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Pride was a riot | kamimoona
And it still is
My transmasc ass in a dress. Put more transmascs in dresses please (I’m very straight I swear)
we’re watching PHM in my science class because it’s the last week of school and my teacher is out because of a death in his family. So sad. But good to see the movie again.
UPDATE: MY TEACHER IS BACK!!!!! He brought in a chicken and a rooster today and we talked about whether the chicken or the egg came first, and actually had a real class debate about it using LOGIC!!
he kind of reminds me of Grace.
anyway. We did not finish the movie but watched for the second half of class. We are at the point where he has found out why he’s in space and Rocky just woke up. Yippee!!
we’re watching PHM in my science class because it’s the last week of school and my teacher is out because of a death in his family. So sad. But good to see the movie again.
"Can't pour from an empty cup", but it's about your parents trying to teach you to respect them when they've never respected a single thing in their entire lives.
I feel cute
I convinced the some of best things that happen in a month happen on the 23rd of that month. Let’s start with 23 September of last year.
23 September 2025: saw The Lumineers live in concert
Not the 23rd but 22 November 2025: holiday parade in my town, sat with my (now) boyfriend
23 December 2025: went around Detroit suburbs with family and had a great time
23 January 2026: figured out my sexuality
23 February 2026: played a song I’d been learning on ukulele for about a week all the way through for the first time
23 March 2026: left for school trip to Washington DC
23 April 2026: saw The Happy Fits live in concert
23 May 2026: my local GSA’s annual queer prom!!
You were born with blonde hair.
You hate it.
It looks terrible on you and you've always thought that. When you were really young, you thought that's just what everyone thought about their hair colour. When you were a teenager, people chalked it up to hormones and wanting to be unique and follow the trends of dying your hair. It wasn't.
You've seen people with brown hair. It looks so good. You start imagining yourself with beautiful brunette hair. What if you could be that? And then you hear someone talk about you, call you 'that blonde over there' or someone telling you, 'your blonde hair looks so good!' and you're reminded all over again.
Your parents talk about something. Something you've never heard of before. "All those young kids, dying hair everywhere," they say. You ask them what it means. "Oh, that's when someone with one hair colour thinks they're better off with another hair colour." Your heart lights up. There's more people like you. You're not insane. And then- "Fucking insane. They just want to feel special. All this ridiculousness over trends." It hits you in the heart. You say nothing, just mumble an 'okay' and turn your attention back to your food.
That night, you're scrolling on your phone, and one video pops out. It's talking about dyed hair. You see people not just with natural-coloured dyed hair, but blues and greens and so many other colours. It looks beautiful. You remember your blonde hair. Could it finally be brown? These people are like you. They might be able to help.
You do research. You reach out to people online. And finally, you have your hands on a box dye from a store. it's not the highest quality, but you have it. At midnight the next weekend, you do it. You dye it brown. It's messy and tricky, but your heart is swelling with joy the entire time.
You expect people at school to be happy. Your hair is beautiful. You're beautiful. You finally feel comfort in your hair, confident in the way you look. Instead, you get side-eyes. People whisper and glare. One of your friends pulls you aside. "What happened to your hair?" You tell her you dyed it. Asks her if it looks nice. She grimaces. "Yeah... it looks fine.... but your blonde hair was your natural hair colour and it looked fine as well." You tell her the truth. How you've always hated it on you. Found brown to be so, so much prettier. Looked so much more amazing on you, and felt it too. "Yeah... but blonde is still your natural hair colour, right? No amount of dye is going to change that." Your confidence starts to sink. Will everyone think this?
Turns out, they will. You hear people still refer to you as "that blonde there". New people express confusion. "But her hair's brown? It's very clearly brown." "Well, yeah, but she dyed it. Her natural hair colour is blonde." "Oh... okay."
Your parents don't like it. "Your blonde hair was so beautiful," your mother sobs through her tears. "Why did you have to ruin it? My beautiful blonde child is gone! Gone forever! Why did you do it?" And you tell her that her child is not gone, her child is right here, just with different hair. She doesn't listen to a single word. Your father is mad. He yells at you to get out of his house, that you're a fucking disgrace, that you're mentally ill and brainwashed by trends and so many other hurtful things. You can only leave.
You try to go to another friend's place. She answers the door with a scowl. "Why are you here?" she seethes. She's angry. Why? You tell her about your situation. "Serves you right," she spits. "You're incredibly offensive to everyone with blonde hair." You ask her why, puzzled. "You clearly hate blonde hair. Why else would you dye it? Do you find blonde people disgusting?" No, no, that's not it. Blonde people are fine, you try saying. It just didn't suit me. I wish it did, but it didn't, so I changed it. "Stop twisting everything," she says. "I don't want to see your face." The door closes and you're left there on the steps.
You don't know what else to do. Were you truly lying? No, blonde hair has never suited you. Brown looks better. Brown makes you feel secure. You feel it's what makes you feel like yourself. But why can no one grasp that?
You search up more on your phone, and you find a community for similar people. People thrown out, disowned, abused for dying their hair or expressing wants to. When you get there, you find that they accept you with the warmest smiles and the coziest hugs. You find people that bleached their brown hair to blonde and dyed their blonde hair to brown, just like you, and they look so amazing. You find people with all sorts of coloured hair too, red, blue, yellow, purple, multicoloured and hair that gets redyed differently depending on the day. They all have similar stories. You've finally found a place you belong.
Outside, people are still outraged. They scream at the community that they're brainwashing their kids, that they're grooming every kid to dye their hair until there's no natural hair kids left. You don't feel hurt anymore. You know now they make no sense. They push out their own children, and this is the result. They don't want people with dyed hair banding up together.
Brown hair has always suited you. You're rather tired of people trying to pretend it doesn't.
This is not about dyed hair.
okay, who let this fucker out
this is my base outfit for my rodeo clown costume for my local GSA’s queer prom. I need to customize the shirt and obviously do makeup but I love how it’s coming along so far
hey guys I leveled up
Yes I made a cardboard hat this is it closer up:
I am so freaking excited
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YAYYYYY im alive to see another day #win
okay, who let this fucker out
this is my base outfit for my rodeo clown costume for my local GSA’s queer prom. I need to customize the shirt and obviously do makeup but I love how it’s coming along so far
hey guys I leveled up
Yes I made a cardboard hat this is it closer up:
I am so freaking excited
made it lore accurate
I put the fudge in jail does that help
yeah so actually I love people.
I love humans.
I love community.
I love joy and art and sadness and expression.
I love how people lift each other up.
I love how people are creative.
I love being alive and I love being a person and I love my fellow people.
I love you.
I love carrots so much and I don’t care that they’re in a bag and not technically fresh, I don’t care I love them so much and I am so happy to have them
gong to a dance with my boyfriend tonight. I hope to kiss him
There are no fresh vegetables in my house and I am supremely mad about it. I just want some carrots! Some cucumber! Some bell pepper! Something!
i am quite alive and that is a beautiful thing