Esther-Louise is my name (sort of). 16, *semi* closeted lesbian, english, christian. "trust no man, fear no bitch" question everything
if you want to know more just ask, i don't bite.
a world where gaydar is not an excuse to be ignorant and stereotype but is instead a laser gun developed by years of gay labor that fires powerful radiation waves at the cishet opponent setting them on fire. flaming homosexuals? more like flaming heterosexuals. the cishets are on fire. this is anarchy.
*Alicia Keys voice* THAT CISHET IS ON FIIIIIIIIRE!
![[text reads: telling me they understand oppression because they have red hair <3]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/089d34662eed27f0af5b43b033e2240c/tumblr_mmn5qieNNJ1s19wfco1_500.png)
[text reads: telling me they understand oppression because they have red hair <3]
“Books are the perfect entertainment: no commercials, no batteries, hours of enjoyment for each dollar spent. What I wonder is why everybody doesn’t carry a book around for those inevitable dead spots in life.”
-Stephen King
I just can’t not reblog this
wHAT
thequirkylesbian:
it’s all about perspective
This is an old family picture.
My family does not support my being in the LGBTQIA community. They actually are opposed to it. They tell me every day that its disgusting and that it’s sinful and I’ll go to hell for liking women.
I moved out when I was seventeen, and in January I moved back in with them because I couldn’t handle everything that was going on. Every day one of my five siblings tells me to go back to Minnesota. My little brother Charlie (the black baby in the picture) is now 8 and he constantly physically attacks me and tells me that I’m not his sister and to leave. My other siblings make it very obvious and clear that they don’t want me here and my parents tell me constantly that they’re gonna kick me out soon.
I’ve been saving every penny for a bus ticket to Oregon to stay with my best friend and today I found this picture in my sisters’ room ON DISPLAY. Not hidden. On display. They cut my face out of the picture.And that… That was just the last straw.
I don’t care if anyone reblogs this or whatever, I don’t wanna get popular, I just want people to know that this is not what a family looks like. This is not something people should have to go through.This is no life.
alternate title: young children gawk at flaming homosexuals
Picture from City of Minneapolis’ Facebook Page
The I-35W bridge was lit like last night in recognition of marriage equality in Minnesota, according to city’s facebook page.
every now and then i remember things that i did as a child and i’m like “why didn’t i know i was gay sooner” because my god i was like a raging homo at age 9
it’s not marriage equality until straights can’t marry for a thousand years
Have you ever looked in the mirror and thought, “Wow I am really gay”
Read this Village Voice cover story this morning and got my life + became a fan. Specifically here:
“Quattlebaum says he hates … the field of queer studies along with it. ‘I have a lot of problems with the academic queer community because it’s a community that exists completely removed from reality,’ he says. ‘Those kids who are selling their bodies on the West Side Highway, on Christopher Street, they don’t even know what the fuck queer theory is.’”
Hence our need to be rooted in grassroots, in the streets, in solidarity with those who are “marginalized.” I’m done with folks and organizations speaking our names and bodies in theory, in death, in stats. Yet ignoring the same folks they discuss in theory without ever knowing us, without ever trying to engage, without ever “outreaching,” without ever lending the stage and resources to us.
As a trans woman of color - no matter what space I enter - I have one stilletoed foot on the street. Always.
Aw How I met your mother is so cute :3
