[powerfrogarchive-deactivated201]

name him. name your son

[e-seal-deactivated20210319]

BongWater

[weathertofly]

Turpin

[the2headedcalf-archive]

You know that Ada Limón poem where she’s like “i can’t help it i love the way men love”? my dad recently confessed to me that he became a shoemaker because they buried my grandma shoeless

oh.......................................

[urlocalchangeling]

Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds - Ada Limón

[amazoogle]

[avvocarlo]

[meltedmountains]

[stupidpetface]

[polkadotmotmot]

Deborah Poynton - Ruin, 2020

[cavehags]

Thus is the defining characteristic of gay millennials: we straddle the pre-Glee and post-Glee worlds. We went to high school when faggot wasn't even considered an F-word, when being a lesbian meant boys just didn't want you, when being nonbinary wasn't even a remote option. We grew up without queer characters in our cartoons or Nickelodeon or Disney or TGIF sitcoms. We were raised in homophobia, came of age as the world changed around us, and are raising children in an age where it's never been easier to be same-sex parents. We're both lucky and jealous. As the state of gay evolved culturally and politically, we were old enough to see it and process it and not take it for granted--old enough to know what the world was like without it. Despite the success of Drag Race, the existence of lesbian Christmas rom-coms, and openly transgender Oscar nominees, we haven't moved on from the trauma of growing up in a culture that hates us. We don't move on from trauma, really. We can't really leave it in the past. It becomes a part of us, and we move forward with it.

For LGBTQ+ milennials, our pride is couched in painful memories of a culture repulsed and frightened by queerness. That makes us skittish. It makes us loud. It makes us fear that all this progress, all this tolerance [...] can vanish as quickly as it all appeared.

The 2000s Made Me Gay, Grace Perry

[jhscdood]

[runawaymarbles]

Coming from a reference group where everyone’s first queer movie was either Rocky Horror or Brokeback Mountain, it’s fascinating to talk (in person!) to gay teenagers who grew up with Korra and Stephen Universe and She-Ra. 

[fxkeg0th]

if we dated would you swap blood vial necklaces with me?

[abstract-woman]

do you remember when terfs thought estradiol came from horse piss and were like "millions of horses in central asia live in horrible factory farms to produce your vile titty pills" it was so fucking funny

[gorgoroth-deactivated20220130]

every day i am subjected to words

[fucko]

[catgirldick]

[cop-disliker69]

[the2headedcalf-archive]

You know that Ada Limón poem where she’s like “i can’t help it i love the way men love”? my dad recently confessed to me that he became a shoemaker because they buried my grandma shoeless

oh…………………………………

[urlocalchangeling]

Accident Report in the Tall, Tall Weeds - Ada Limón

[kaijuno]

[gay-irl]

gay_irl

[kyraneko]

Also: the offer of “We’ll accept the least objectionable of you as family-friendly in exchange for helping us reduce the rest of your community to marginalized, maligned perverts again” is 1) an exhortation to betray most of the people who got you social acceptance and legal rights, and 2) a trap, because guess what’s gonna happen if we’re gone and they don’t need you any more.

[minotauri]

“humanity is inherently selfish and bad” bbbrrrghuhjfkg. humanity is seeing a stranger’s grocery bag break open on the sidewalk and harvesting fruits and veggies from the branch-like cracks of the asphalt for them, just because you can. humanity is helping a lost child find their mother on a crowded beach, looking for the ladybug-patterned parasol with their hummingbird-small hand in yours. it’s an elder’s fingers wrapped around your arm as you help them up the stairs because the elevator is broken, and feeling like you’re doing exactly what you’re supposed to be doing, like this is what you would’ve been doing had you been alive centuries or even millennia ago. there will always be a heavily pregnant woman who will smile at your when you give up your seat, a nice blind man in the fruit aisle who will ask you to please pick the riper plantain for him, a tired cashier whose face will light up when you compliment their tattoo sleeve. humanity is connection