#fuck gender fuck labels

[svnflowermoon]

btw please block me if you feel the need to gatekeep the queer community. cishet aspecs ARE valid and they ARE queer. the "they don't experience discrimination" argument is possibly the most stupid thing i have ever heard because aspecs experience insane levels discrimination and people are extremely dismissive of them. we our more than our suffering. our community is not yours to gatekeep it isn't fair to invalidate people's queer identities just because you can't fit them in your stupid little box of specific labels.

[custom-emojis]

One day I’m gonna snap and start being so much more fucking annoying about my sexuality and being pan and gay at the same time until all the stupid 14 yr olds who I’ve been queer longer than they’ve been alive trying to tell me what definitions mean stop following me entirely.

[genderkoolaid]

sorry im gonna aut out for a second going off these tags

this book is so fucking aggravating because the author's (cis man. ofc.) reasoning for why the P.U.F isn't trans is because they didn't seem to struggle with their gender before becoming the P.U.F (we have no way of knowing this btw. not only do we have limited information on their personal life before transitioning, but whose to say they ever showed signs of being trans openly? whose to say their near-death experience didn't awaken something inside them?) and since their rebirth was due to "spiritual factors" instead "some long-term struggle over [their] identity" (because it would have to be a struggle, right?), we should only view them in the context of women's history and not trans* history.

which makes me want to rend flesh with my teeth!!!! sir you CANNOT separate spirituality from identity like that. were the priestesses of inanna not trans* despite taking on women's clothing, names, language, because they viewed their gender as a spiritual event? its so ridiculous to take someone who literally changed their entire identity because of this spiritual rebirth, and then call them by their birth name and she/her pronouns and be like "well since SHE didn't struggle with HER gender before, then SHE isn't trans!"

and its not like this is some "ohh we don't know what they would have wanted," the P.U.F made it very clear they were not Jemima, they would not tolerate being seen as her, they dressed androgynously on purpose, their followers considered them a neutral spirit. They identified as the Public Universal Friend, it doesn't matter whether you think they really were a spirit from Heaven. They did everything possible to express "I am not who I used to be and my gender is not the same as it was," how is this not trans??????? Because they weren't the fucking textbook transsexual that is the only True Trans allowed to exist???????? god forbid a trans* person's gender be more than some hellish struggle. god forbid other parts of our identity affect our gender and be inseparable. and god forbid a trans* person assigned female do literally anything because if they aren't a cis woman somehow their defiance of the patriarchy is no longer radical. paul moyer meet me in the fucking parking lot i'm gonna break your nose what is this shit. can't trust a cis to do a trans' job.

[bitchliteraria1906]

Someone: What's your sexuality?

Me: well you see, I never had a serious crush on anyone. Also, I had trouble understanding what a crush even was for most of my life. Also, I identified as aroallo for a while because I thought I was aro but not ace, but now I think I'm ace too. Also, fictional crushes. Also, I enjoy learning and reading/sometimes even writing about kink but have no idea if I would be comfortable actually participating on it. Also, some days I'm perfectly happy like this but other days are still confusing and shitty because it's all still new to me. Also-

[csidepooltide]

I love queer people

I think their relationship is so queer and confusing that they call it whatever they want, so this means marxolor yuri real

[luvhyun3]

SONG MINGI, strawberry kisses ☆ (fluff/romance, gn!reader, word count: 500+, warnings: mentions of food + kissing)

★ — in which you reassure your slightly insecure boyfriend with lots of love and affection. <3

“What? You’re joking, right?”

Mingi’s fingers falter around the strawberry gummy packet, taken aback by your snappy response — uncharacteristic of your usually gentle nature. But he quickly recovers, replacing his shock with a teasing smile.

“I finally pour my heart out to you and that’s how you respond?” he chuckles as he finally opens the packet.

“I’m sorry, I just…. what? How?”

“What do you mean ‘how’? I just told you, idiot,” he quips back, mouth full of strawberry gummy.

“Yeah, I heard what you said, but what I don’t understand is why,” you reply with an eyeroll. “And don’t talk with food in your mouth! It’s gross.”

He sticks his tongue out at you as he grabs another packet from the bowl on the coffee table.

“Then you should’ve just said ‘why’.”

Instead of responding back, you slap his shoulder. You’re not sure if his gummy smile as he laughs in response makes you want to kiss him or kill him. Maybe both.

You sigh, melting into his side and leaning your cheek against the soft fabric of his grey hoodie.

“You’re so dumb, you know that?” you mumble into his sleeve. “How could I be anything but hopelessly in love with you?”

You hear him laugh again, this time his voice holding an embarrassed tinge.

“Y/n,” he drags out your name with a whine. You aren’t looking at him, but you can clearly tell that his nose was scrunching — an endearing habit that showed itself whenever he cringed.

“I’m being serious. You’re the sweetest, coolest, most loveliest and considerate boyfriend ever and I have no idea how you don’t see that.”

You trap him in a hug as you whine, embrace tightening as you go on.

“You have the cutest smile, your laugh is probably the sweetest sound in the world and you drive me insane every day because I look at you and it’s like, ‘Wow. That’s my boyfriend. How did I pull someone so fucking hot?’”

Before you’re able to go on any further, you’re suddenly tackled into the couch, Mingi’s large frame pressing into yours as he nuzzles his face into your neck.

“Y/n. Stop it. Seriously,” you can feel him smile against your skin.

You simply grin, threading your fingers into his hair and beginning to play with his greyish blue locks.

“Do you feel better now?”

“A little,” he begins to plant kisses against your warm flesh as he speaks. You giggle at the ticklish feeling. He trails his kisses upwards, you having to stop yourself from squealing as you feel his lips reach your jawline and then finally — your lips.

“I love you,” he says as he pulls away, but he leaves just enough distance between your faces that you can still feel his lips touching yours.

“Your breath smells like strawberries,” you reply with a flushed face.

“Does it taste like strawberries too?”

His lips are back on yours before you can respond.

“I’m not sure… I think you’ll have to kiss me again so I can give you a proper answer,” you say when he pulls away, breathless.

Mingi does nothing but smirk back at you, leaning in again to envelop your lips with his own plush ones.

Yep. Definitely strawberry. And definitely delicious.

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[mirakurutaimu]

no one word is gonna encompass everyone’s experiences. quit freakin out about meaningless labels u dumbasses

[wayrad]

all hysteria and craze aside i am so happy and proud of gerard. their gender will never fucking be classified and they are having the time of their life. all of them are. i’m so genuinely happy that they’re all happy. this show meant a lot to a lot of people, myself included— who never felt comfortable in a box. we love you mcr

[gay-jewish-bucky]

hot take but ply/pan/omni/abro ect people shouldn't have to come up with cited historical documentation of our identities and share deeply personal reasons as to why we use those labels in hopes that other queer people will decide we are actually worthy of basic respect

exclusionism and pitting identities that overlap against each other does nothing to help advance our rights, it just makes the LGBT+ community incredibly toxic and unwelcoming for people who don't fit into socially acceptable labels and experiences of queerness

we are stronger together

[larrythefloridaman]

WOAH, HE'S BIGENDER? I DIDN'T KNOW THAT!

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

That post about everything being "Nah" I felt in my core. I'll always respect people who identify differently but when they ask me "what's your pronouns?" Or "where do you lie romanticaly?" I'm just "eh call me whatever you want I guess" or *I don't feel romantically for much anything" maybe cause online people always thought I'm one gender and irl people always thought I was the other so I just responded with "sure I guess"

and it's honestly such an easier way to live ngl... like when it comes to people who Know that i use they/them, it hurts to hear my given pronouns. but when it comes to strangers and just people who i haven't told, it's like... "yeah. ok. ill put on this hat" it feels a bit like a performance. it feels Mischievous, even! ohoho, they've been Tricked!

[skrunksthatwunk]

you go to a lesbian blog and find it says women only!! no men allowed!!! and go oh! excuse me, um, what about other lesbians? plenty of lesbians are genderqueer... and they go well, okay, go fuck yourself tim chop off your sweaty dick and stop calling yourself a lesbian. you do not have a dick, actually. you think about that fact often, even though it does you no good. you do not tell this person that.

you go to another lesbian blog and it says women only and you try again, and this time they change it to wlw + nblw only (non-men who love non-men :D). and you'll say hey i appreciate that but gender's not really that cut and dry for a lot of people. someone could be both a man and nonbinary, for instance. i just worry that you're looking at nonbinary as a generic third gender, or an extension of womanhood. i mean yeah you include nblw in your tags but all your posts are about pussy-havers exclusively. what's with that? and they say go fuck yourself you pervy man pretending to be a lesbian. you tried to sneak in but i won't let you.

so you go to a lesbian blog with a dozen or so posts about queer people needing to be more weird about it and you sigh in relief. but you still see the men dni. that's odd. hoping for the best, you say hey! i know you mean well but please maybe don't put men dni at the end of the lovely posts on your lesbian blog bc some lesbians are men. and they'll be like ok!! well you're allowed ;) and you say no that's not. no. some men are lesbians not just me. you think about your own dicklessness and wonder if that's why you were given entry. and you add that even if male lesbians are allowed, there's no indication of that. how would anyone know without asking? and they're like ohh gotcha gotcha well men dni + this is for sapphics only!! and you'll be like ok well that treats the concepts of men and sapphics as mutually exclusive identities and i just told you that's not true and you agreed with me so.. i don't think that solves our problem. and they're like. ok. fine. men dni but genderfluid and multigender people are allowed! and you're like no see that's. that's still the same thing.. you're saying the same thing just with different words. if you don't want men to interact but you're fine with multigender/genderfluid/etc ppl interacting then you either don't see them as Real Men (because they don't reach a standard of Full Manhood) or Complete Men (because they're only Part-Time Men), both of which suggest that they are, in some way, not men or less-than men, which is invalidating and defeats the point of the exception in the first place (accommodation) OR that you don't really mean the dni which is confusing and inconsistent and makes guydykes feel weird and uncomfortable and excluded from the lesbian space you're trying to cultivate. and they're like um. ok. so. cishet men dni? and you're like well i think that makes more sense, but what if someone identifies as both a cishet man and a sapphic? again, if we're trying to accommodate the genderfucky populace then that has to be a possibility that is considered. and they say god you people are never happy. what do you want me to do? what am i supposed to say to keep the right men out? and you pause. you empathize with the need for a space free from dudes trying to fuck you straight and feminine. dudes who watch lesbian porn and joke about what they'd do if they were allowed into girls locker rooms. who look at you like a piece of meat, and like someone who looks at women like pieces of meat in the same way he does. you get it. you know. you want a space where you can be sapphic, too. that's why you came to these blogs in the first place. you brace yourself and you say well i don't know that there are "right men" to keep out. i don't know that there's any single label that would accomplish whatever it is you're trying to accomplish. you could go for "sapphics only" or "queers only" and i think that might be the closest thing to what you want, but it's never going to be perfect. creating any exclusive space is going to shut out people you didn't account for, and the broader the label, the more people will be shut out that you didn't want to shut out. and what about people who don't know if they're allowed? what of questioning transbians, where are they supposed to go? and, frankly, i think i might rather my dykey posts get read and appreciated by a gay guy who sees me as a man than a woman who only sees me as a sacred womb, pure from male perversions or violence or whatever. i think community might just be more complex than a dni can handle. and they look at you and say i don't want to not have a dni. i think you're too permissive. you can't just "what about" or microlabel your way into everything. go fuck yourself, i bet you're not even a lesbian anyway. go find a real problem to get mad about.

you go to a lesbian blog. you ignore the men dni because you know you probably don't even count to them. or maybe you do count and, out of respect for your manhood, they'd shun you accordingly. you try to feel okay about that. you scroll past dozens of posts about mediocre men and gagging at straight friends' boyfriends and how gross and undeserving men are of the beautiful women they couple up with and how all women should be gay so they can get treated right and and and and and. you finally find a post about curling into someone you love and feeling at peace and try to lose yourself in it. you know that feeling is what unites you, what makes you belong. you try to focus on it. you think about carding your hands through a butch's hair or lacing fingers with a femme and feeling warm and loved and more yourself than you ever have before. like this is who you're meant to be. you read about lesboys and butch boytoys and genderfucky dykes and big hairy deep-voiced wonderful women (like you want to be someday, like you wish you could make yourself) and you try to ignore the men dni underneath each and every post. and you daydream about meeting someone kind and earnest at a lesbian bar even though you don't think any such bars exist within three states of you and you can't drink and don't want to drink because you need to be in control of yourself at all times so you don't fuck up like you're always about to and here in the nonexistent lesbian bar you feel wanted and safe and in good company. you picture your ideal, happiest self. it is a mistake. ideal-you has a goatee. not the mascara one you smear on and call drag even though you know it's not drag, not really, the beard you call drag because you think everyone would look at you sadly if you told them it was just to pretend you had something out of your reach. a beard that's soft and that you grew and that cannot be smudged away if you get too comfortable with it. the dream shatters. your people pull away from you, their scoffs mixing with the mind-numbing gay girl bedroom pop you learned to settle for just to have something that almost resembled you, they all pull away and turn their backs and do not look at you. you're too close to being a man now, even though you're the same amount of man as before. and they know you're not supposed to interact with men, not as you would with dykes, at least. and it sours. it's all your imagination, all in your head, but it sours.

you sigh. you think about how small you are. how short, how narrow, how feeble. how your voice pitches up when you talk to strangers because it's easier to speak quietly when it carries more, and because you're nervous. because it's a chore to talk, like everything is. you think about testosterone. you think about how your family would look at you, the questions they would ask, your answers they would only pretend to accept. the uncomfortable glances and whispered questions they'd try to hide from you. you think about how small you are, and how small you will always be. how you don't know of a way to fix it, but even if there was one, no one would want you anymore. you'd be the only one thinking it made you a cooler dyke. you think about how you don't even want a T-voice all the time, how you'll never be able to switch it at will, because you don't know how and can't bring yourself to figure it out. you think about how your throat closes around every hint of your own attraction. how wanting is perverse, how wanting is invasive, how wanting is embarrassing and too vulnerable so it must stay anonymous, as an online witness, and how you can barely manage to form or maintain friendships because your brain makes you pull away, always spinning out and struggling to recover from the simplest of interactions. how they'll all leave you and you won't chase after them at all and how that will hurt them. how stuck you get. how it looks like nothing's holding you back, how that frustrates everyone who thought you were going to be more than you were. the people you love who understand except when it comes to being ghosted, being shut out. how you don't want to hurt them. how you can't tell them that because you're stuck. how you turn to stone when touched, how you never reach out, how you lose your speech and can't look at people, how your autism is fun and sexy until it becomes real and you never see them anymore, how much you longed for someone who knew everything without you having to explain, and who loved you anyway. how unreasonable you know that is to expect of anyone. you think about that not-even-real lesbian bar. you think about how you still can't drive. how you can't leave your home on your own, without dragging somebody into helping you. how you can't leave your body. how you can't leave your manhood behind.

you think about finding another lesbian blog and ignoring everything. about skimming it for the parts you can juice some meaning from. the parts men ignore and don't understand, and how typical of you it is to do so. or the parts where you're not welcome and you should accept that, because it's for lesbians only. how you are a lesbian anyway. how you're meant to choose lesbian or man, how each is a betrayal of some kind to yourself or your people, your family, your lovely strangers, your rare friendly acquaintances. about the parts that tell you you're not wanted, that you're ugly and lazy and gross and insert yourself everywhere without even asking. about the parts that tell you you are hated, and how lesbians are above it all by rejecting men. how lesbians are each blessed miracles. about the parts that say you should be ashamed of being whatever twisted confused freak you are, of everything, of looking and wanting or not looking or not wanting, of picking and choosing instead of taking it all in with a smile. after all, shouldn't you take it? or is your ego too fragile, as men's so often are? aren't you tired? good. we're not here for your consumption. and we sure as hell don't want your company or "community" or whatever. didn't you read the sign? no boys allowed. and if you want to come in you have to make up your mind. as if you haven't told them the only answer you have. you're both. you're both.

you know you broke the rule by interacting.

but it gets lonely sometimes. you wonder if they know.

[prussianbluevelvet]

navigating lesbian spaces as a lesbian man on testosterone is NOT fun lmaooo help… ‘men dni, only lesbians interact 🥰’ girl i got bad news for you. some of us are both. did you forget about nonbinary people orrrrr are we just too complicated for y’all to cope with lmao. ‘i love weird queer freaks 🥰’ no u don’t y’all can’t even handle nonbinary people with sexualities that don’t fit into your normative tiny little boxes. go away with your performative nonsense.

[runawaymun]

tbh with blue eye samurai i just want all of the gender headcannons to get along. "Mizu is a trans man!" stunning. love to see it. "Mizu is bigender" yeahhhhhh!!!! "Mizu is nonbinary" YES TOTALLY "Mizu's gender is Mizu" incredible. chef's kiss. "Mizu is a gnc woman with some gender fuckery going on" uh-huh I'm tracking

Except "Mizu is a cis woman and only disguises herself as a man due to her circumstances and to travel safely. Gosh guys it's not even about her gender and she OBVIOUSLY identifies as a woman" you're wrong. dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow. Watch the show again. The most bad faith incompetent reading imo. There is obviously so much going on with how Mizu interacts with their gender are you BLIND

[saitamastamaticsoup]

Hobie “i hate labels” brown would not hate relationship labels I fear y’all aren’t understanding what he means by that in a punk way

[the-sun-is-also-a-star]

friendly reminder that pronouns don't define your gender!!