#queer affirmation

[eldriitchbones]

Wore my old cosplay elf ears a few weeks ago to pride and they were so gender affirming. I had never really considered the more fantastical things that I enjoy drawing on myself as something I could be wearing and putting out there in the world! Had a wonderful conversation with some people about them too! Plus kids love to see whimsical adults. At least I did! New goal to be the whimsy I want in the world!

[soymilkcookie]

Got so used to using my preferred name I started writing it by muscle memory. I’m so happy because I even wrote it on my nasal spray that I’m going to be storing with the rest of my family and not once did I think twice to hide it.

I only noticed and changed it after I finished writing because I went “oh oops, haha, probably shouldn’t leave it like that.”

[thegirlmirage]

Be Queer be queer loudly be loud be queerly loud rejoice be sneering be dry be magnificent be embarrassingly wholesome be sappy be sweet be loving and loverful be dangerous change the atmosphere around you take charge of disorder take joy in pranking be reckless and impulsive and hedonistic and supportive and rest and take rest and indulge in relaxation indulgently spoil yourselves and be shameless and feel no shame and be emboldened by your shamelessness and love and love and love and love and love

[tombombadildos]

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Queer people are some of the most at-risk individuals in the world when it comes to healthcare and paying our bills. Please, please donate to help Rikki pay for this surgery. They deserve it.

[queeringthemaphighlights]

holding back tears as someone important to me unknowingly says that my existence is wrong and unnatural, and going home to cry bitter tears as I insist to myself that i'm more normal than my father can ever be, simply because i have compassion & understanding

-Charleston, West Virginia

[fatfemmefreaquency]

my family was fairly conservative growing up (I was raised in mainline protestant churches that were on the evangelical side. I like to say that my parents were closet fundamentalists: if you asked them if they were fundies, they’d have said no. but they were, and to some degree still are vaguely fundamentalist. high on grace but also high on judgement)

and over the past decade, ever since I first came out at 15, my mom and my dad (well mostly my mom) and I have fought a ton about my sexuality. and for the last 5 years, ever since I realized I was trans, we’ve fought a fair bit about transness and gender identity too.

my parents definitely aren’t as conservative now as they were ten years ago. not by a long shot. they’re still pretty conservative in their doctrine of faith (although more queer affirming than I’d ever believed possible).

honestly? I wouldn’t have stayed in relationship with them if they hadn’t been willing to change as much as they have.

but I’d basically decided I was never going to get them to honour my social transition, name change and pronouns.

and then a week ago or so, since my siblings have been back home for christmas (we live in BC, relax, the pandemic isn’t as severe here as it is just about anywhere else in Canada or even in much of Europe), both of my younger siblings have had short conversations about my name and pronouns with me.

and they’ve really committed to switching over.

and they’re not perfect— no one is. it takes time. but every time they correct themselves I feel so, so loved and so, so seen.

it’s unbelievable. my brother said “bye [birth name] oh whoops, bye Leny, I love you” when I walked out the door five minutes ago and now I’m just sitting in my car and crying happy tears.

like, yes! that’s me!

anyways I think this is what gender euphoria feels like and it’s unfathomably glorious.

I wish I could go back in time and tell 15 year old me that the fighting wouldn’t last forever and that a decade later we’d be accepted and cared for this much.

my mom is even trying too. every time she calls me Leny my soul sings.