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Marina and the Diamonds
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Just kinda wanna be braless and eat fruit in peace tbh
So did Eve and look where that got her
I don’t know about you, but there are days when I could go for being braless, eating fruit and bringing about the downfall of man.
Reblog if all you want to do is be braless and eat fruit and bring about the downfall of man.
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Tea time part of the reason it’s hard to create LGBT spaces for minors is because there is a common perception that we’re literally child predators. Like if a gay man were to try and make some sort of youth center for young boys the critiques would be relentless. There are probably people who would read that sentence and think those critiques are justified.
Story time: When I was like 14 and a Baby Queer™ just starting to figure out that I proooobably wasn’t straight, dealing with a couple of really scary mental health issues, I also met Jen. Jen was in just one of my classes, a senior, and honestly?? when we became friends she saved my life repeatedly. I literally do not think I could have survived my freshman year without her. She was this large, scary looking, openly out butch lesbian who took me under her wing, kept me safe and helped me learn how to love myself. She would literally sit there with me during episodes, stroke my hair offer to get me water, and when it was over she never condemned me for this. She gave me the confidence boost I needed to ask out my first girlfriend. Jen defended me against my bullies without hesitation. She told me that it didn’t matter if my parents didn’t accept who I was and she helped me overcome my fear of my abuser. I used to unironically call her mom.
… and yet I was legitimately terrified to talk about her after she graduated bc people assumed she was a Predatory Lesbian, Grooming a Poor Confused Child™ while we where still in school at the same time and people made me feel ashamed of the time I’d spent with Jen. Even though 1. she only ever helped me 2. she was the best thing that happened to me that year, and possibly high school in general.
(straight) people need to fucking stop seeing older gays mentoring and looking out for younger gays as inherently predatory.
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I feel that substituting sleep with caffeine is a lot like drinking unicorn blood to stay immortal. You will have but a half life, a cursed life, from the moment it touches your lips
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"Your wife says, “Actually, I’m bisexual,” and you hear, “I’m only half in love with my wife and hoping to keep my options open while I look for a heterosexual exit.” But all that she’s saying is that she’s bisexual. That’s it. You’re adding a lot of assumptions, fears, and insecurities to the mix. She’s in a relationship with a lesbian, but that doesn’t mean she’s in a lesbian relationship."
— Dear Prudence, AKA Mallory Ortberg, offered some wonderfully bi-affirming advice in a column this week when responding to a lesbian married to a bisexual woman. It’s a nice change from the last Prudie’s stance on coming out about bi identity. (via Slate)
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