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where is pride months ? oh it just got back to its roots !

Stonewall... yeah, the first pride was a riot ! Seems the orange orang outang forgot that.

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Prev is in fact the painter Bob Ross !

New REBLOG Game

Just fucking lie about the previous poster

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History of pride month

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How is this even possible ?

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OK... so only 2% of people regret transitionning and amongst these 2%, lots of them say they regret because of peer pressure...

Let that sink in !

Never understood the "what if you aren't trans, what if it's a phase" and "what if you regret transitioning" lines trans people get fed. Life is endless phases, we are always changing, we are not static images of ourselves at one fixed point in time. And hrt is reversible. Surgery takes like two letters of recommendations. If we regret, then we stop taking it. If we regret after all the work it takes to get surgery, then you're an idiot.

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Do they look gay ? if so they're perfect !

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Some misconceptions about gender reaffirming surgery

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Puberty blockers are not some magical sauce

It saves lives and science proves it.

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keep it in your pants dudes !

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he definitely is

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Thank you @teffiebell and everyone who got me to 5 reblogs!

My everyday hurdles

This is My Life — Frame by Frame This comic is just me, trying to make sense of the everyday mess of being trans in a world that constantly makes it harder than it needs to be.

As a trans person, get ready for the invasive questions like “Do you still have your balls?”, “Are you post-op?” Stuff people feel weirdly entitled to know, as if being trans makes your body public property. (It doesn’t.) What is or is not in my pants is none of your business.

You should also get ready to never find shoes or clothes you like in your size. Something playful, bold, maybe red or neon green. But the only ones in your size will be dull, black, grey—like the world’s trying to make sure you know that joy isn't for people like you.

The, get ready to defend your existence. Some politician will blame “the LGBT agenda” for inflation, crime, the weather, whatever. It would be laughable if people didn't fall for this. Sadly, they do. Get ready to be called names.

Yeah, it’s tough. Yeah, it wears on you. But living as someone I’m not? That’s a thousand times heavier. This comic isn’t about being inspirational. It’s about being honest. If it resonates with you—welcome. You’re not alone.

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So, here I am

stay strong !

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Michel Sardou - Le privilège

Back in 1990 when this song was released, homosexuality was rarely spoken about openly. Heck, it was a big taboo. This song was the first time I heard someone describe it with honesty and emotion. One of my favourite songs. Here is a translation in English.

The Privilege by Michel Sardou

First, I’ll say to her, “Mom, I don’t want to sleep at boarding school anymore.” And then I’ll gently slide into The wreckage left by passion.

Is it an ordinary illness— A boy who loves another boy? Is it an ordinary illness— A boy who loves another boy?

I’ll try to choose my words, But how do you paint a feeling? What I know isn’t new— I’ve known myself for a long time.

Never once drawn To girls’ eyes or breasts. In my dreams, I was the doll Being dressed and undressed.

Is it an ordinary illness— A boy who loves another boy?

Behind the walls of that school, Do the grown-ups who spin the carousel Ever ask themselves the question: Is there a God who watches over us? Is this a preference, or a privilege? What will they say back at home— A boy who loves another boy?

Is it an ordinary illness— A boy who loves another boy?

I haven’t slept in two days. Will they still accept me? To learn that their child believes He’s a stranger in his own body...

It’s not like confessing a lie. Besides, I’m not ashamed of myself. It’s about bursting the abscess eating at me, And finally making peace with who I am.

Is it an ordinary illness— A boy who loves another boy?

Behind the walls of that school, Do the grown-ups who spin the carousel Ever ask themselves the question: Is there a God who watches over us? Is this a preference, or a privilege? What will they say back at home— A boy who loves another boy?

Is there a God who watches over us? A preference… a privilege.

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Stay strong, you're not alone

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that's exactely what I meant...

it is very cool how before AI nobody cheated at school, people weren't paranoid and getting all their info from whatever unchecked source online, nobody was lonely and trying to fill that with whatever fictional romance or companionship, artists never lost their jobs, there was no global warming or data centers the internet was just floating around on the air don't worry about it..... anyways so sad how AI ruined everything LET'S GET MORE REACTIONARY NOWWWWWWW

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Lots of thoughts recently. Everything feels plastic.

I could go on and on about why all that AI "art" is bad. I could mention theft, lack of creativity, it's impact on the work field and environment, but countless people have already said all that. I wanted to touch on something that to me is the most utterly wrong about all of it.

Art is more than just something pretty to look at or listen to. It's therapeutic. It's a form of communication. A tool for human connection. It's a pure, human need.

Support real artists ☀️