A Gay Blog

Just a gender fluid transbian making her way through life

[sarahcamerons]

Love, Simon (2018) dir. Greg Berlanti

[pryce-chani]

I wanna be someone’s favorite person to talk to

[knifefightscene]

[moved-to-saltcircuit]

dealing with people who are spacing out

DON’T: -hit them -yell at them -wave in their face in excess

DO: -say their name once or twice -tap them gently and if they don’t respond, -wait patiently for them to snap back into reality

[moved-to-saltcircuit]

this still applies yo

[mangoisgay]

PLEASE I CANT STRESS THIS ENOUGH-

[faceforce]

As someone who dissociates a lot, being fully out of it with no sensory input and the thing that brings you out being someone yelling your name across the room is one of the scariest things to experience

[timeloopfemme]

lesbians love and support our trans sisters 💖💖

[timeloopfemme]

the terfs have found this post and they do not fucken like it god help me

[dead-discourse-account-lmao]

reblog to make a terf big mad

[dis--gay--bled]

reblog to make a trans lesbian feel big loved

[faceforce]

Trans lesbian reblogging what is already my blog's photo to make a terf uncomfortable

[gregxb]

[faceforce]

Unsure of the artist, but found this on Reddit and it's accurate af

[faceforce]

Being a trans person with BPD is a really weird mix

I notice EVERYTHING when I interact with people. Every time someone looks at me weird or doesn't laugh at a joke I made or anything. This is especially true with how people address me. Every "yes, sir," (one of my profs literally said this last week) "for sure man," "let's go, boys," "hey girl," I notice and remember all of it. I try not to, but I do. I know who sees me as just a girl and who sees me as a trans girl.

One day at work close to a year ago, I was warm in the kitchen and went out back to take off the shirt I had under my work shirt. My co-worker turned to me and said "Feels weird and exposed not having a second shirt doesn't it? It feels weird even for me and I'm a dude."

A few weeks ago, I made a joke about a friend being the child of myself and another friend and the 'child' friend said "oh no, mom and dad are fighting over me again."

I was at a bar once and someone came up to me asking what my 'original' name was (I worked with him before coming out and he was drunk and trying to remember where he knew me from, so mostly harmless). The same friend from the first story got in this guy's face saying "her name is Emily. Always has been always will be." He didn't stand down until I recognized the guy and realized what was going on.

All the people who when I came out, messaged me on Facebook asking if I was joking or not.

My father, who when I came out didn't say anything except get mad that I was no longer wearing the grad ring he paid for that has my dead name on it.

This is the tiniest fraction of everything I unintentionally keep track of, knowing who is and isn't supportive. It racks on my brain like you wouldn't believe and I hate it, but I don't know how to stop it.

[sexy-necromancing-bird]

I FOUND A PICTURE OF JOHN MULANEY IN COLLEGE AND??????? I CAN NOT BELIEVE THIS MAN DID COCAINE

[sexy-necromancing-bird]

HE LOOKS LIKE A LITERAL CHILD??????????

[funky-art-cactus]

[ziraseal]

he looks like the quiet love interest in a teen movie who gets the girl at the end because he thought she looked beautiful even when she had glasses on

[queendeedeez-deactivated2024062]

seriously though

[gaypeopletwitter]

[mioxenoblade]

zoinks

[reginaslapdog]

[greedyforlove]

[dynatoxinc]

reblog if you’re not afraid to have a picture of god in your blog

[tielesiti-eftu]

I almost scrolled past this but Shaggy possessed me briefly and that near-death experience was enough to convince me to reblog

[the-uncultured-lesbian]

Time to conquer space

[ke-ray92-deactivated20201217]

Before January ends, I’m going to magically and extremely be blessed by the universe.

[introvertbard]

not gonna risk scrolling past this

[faceforce]

I almost had a panic attack in Walmart today to the point I had to put on sunglasses bc the lights and colours were too much. I had my anti-anxiety meds with me, but couldn't take them because I'd have to cancel work and wouldn't have gotten paid.

Now if that ain't the college life, idk what is