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*stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp*

IM HERE TO GET SEXUAL

im high as fuck and i opened my phone and this was the first thing i saw which scared almost the literal shit out of me i screamed

fagcreaturer

you know what i want all of us to normalize? trans people changing their name more than once.

you changed your name again because the other one didn’t work for you? that’s cool.

you changed your name again because you found another better one? that’s cool.

you changed your name back because it just felt better? that’s cool!

also normalize not changing your name at all, or having several different names, and just normalize all kinds of relationships with names, because it really does get complicated for some. and that’s cool.

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butchflirt

You see this as soon as you die in real life

homojabi

Reminder: trans Muslims and gay Muslims exist and we’re not going anywhere.

homojabi

The amount of support that this post has gotten is, quite honestly, incredible. LGBT Muslims are constantly forgotten and ignored because people from both the LGBT community and the Muslim community view our existence as a contradiction or an impossibility. It’s time that people acknowledge us and our experiences with islamophobia and homophobia/transphobia because like I said: we’re not going anywhere.

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trickthekick

“I’m just going to watch Shrek in my head.”

As a little kid, I was SOOOOOO damn obsessed with Shrek.

I mean the kind of obsessed where I’d watch it over and over again days in a row. It was all I ever wanted to watch.

It got to the point where I had memorised it word-for-word, and beat-for-beat. This meant that, somehow, I could watch it in my head—timed perfectly. No fast forwarding, no skipping.

Now this was fine for car trips and such, because my dad would be like “Hey do you want some colouring-in to do?” And id be like “Nah, I’m going to watch Shrek in my head.”

Ocassionally my dad would ask where I was up to in the movie—just to check on me.

Youre probably thinking Huh that’s weird but cool I guess?

Wrong. Sort of.

It got so bad that I’d watch it in my head at night before I went to sleep. My dad would literally check on me at night, notice I was blankly staring up at the ceiling, and have to yell “Stop watching Shrek and go to sleep!”

I cant remember how this faded from being one of my abilities, but it sure was cool while it lasted.

But for a while, Shrek really WAS my life.