I asked him if we were dating and he said "well, I've already bragged to all my friends about you so there's no going back now"
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I asked him if we were dating and he said "well, I've already bragged to all my friends about you so there's no going back now"
Knowing that trans women of color started the movement in the united states and were literally immediately erased and excluded from what they started is the most deeply jading knowledge.
It is the original sin of the so-called queer community and it damns it from the cradle.
no white gay boy will ever reblog this, watch:
no white gay will reblog this
no white lgb person will reblog this
Without Stonewall, without the efforts of Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera, the LGBTQ Community wouldn’t be where it is today. Don’t forget the roots, don’t forget the catalyst.
and then TERFs wanna be like, “hmm well the LGBT community existed before Stonewall!”
but like…Becky, of course LGBTQ+ people existed before Stonewall. We’ve all existed since the beginning of time. But the movement got a shock to its senses, a jump-start, a rocket-into-space when that glass shattered via Marsha P. Johnson, and when Sylvia Rivera was up on-stage protesting guess who was on the sidelines heckling her?
The same fuckers who won’t ever reblog or acknowledge this
My apologies to the original poster as I photo captured this post to add to the thread-I reposted this last year for pride and expect to repost it every year I have left-it’s our history people.
Marsha P. Johnson allegedly died of suicide in 1992, and her death was never investigated. Even I, a mere prole, could catch the “she was murdered” vibes from the circumstances surrounding the discovery of her body.
Without a trans black woman, LGBT+ rights would not exist. Never forget. Never “pay it no mind”.
R E M E M B E R
And whatever you do, don’t watch that awful movie Stonewall. Go watch a documentary on Marsha P. Johnson instead.
there’s a wonderful documentary on netflix called the death and life of marsha p. johnson! very powerful watch.
every white person ever should reblog this
Official graveyard post. +Bonus
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why do we never hear about this?
The POC members of our community are the foundation!!!!!!!!
Always up for helping spread some important history
Same, especially when it’s about one of my favorite historical figures
Everyone should reblog this! Remember the women who started this!
I care I care I care I care about you I care about you I care about every marginalized person who is facing the awful people in this world I care about you I care about your bad day or your story I care about your struggles I care about the fucked up thing someone said to you and the fucked up things our government is doing I care about the bugs and the earth and the ocean and about that show that no one else has seen but you want to show me I care about homeless and disabled people I care about lgbtq people I care about it all I care I care I care so I have to keep living because as long as I stay alive I know someone cares and if someone cares change can come and things will be okay
I have literally never felt so giddy over someone in my life. Like he planned everything because he actually wanted to see me. And we held pinkies on the movie theater armrest. And then we walked on the river while the sun set and talked about politics. Eeeeeeeeee I don’t think I’m going to sleep tonight and it’s not even because we watched obsession
I love the duality of this fandom because people either wholeheartedly believe that Ryland Grace is aroace, or they think he's doing it with Markiplier
It's summer and I'm 18. I eat strawberry yogurt, swim laps at the pool, read to remember and write to forget. In the fall, I'll leave for college, move somewhere cold where the storm inside me makes sense. For now, I keep busy and try to ignore the darkness that never leaves. There's an ache to it; not even the lasts, per se, but the living. I hug my mother just because. I want her to hold me so I feel like a child rather than a void. Is this all that I will ever be? I wonder if she knew on the day I was born that from her own body, she had created a black hole.
Having a thing with a socialist organizer is so much fun because he’s amazing and it also pisses off my conservative brother
If adulting means trying to update my resume and write a cover letter on my phone while camping, then I think I would like to not adult please and thank you
date idea: i lay down on ur lap and you pet my head and tell me im not too much
I asked the universe to help me get over a crush on my best friend and ended up with a sexuality crisis and a situationship with a political organizer I met at an anti-ICE protest
Today’s gender: hearts and bones
In a month, we'll be listening to Sufjan Stevens on Highway 101, walking by the sea, and sleeping in the back of my Subaru. In a month, I'll feel so happy it scares me. Then, I'll hug you goodbye, drive across the pass by myself and pretend I love you less than I do.
I love them. I smile when they text me, laugh myself silly when we talk on the phone, send them photos of light seeping through tree branches because to me, they are the sun. I knit them a hat, plan a trip to see them, hold the door and treat them to coffee like the partner I want to be. I listen to them talk about their crushes and give them advice on how to ask out someone who isn't me. I love them. I already know how this story ends.
I was on the phone with my best friend last night and we started talking about the day we met. The craziest part is, I think I already loved them. I loved them when we barely knew each other, and I love them still, despite the long days, the brief moments, the miles and mountains stretching between us. My heart knew. Even then. Even now.
I convinced my best friend to watch brokeback mountain and now they're writing alma x lureen yuri on an airplane