t call yourself progressive or accepting.

You’re just a dick.

My first art post! Their name is Jay Clubs. They’re part of a story I’m working on that’s got a card theme to it. They’re non-binary, bi, and the Jack of Spades (I’ll explain that in the next post)

Holy crap. Please explain how you managed to find the exact right words for this. Because I am amazed

The Closet

i’ve never posted my writing anywhere before but this was so personal to me and i haven’t stopped reading it since i wrote it, so now i guess i hand it off to you. i wrote this at a very low point in my life and, while i am certainly doing better now, i still feel the emotions expressed in this piece quite often. being closeted is hard– it hurts. it really hurts. so, here goes! my writing, now yours as well.

March 3, 2019, 1:07am

Prompt: You knock louder and louder on the door, but nobody answers.

Banging. Thudding. Pounding. Kicking. I’m slamming at the door. I’m trapped, I’m claustrophobic, I’m scared; but worst of all– I’m alone. I have been in here for too long and I’m ready to leave. I miss my friends, I miss my family… I miss the truth. I miss the days when I didn’t see the walls, when it was harder to notice the harsh divide. But almost just as scary- if not scarier- as this deafening isolation is the potential of what’s on the other side of the door. What if it’s worse? I can’t know. “If only the door would just open!” I keep saying to myself. But in my heart of hearts I know it’s for naught. Because this is a door I can only open myself. And I imagine what the world on the other side is like. I fantasize about flying through the door in a burst of color and light, finally happy, finally smiling. A real smile. Not the smile blocked by the walls. A smile that says “I’m free! I’m here! I’m out!” But for now I remain incarcerated. It’s hard to justify, though. Feeling imprisoned when you are your own jailor.

Meet my latest D&D character! Skaria Bladelove, half-orc monk!

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYBODY! 🏳️‍🌈❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🏳️‍🌈

Reddit is doing a good job with its ads. I made a post on r/asktransgender and it started giving me ads about trans health and I think one about transitioning