#love being both a dyke and a faggot

[dream-sans-mogai]

Anyway, because I'm considered a bigger creator within the mogai community and I have a responsibility to address things given my bigger audience-

Please remember that Tumblr, especially LGBT Tumblr concerning discourse and intracommunity issues, is a hyper niche, reactive, violent, sensitive community with next to zero basis in reality at large and you should not take any of its opinions as absolute fact. Especially the mogai community's opinions.

A lot of people on mogai Tumblr talk big game with very clearly fake the-whole-bus-clapped stories about the real world concerning acceptance towards mspec monos, Neopronouns and Xenogenders and it's my job as an adult and guiding voice to remind people these experiences may happen but rarely do and you absolutely should not just tell random people you use purr/purrs pronouns or your a bi gaybian or you identify as Chronosian or other things like that because it's really fucking dangerous even in hyper progressive places like new york, cali and Detroit. It can be deadly in many many small towns, including ones in progressive states. Especially dangerous in non accepting states.

I don't say this to burst your bubble or ruin your hopeful world view but many stories of acceptance are fake, even if some are true, most of the community is underage and just cause your teacher may approve of your Soniccharic identity, doesn't mean they won't tell your transphobic parents. It's scary and dangerous out here for trans and gay people rn and I won't be one of the idiots who tell you to run and frolic with your Xenogender pins Infront of increasingly hostile transphobes. I want the younger gen z trans people to survive and I won't lie to you about the reality of the battle we all are staring down concerning project 2025.

Most of the people telling these stories live in progressive states and do not tell you about the failed times or exaggerate the acceptance they supposedly received. I'm telling you from the mouth of someone who grew up in a tiny town in South Ohio with less than 1,000 people, it's still just as dangerous as it was 10 years ago. I still get followed in my home town. I still get stares in my home town. My actual home town, a place I grew up in where people knew me as the gnc dyke for a good while in my last 2 years of school. Do not spread this shit around to everyone. Nex didn't think they would become a victim, Brianna didn't think she would be one of the unlucky ones, plenty of those we've lost did not think they would die in hate crimes. I almost died in two of the hate crimes I've experienced.

You need to be really fucking careful and although I love than Neopronouns and Xenogenders are becoming more accepted by the larger LGBT community, you need to be very very VERY careful about what you do, what you wear and who you tell what because word spreads fast in suburbia and hate spreads faster. You do not want to be wearing a pin the day some white cishet magat decides he's tired of the "pedophiles" and chooses you as the first victim because you were the first he saw. Don't hide who you are but Be. Fucking. Careful.

[freckliedan]

all this talk about gender (and lesbianism) and dan makes me so happy as a nb lesbian you have no idea!!!

oh but i do have an idea! 💞 i started this blog as an nb lesbian and it'll forever be a loveletter to gender and lesbians and that piece of my identity so i'm SO glad it still resonates for folks 😊💛‼️

some of my related tags, tho i post in them less now: lesbian content, dyke camp, questioning & info tag i made on my main sideblog when i was active here 5 years ago

[wwwyzzerdd420]

I want to be heard but I don't want to be screamed at

[atimeofyourlife]

Steve being the one who is actually a fountain of queer knowledge because he has a gay uncle in San Francisco or New York, one of the cities that had the biggest queer communities.

Robin not having much information because she's a closeted teenage lesbian who can't drive, so she has nowhere to source that information without raising the suspicions of her parents.

Eddie doesn't have the chance because he can't afford to spend weekends in Indianapolis or Chicago, because weekends mean parties, and parties are one of the best times to deal. He might go occasionally, but just hitting up a bar to find a dude to hook up with, not getting into queer theory because he doesn't really care to. He doesn't bother to learn about hanky code or anything else, because he's not interested. All he's interested in is getting a little action.

But Steve? He spent a lot of time with his uncle, Hank, while growing up. Anytime his family was in the area, they would stay with Hank. Sure, Steve's parents would try to explain his partner, Joe, as a friend or a roommate, but Steve always knew. He could see how in love they were, even more than his parents.

It became normal for him. He heard the words that other people would throw around, how they would talk about how dangerous, how disgusting two men together was. But he couldn't understand why people thought so badly about it. Because Hank and Joe were so happy together and they weren't hurting anyone.

When he was twelve, they were the first people he told when he had the conflicting feelings of having a crush on a pretty girl named Annika in the grade above, but also really wanting to kiss Tommy every time the other boy laughed at one of his jokes. Joe and Hank just listened to him, then taught him about bisexuality. That it was perfectly normal to like both. They gave him gentle warnings, that he would have to be careful because people were cruel.

And because his parents had left him with them for a couple of weeks, they took advantage of it to introduce Steve to other people. They took him to a tiny queer bookshop that was run by a friend of theirs, giving him a space to learn in safety. Because of them, he met people of so many different orientations lesbians, bisexuals, gay men. Self-proclaimed dykes and faggots. Transexuals, men who were once women and women who were once men¹ and people that pushed the boundaries of gender entirely. He felt in awe of all these people, but also loved and accepted by everyone he met.

A few years later, the summer of '82, age 15 and between freshman and sophomore year, he was sat down for a more serious conversation. The day after he arrived, Hank and Joe sat him down for a serious talk about safe sex, in way more detail than what he got from his parents, which was just a pack of condoms appearing in his bathroom on his fifteenth birthday, with a note saying to use them so he wouldn't get a girl pregnant. The talk emphasized the need for a barrier during any type of sex, and brought up the very real risk of GRID, which had yet to be renamed AIDS², to point out why he had to be incredibly careful with everyone he had sex with. But they also made a point to reassure him that they were both okay, that he didn't have to worry about them. They made sure that he knew that they were always there for him, just a phone call away if he ever had any concerns or questions.

A year later, at 16, they decided he was ready for more information. They provided him with pamphlets and zines, covering everything from rights movements to AIDS to secret codes. He took an interest in the hanky code, but felt a little intimidated about what some of the colors meant. They also provided him with a fake id that declared that he was twenty one and that his name was Mark. While he was staying with them, he joined them out in the community. Meeting the people affected by AIDS, learning about the real effects of it and not just the few scare stories that were breaking through on the news. Hearing more stories of lived life, getting a better understanding of the people around him.

Just a few months later, November '83. When everything went to shit. Steve was terrified when he saw the photos Jonathan had taken from outside his house and developed in the school dark room. He couldn't help getting stuck on the what if? What if it wasn't Nancy he had in his room? What if it had been that night when he and Tommy got a little too drunk and kissed each other? What if he'd finally got the nerve to bring a guy home? His life could have been destroyed in seconds by an asshole being a creep.

He became more on guard, scared that at any point someone could be taking photos in his backyard. Then seeing Jonathan with Nancy in her room, it pushed him further. With the fight the next day, he just wanted to make his words hurt. He dug deep and threw out accusations that he'd never wanted to say. Allowing his anger and fear to take over. The moment the word queer left his mouth, he felt an uneasy sense of regret. Accusing someone else of being what he was, as if it was a bad thing.

After it was all over, the details were shared, the cover stories were given, the paperwork declaring that nothing had happened had been signed, Steve felt lost and alone. Even after apologizing, he still felt dirty for calling Jonathan queer. After a few days, he breaks and calls Hank and Joe, and tells them, well not everything, but what he can. The photos, the camera, the fight. What he said to Jonathan. They understood his anger and his fear. They disagreed with his choice of words, but told him that if he'd apologized and meant it, and it had been accepted, there was no point in him continuing to beat himself up about it. That he couldn't change the past, but he had to try and be better in the future.

The following summer, 1984, he joined them with a new hatred and fear of the government. He felt safer with them, not feeling like he was looking over his shoulder all the time. But he was also so worried, what if the Upside Down came back when he wasn't there to help. He threw himself into helping others, knowing there were so many ways that the government was willing to screw over citizens. Wanting to do the little he could when he could. It brought him some peace of mind, being able to do something.

After Starcourt, after getting discharged from the hospital, Steve confides in Robin. He tells her about Hank and Joe. About how much he'd learnt from them. He tells her that he's bisexual, a word she was unfamiliar with, but she embraces him anyway. He spins a story of all the different people he'd met, people that proved it could be okay for people like them.

It formed an even deeper bond between them, a shared understanding that they couldn't find in anyone else their age. They share secrets about crushes, about realizations. Judging how attractive customers are together once they got the jobs at Family Video. Steve showed Robin the zines, helping her pick up more pieces of information, about how many others there were out there.

Steve clocked Vickie pretty quickly, almost certain she was bisexual like he was. Robin struggled to believe him, not wanting to get her hopes up, or to risk getting hurt.

When Eddie crashed into their lives during the spring break from hell, Steve found himself falling hard and fast. He'd noticed the black bandana Eddie wore tucked into his back left pocket, and wanted it. He had never considered being into s&m, but would be willing to take anything Eddie gave him.

He tried to bring it up subtly to Eddie, only to be met with confusion. Even trying less subtle ways of questioning it, Eddie still didn't seem to get it. Steve had to ask if he was flagging, and Eddie responded by asking what flagging was. Steve felt mortified, and stuttered about it being a code, and he thought Eddie was gay. Eddie assured him that he was gay, but still had no clue what Steve was talking about with flagging.

Steve showed Eddie the zines as well, going through all the different colors of the hanky code. Eddie got a little embarrassed when he realized what he'd been signalling, but some of the interactions he'd had with guys the few times he'd been to a gay bar made a lot more sense.

It took a few more days after that for Eddie to realize what Steve had been getting at by bringing up him flagging. There was another awkward, and slightly embarrassing conversation to confirm that yes, they were into each other, and no, neither of them were actually into s&m.

(And of course, Hank and Joe got a kick out of the story when they were the first ones Steve told, other than Robin.)

¹I wrote it this way, as it would have been a way that twelve year old could understand different gender identities in 1979. Different language and terminology was used. I believe that it is up to individual trans people for how they describe and consider themselves pre and post coming out and transition, as it is a very personal thing. I'm non-binary and I consider anything about myself under the age of 17 to be a girl, because that's how I identified at that time. ²(AIDS was known by a bunch of different names, some less kind than others, including GRID [Gay-related immune deficiency] and 4H disease [Heroin users, homosexuals, hemophiliacs and Haitians], until the summer of 1982. The name AIDS was proposed on July 27th 1982, and came into use by the CDC in September of that year. The term HIV came into use in 1986.)

This was supposed to be a quick little headcanon, and it ended up taking me nearly a month to write 1.5k words. And I now want to write so many parts about Steve with his relationship to Hank and Joe. They're the gay uncles everyone deserves.

[biracy]

Okay back to thinking serious thoughts. I honestly think it's both futile and also naive to think that there's anything under the sun that "can't be marketable." All of you insisting that your newfound attachments to "dyke" and "fag" and "transsexual" are because "they'll never be marketed back to me" and not bc everyone loves a vaguely edgy emulation of The Nineties just goes to show that you don't really understand how marketing to minorities works. I don't see why people should act like "faggot" is some untouchable special special word that will never be printed on a mug when "queer" isn't. Sex sells. Edginess sells. Violence sells. Taboo sells. I can assure you if your Tumblr post posturing succeeds and like stock photos of buff half-naked men in the vaguest symbols of bdsm become the new face of The Community over lame virgin TikTok teens, companies would find a way to profit off of it. Target will sell you "boydyke" mugs. Walmart will sell you petplay flags. Disney will make action figures of princesses with labryses. There is no symbol or subculture totally immune to being exploited for capitalistic gain. That's how this works! Rainbow capitalism isn't something that we can escape if The Community just becomes Cool And Edgy. You might notice that it's not that great to be trans right now and there are still people looking to capitalize off of it. You cannot "become unmarketable" as long as a market exists

[f4g4um]

Intro Post <3

Hi! I’m Tiger, 18 yr old busty shortstack switch. im like if you put jessica rabbit in a hydraulic press. I use he/they prns. This is a personal sideblog, i post my funnies on my main, @w**ft**r which is where i follow & like from. I don’t tag stuff besides my own pics and posts. I lovvveee interaction and hearing abt how hot u think i am :333

this blog will have furry porn on it!!!!!!

I don’t really use sexuality or gender labels bc i find I’m pretty abstract with that sort of thing. Being into me IS gay no matter who u are. I’m not cis! im not het! im a faggot of the highest degree and an esteemed dyke.

t4t, with rare exceptions. I don’t always respond to dms, please don’t take it personally. I don’t usually dm first, but I do love getting them. I won’t respond to flirting from empty blogs or blogs without profile pictures. put ur age in ur bio or never see my boobs again

Stuff i post abt: petplay, breeding, intox, bondage, praise, monsterfucking, oviposition/egg laying, sex toys (which i collect), oral, knotting, cockwarming, edging, overstim, cum, etc :3

call me good boy, pet, pretty, handsome, i love all sorts of praise but no good girl or she/her please!

My tiger and snake bras are both from Thistle & Spire. My favorite toy companies are The Wicked Hunt, Baphomets Workshop, and Paladin Pleasure Sculptors.

tgirls and tboys and nonbinary whores do whatever you want forwver i love you always. kiss me on the lips and hold my hand and tell me how hot i look in my pictures

pretty pls with a cherry on top send a few quarters my way so i can afford school <3 paypal - @cottontailcandies

[genderkoolaid]

this is entirely a good faith question: why can terfs not use moids as a response to incels who oppress women using femoids, but queer people can and do reclaim slurs used against us in our oppression? thank you if you answer (in regards to this post https://www.tumblr.com/genderkoolaid/714779055410577408/is-this-supposed-to-be-a-good-reason-for-using)

For one, "moids" is like. Very heavily racist. "-oid" was a common suffix used in race science, as a way of describing different races (mongoloid, negroid, caucasoid, etc.). It is deeply entrenched in the language of white supremacy and eugenics. The reason why misogynists use it is because those misogynists are also racists.

With queer, the point in reclaiming it is "yes, we are weird freaks, and we love being weird freaks- being a weird freak is a good thing." Reclaiming things like dyke, fag, tranny, tend to both be a way of coping with the trauma of those words, as well as describing the ways that oppression shape our identities (a lot of people identify as dykes or faggots specifically as a way of communicating an identity that exists in opposition to, and within the context of, homophobic society). These are terms we are using to self-describe as a way of empowering ourselves and depowering queerphobes

With -moid, they are taking purposefully negative language that was created for oppressive purposes and using it to... dehumanize groups of people. And they accomplish the goal of... sounding like fucking nazis.

And maybe, just maybe, the way they use nazi language and nazi memes (like soyjack shit) is part of the reason they have so many white supremacists in their communities. If you walk into a bar covered in swastikas and iron crosses, and the bar serves a number of nazis, the white goyische woman bartender telling you that actually they are reclaiming nazi symbols isn't gonna make you feel less like you are in a nazi bar.

edit: I wanna say that people shouldn't shame anon for asking this!!!! It's important to have a good understanding of WHY certain things are reclaimable and some things aren't, even if it seems obvious. Shaming people for asking these questions means that the only people giving these questions answers are assholes. Genuine, good faith questions shouldn't be shamed. Anon wasn't defending this behavior, they were asking a good question on why it's okay to reclaim some things but not others. Not asking questions to deeper your understanding means relying on whatever anyone else tells you to be true.

[sirofreak]

It’s pride month so here’s a gay (in the happy way) little drawing of grace and argent

And some headcanons along with it because we love headcanons here

Grace has known she likes girls basically her whole life and has always been pretty content with it

Meanwhile Argent was in denial of himself being gay YEARS (blame their homophobic dad for that one)

He’s only admitted to liking guys once and that was to grace when they were in their early teens

The conversation was basically “Gracie… I think like guys” “oh cool! Well I like girls y’know” “wait really?” “yup!” “Oh… that’s nice” and they never spoke of it again

They’re also the kind of siblings to regularly call each other faggot and dyke in both an affectionate and derogatory way

Also there’s definitely gonna be more posts like this month so happy pride y’all! :D

[feminist-furby-freak]

The Woman-Identified Woman

by the Radicalesbians (1970)

What is a lesbian? A lesbian is the rage of all women condensed to the point of explosion. She is the woman who, often beginning at an extremely early age, acts in accordance with her inner compulsion to be a more complete and freer human being than her society - perhaps then, but certainly later - cares to allow her. These needs and actions, over a period of years, bring her into painful conflict with people, situations, the accepted ways of thinking, feeling and behaving, until she is in a state of continual war with everything around her, and usually with her self. She may not be fully conscious of the political implications of what for her began as personal necessity, but on some level she has not been able to accept the limitations and oppression laid on her by the most basic role of her society--the female role. The turmoil she experiences tends to induce guilt proportional to the degree to which she feels she is not meeting social expectations, and/or eventually drives her to question and analyze what the rest of her society more or less accepts. She is forced to evolve her own life pattern, often living much of her life alone, learning usually much earlier than her "straight" (heterosexual) sisters about the essential aloneness of life (which the myth of marriage obscures) and about the reality of illusions. To the extent that she cannot expel the heavy socialization that goes with being female, she can never truly find peace with herself. For she is caught somewhere between accepting society's view of her - in which case she cannot accept herself - and coming to understand what this sexist society has done to her and why it is functional and necessary for it to do so. Those of us who work that through find ourselves on the other side of a tortuous journey through a night that may have been decades long. The perspective gained from that journey, the liberation of self, the inner peace, the real love of self and of all women, is something to be shared with all women - because we are all women.

It should first be understood that lesbianism, like male homosexuality, is a category of behavior possible only in a sexist society characterized by rigid sex roles and dominated by male supremacy. Those sex roles dehumanize women by defining us as a supportive/serving caste in relation to the master caste of men, and emotionally cripple men by demanding that they be alienated from their own bodies and emotions in order to perform their economic/political/military functions effectively. Homosexuality is a by-product of a particular way of setting up roles ( or approved patterns of behavior) on the basis of sex; as such it is an inauthentic ( not consonant with "reality") category. In a society in which men do not oppress women, and sexual expression is allowed to follow feelings, the categories of homosexuality and heterosexuality would disappear.

But lesbianism is also different from male homosexuality, and serves a different function in the society. "Dyke" is a different kind of put-down from "faggot", although both imply you are not playing your socially assigned sex role. . . are not therefore a "real woman" or a "real man. " The grudging admiration felt for the tomboy, and the queasiness felt around a sissy boy point to the same thing: the contempt in which women-or those who play a female role-are held. And the investment in keeping women in that contemptuous role is very great. Lesbian is a word, the label, the condition that holds women in line. When a woman hears this word tossed her way, she knows she is stepping out of line. She knows that she has crossed the terrible boundary of her sex role. She recoils, she protests, she reshapes her actions to gain approval. Lesbian is a label invented by the Man to throw at any woman who dares to be his equal, who dares to challenge his prerogatives (including that of all women as part of the exchange medium among men), who dares to assert the primacy of her own needs. To have the label applied to people active in women's liberation is just the most recent instance of a long history; older women will recall that not so long ago, any woman who was successful, independent, not orienting her whole life about a man, would hear this word. For in this sexist society, for a woman to be independent means she can't be a woman - she must be a dyke. That in itself should tell us where women are at. It says as clearly as can be said: women and person are contradictory terms. For a lesbian is not considered a "real woman. " And yet, in popular thinking, there is really only one essential difference between a lesbian and other women: that of sexual orientation - which is to say, when you strip off all the packaging, you must finally realize that the essence of being a "woman" is to get fucked by men.

"Lesbian" is one of the sexual categories by which men have divided up humanity. While all women are dehumanized as sex objects, as the objects of men they are given certain compensations: identification with his power, his ego, his status, his protection (from other males), feeling like a "real woman, " finding social acceptance by adhering to her role, etc. Should a woman confront herself by confronting another woman, there are fewer rationalizations, fewer buffers by which to avoid the stark horror of her dehumanized condition. Herein we find the overriding fear of many women toward being used as a sexual object by a woman, which not only will bring her no male-connected compensations, but also will reveal the void which is woman's real situation. This dehumanization is expressed when a straight woman learns that a sister is a lesbian; she begins to relate to her lesbian sister as her potential sex object, laying a surrogate male role on the lesbian. This reveals her heterosexual conditioning to make herself into an object when sex is potentially involved in a relationship, and it denies the lesbian her full humanity. For women, especially those in the movement, to perceive their lesbian sisters through this male grid of role definitions is to accept this male cultural conditioning and to oppress their sisters much as they themselves have been oppressed by men. Are we going to continue the male classification system of defining all females in sexual relation to some other category of people? Affixing the label lesbian not only to a woman who aspires to be a person, but also to any situation of real love, real solidarity, real primacy among women, is a primary form of divisiveness among women: it is the condition which keeps women within the confines of the feminine role, and it is the debunking/scare term that keeps women from forming any primary attachments, groups, or associations among ourselves.

Women in the movement have in most cases gone to great lengths to avoid discussion and confrontation with the issue of lesbianism. It puts people up-tight. They are hostile, evasive, or try to incorporate it into some ''broader issue. " They would rather not talk about it. If they have to, they try to dismiss it as a 'lavender herring. " But it is no side issue. It is absolutely essential to the success and fulfillment of the women's liberation movement that this issue be dealt with. As long as the label "dyke" can be used to frighten women into a less militant stand, keep her separate from her sisters, keep her from giving primacy to anything other than men and family-then to that extent she is controlled by the male culture. Until women see in each other the possibility of a primal commitment which includes sexual love, they will be denying themselves the love and value they readily accord to men, thus affirming their second-class status. As long as male acceptability is primary-both to individual women and to the movement as a whole-the term lesbian will be used effectively against women. Insofar as women want only more privileges within the system, they do not want to antagonize male power. They instead seek acceptability for women's liberation, and the most crucial aspect of the acceptability is to deny lesbianism - i. e., to deny any fundamental challenge to the basis of the female.

It should also be said that some younger, more radical women have honestly begun to discuss lesbianism, but so far it has been primarily as a sexual "alternative" to men. This, however, is still giving primacy to men, both because the idea of relating more completely to women occurs as a negative reaction to men, and because the lesbian relationship is being characterized simply by sex, which is divisive and sexist. On one level, which is both personal and political, women may withdraw emotional and sexual energies from men, and work out various alternatives for those energies in their own lives. On a different political/psychological level, it must be understood that what is crucial is that women begin disengaging from male-defined response patterns. In the privacy of our own psyches, we must cut those cords to the core. For irrespective of where our love and sexual energies flow, if we are male-identified in our heads, we cannot realize our autonomy as human beings.

But why is it that women have related to and through men? By virtue of having been brought up in a male society, we have internalized the male culture's definition of ourselves. That definition consigns us to sexual and family functions, and excludes us from defining and shaping the terms of our lives. In exchange for our psychic servicing and for performing society's non-profit-making functions, the man confers on us just one thing: the slave status which makes us legitimate in the eyes of the society in which we live. This is called "femininity" or "being a real woman" in our cultural lingo. We are authentic, legitimate, real to the extent that we are the property of some man whose name we bear. To be a woman who belongs to no man is to be invisible, pathetic, inauthentic, unreal. He confirms his image of us - of what we have to be in order to be acceptable by him - but not our real selves; he confirms our womanhood-as he defines it, in relation to him- but cannot confirm our personhood, our own selves as absolutes. As long as we are dependent on the male culture for this definition. For this approval, we cannot be free.

The consequence of internalizing this role is an enormous reservoir of self-hate. This is not to say the self-hate is recognized or accepted as such; indeed most women would deny it. It may be experienced as discomfort with her role, as feeling empty, as numbness, as restlessness, as a paralyzing anxiety at the center. Alternatively, it may be expressed in shrill defensiveness of the glory and destiny of her role. But it does exist, often beneath the edge of her consciousness, poisoning her existence, keeping her alienated from herself, her own needs, and rendering her a stranger to other women. They try to escape by identifying with the oppressor, living through him, gaining status and identity from his ego, his power, his accomplishments. And by not identifying with other "empty vessels" like themselves. Women resist relating on all levels to other women who will reflect their own oppression, their own secondary status, their own self-hate. For to confront another woman is finally to confront one's self-the self we have gone to such lengths to avoid. And in that mirror we know we cannot really respect and love that which we have been made to be.

As the source of self-hate and the lack of real self are rooted in our male-given identity, we must create a new sense of self. As long as we cling to the idea of "being a woman, '' we will sense some conflict with that incipient self, that sense of I, that sense of a whole person. It is very difficult to realize and accept that being "feminine" and being a whole person are irreconcilable. Only women can give to each other a new sense of self. That identity we have to develop with reference to ourselves, and not in relation to men. This consciousness is the revolutionary force from which all else will follow, for ours is an organic revolution. For this we must be available and supportive to one another, five our commitment and our love, give the emotional support necessary to sustain this movement. Our energies must flow toward our sisters, not backward toward our oppressors. As long as woman's liberation tries to free women without facing the basic heterosexual structure that binds us in one-to-one relationship with our oppressors, tremendous energies will continue to flow into trying to straighten up each particular relationship with a man, into finding how to get better sex, how to turn his head around-into trying to make the "new man" out of him, in the delusion that this will allow us to be the "new woman. " This obviously splits our energies and commitments, leaving us unable to be committed to the construction of the new patterns which will liberate us.

It is the primacy of women relating to women, of women creating a new consciousness of and with each other, which is at the heart of women's liberation, and the basis for the cultural revolution. Together we must find, reinforce, and validate our authentic selves. As we do this, we confirm in each other that struggling, incipient sense of pride and strength, the divisive barriers begin to melt, we feel this growing solidarity with our sisters. We see ourselves as prime, find our centers inside of ourselves. We find receding the sense of alienation, of being cut off, of being behind a locked window, of being unable to get out what we know is inside. We feel a real-ness, feel at last we are coinciding with ourselves. With that real self, with that consciousness, we begin a revolution to end the imposition of all coercive identifications, and to achieve maximum autonomy in human expression.

[flustereddykefag]

hiiii 💕 (updated 4/28/2024)

name: moon (or slut or boytoy or cockslut or good boy or boy or whatever)

pronouns: they/xe/he/toy

I'm a bisexual faggot and dyke all in one 💕 also poly w a lovely partner 🥰 (they're on here too hehe hi babe) they're my keyholder ❤️

I reblog both mlm/nblm and wlw/nblw nsfw content, but if my interacting with your content makes you uncomfy, no worries!! feel free to soft/hard block, I understand

I'm a switch and reblog content as both a sub and a Dom, because it's fun to be both 🥰

mutuals can kiss me with tongue if they want (or send me asks/dms, i'm not picky <3)

blog runs mostly on a queue

some things i like/reblog under the cut :)

i generally don't tag posts i reblog but here are some things i do reblog

impact play

general D/s power dynamics

COLLARS collars collars i love collars

group sex

some cnc content, primarily somno and intox, but also can extend

free use

some objectification (in a very servicey way, like I like being used for other people to get off/enjoy themselves and I like being called boytoy and toy, but I don't like being compared or reduced down to an inanimate object, if that makes sense?)

some knife play (I don't actually reblog that much though)

a burgeoning interest in puppy play! the transmasc pups on tungle dot hell are very convincing...

some breeding (only in fantasy)

breathplay

rope (I don't do much rope myself but it's so prettyyyyy)

group sex

my posts are tagged moon.txt and my pictures (very few, but there are some) are tagged moon.png

my pfp is me wearing my keyholder's collar :3

[romeoeatzkorn]

felt silly so-

Introduction Post! 2024 editon

Basic Info

Name: Romeo (or Roxx) Age: 15 Gender: Genderqueer + Non-Binary Birthday: Feb|16th|2009 Pronouns: they/he (just They/Them or He/Him works too) Sexuality: Butch Dyke Ethnicity: Scandinavian + Plains Cree Nationality: Canadian

My other socials

Facts about me;

Since I was born on the 16 in Feb, I'm an Aquarius

I am 5"8” and thus taller than John Leguizamo, my favourite actor

I love 2 headcanon characters I think r cool as Queer

I kin both Queen Barb (from trolls) and Roxie Richter (from Scott Pilgrim)

I like to call my favourite characters (who I hc as gay) faggots. IDK why

I hate tomatos

I'm possibly Autistic, but I definitely have ADHD

My dog is old and stupid (/j /lh)

sometimes I like to use Z instead of S, just to be silly

I love drag!!

I am very fond of musicals

DNI:

N$FW accounts

Cishets

AroAce deniers

Facist + Bigots

Z10n1sts and N@z1s

Wally x Julie and Wally x Eddie/Frank shippers

Pr0/C0mshippers

Butch/Masc/Stem haters we’re beefing

Femme4Femme only Lesbians all of my WLW/NMLNM content is Butch4Butch or Butch4Femme

LGB without the T supporters

Z00s and P3d0s

Zionists

Thin ice:

Oda defenders

Danganronpa fans

Montague’s 🖕🏼🖕🏼 /j

Cishet LGBTQ+ allies

MSPEC Lesbians idk how to feel about y’all

French People /j

Interact:

Queer/LGBTQ+ people

Butches, Mascs, and Studs

Sapphics and Lesbians

Juggalos and/or Juggalettes

Punks, Goths, Emos, and Anarchists

Furries + Therians

John Leguizamo fans

Neurodivergent folks

Artists any form

Fans of “Sorry Mom”

My fandoms:

ATHF (Aqua Teen Hunger Force)

Metalocalypse

Welcome Home Puppet show

R+J (1996) any other version too

ASTV

TF2

SHH (Strange Hill High)

Warrior Cats

Frankenweenie

One Piece to some extent?

My Welcome Home AUs

Trad goth Wally + Juggalo Barnaby

Thriller AU (WH)

Highschool AU

17 AU

Boundaries:

I am comfortable with;

Being called a Dyke

Tagging me in art (this is heavily encouraged!! Please tag me in any sort of fan content, I’d love to see it!!)

Being referred to with masculine, feminine, and androgynous terms

Being called a creature/thing

DM-ing if we’re mutuals

Romantic or sexually suggestive comments directed at my OCs and AUs if the characters are 20 or older

Headcanoning my OCs/AUs if it doesn’t diverge from the canon too much

N$FW content being made of the Thriller!AU and the Trad goth!Wally + Juggalo!Barnaby AU

Saying KYS in a joking way (just please make it clear it is a joke)

Please ask/inform me, before;

Creating N$FW or heavily sexually suggestive content of my AUs + OCs

Making AI bots of my AUs + OCs (especially if they’re N$FW ones)

DM-ing me if we’re aren’t mutuals unless it’s for a reason other than to say hi

Bringing up sexually suggestive topics, unless I have already told you it is okay (specifically topics that aren’t too heavily explicit, like mentioning sex is okay but please do not go into heavy detail)

Making sexually explicit (like somewhat detailed descriptions of sexual acts) comments about my OCs

I am NOT comfortable with;

Sexually explicit comments/asks directed at me or my personas

Exclusively using She/her for me

Fetishizing/making fetishistic content of my characters

People using my legal name online (please only call me Roxx, Roxxi or Romeo)

Have a good day, Be gay Do crime

[amberrockstar]

listen, this queer person has had a lot of words thrown at zir as slurs. (not just ones to do with queerness either, but i'm going to pretend to have some focus here.) and so if i want to call myself queer, faggot, gay, dyke, or the like, i'm going to do that. the shame isn't in me not being cishet (as implied by the tone of voice when those words were hurled at me as slurs); the shame is in YOU (hopefully not actually you, dear reader) thinking me not being cishet is so shameful a thing that you can use words that literally just mean that as insults.

yep, i do indeed fancy both blokes and lasses. (and gnc people and probably would also hit the right kind of sexy alien or real AI.)

yep, i do indeed reject the gender binary. (have since i was a toddler.)

and it's okay if you don't want me to call you those things, but i am kind of spent on being policed about the language i use for myself. i love the hell out of me, so i'm not using those words to cut myself down. i'm using them to own every bit of my truth.

[lesboscarymarlowe]

pretty boy

part one (2016)

I wanna be a pretty boy with long, soft hair that I can put up in a bun and when people see me they'll say "look at that asshole with the manbun" and I'll laugh because yeah I am that asshole pretty boy with the manbun and it’ll be so wonderful that someone saw me and thought of me as enough of a man to add "man" to a previously gender neutral word, so that it’d be obviously acceptable for a man to have his hair up in a bun.

And I wanna be a pretty boy with a flat chest, a real cock and not this fake one made up of socks that no one would wanna suck on except maybe a fetishist but that's not what I want. Ibwanna be a real pretty boy with real pretty boy parts and not these parts that my mother and doctors and society insist are only for girls even though some boys can have these parts and some girls never have these parts and that's okay.

And I wanna be a pretty boy so all the other pretty boys see me and think "wow I wanna kiss that boy" and it won't just be straight boys who look at me when I walk past in fact straight boys will wanna avoid me because I'll be so pretty they won't be able to stand it they'll have to look away from me and my long, soft hair that's up in a manbun and my soft smile and the glitter that's on my cheeks and my ripped jeans and high heels and red lipstick because I'll be so pretty they'll realize that they aren't straight and that's terrifying for them.

And I wanna be a pretty boy who can take his shirt off at the pool without getting arrested and I wanna feel the water on my bare chest and feel how flat it is while I’m sitting on a reclining chair and covering my chest with sunscreen so I won’t burn and I'll ask my pretty gay boyfriend to put sunscreen on my pretty gay back because I don't want that to get burnt either and he'll laugh and mock me for being so pasty that i need 100 SPF sunscreen and I'll laugh at him and slap his leg and he'll grin and kiss me and the summer sun will shine down on both of our pretty gay bodies as we both can finally have our chests free to the world.

And I wanna be a pretty boy so when I look in the mirror I don't see a silly little girl in instead see a pretty, queer boy with pretty, queer eyes and pretty, queer lips and pretty, queer hair and a pretty, queer body and I want the world to see me as a queer boy and not a slutty girl or a boyish girl or a lesbian or a freakish girl or a quiet girl or whatever it is people see me as I don’t want that all I want is to be the slutty, freakish, quiet, queer, fabulous, nerdy, cute, lovely, ugly, annoying, hot, sparkly, handsome, obsessive, stupid, innocent, scary, pretty boy that I really truly am.

part two (2023)

I love to be a pretty boy, with curly pink hair and a deep voice. I love putting my hairy, DDD tits on display. I love what testosterone has done for my self esteem. I love my slutty outfits, I love my bimbo personality. I love the confusion when people hear my voice. They want oh so desperately to ask if I have a cock— Of course, polite society won’t say it in those words. I won’t tell them that I’ve grown a fat tdick in the past years, of course.

“Are you a transvestite or a real woman?” asked to me on the street. Fear in my heart as I don’t know what the “correct” answer is. I’m afraid of the violence being a pretty boy might bring upon me. Even so, I refuse to let the fear stop me from being who I’ve always meant to be. I might wear mini skirts, but I also wear steel-toed boots. Men will only learn that the hard way if they wanna push their luck.

“I want to be a pretty boy with long, soft hair…” You will, my love, you will be that boy. You will also be a girl, a woman, a man, a tranny, a faggot, a dyke. You will embrace all these parts of yourself and you will love each and every one, no matter what the world thinks of it. You will stop starving yourself and you’ll stop drinking and smoking and, okay, maybe you’ll become a bit of a stoner but that’s okay. You will be okay. You are okay.

And your pretty gay boyfriend is now your pretty gay fiancé and soon he will be your pretty gay husband. You’ll be his pretty boy wife and you’ll love every moment of it. He’ll still make fun of you for how easy you burn, but he’ll also find it hot how much you sweat in the sun (he’s a freak like that).

I am a pretty boy, a pretty girl, a slutty woman, an incorrect man. I am a queer, a tranny, a dyke, a faggot, a lesbian a transexual a homosexual a domme a bimbo a feral a butch a femme a cripple a retard a queer a queer a queer. I am a Jew and I am an atheist (agnostic?) and I love g-d and I hate her. I am everything and I am nothing.

I want to be an elderly dyke, living a long life with my gay little husband. I want to be a cantor, an art historian, a writer and a poet. I want to pursue knowledge until my dying breath. I want to be the queer who helps guide those younger than I, like all the elders who came before me. Who helped guide me, helped me embrace my true self.

I am so much more than I ever thought I could be. I am so, so young but I am excited to grow old. I finally want to die of old age.

When I look in the mirror, I no longer see that same broken reflection that haunted me in my childhood. I see the pretty queer boy with pretty queer eyes and pretty queer lips and pretty queer hair and a pretty queer body that I always knew I could be. I am the slutty, freakish, quiet, queer, nerdy, cute, lovely, ugly, annoying, hot, sparkly, handsome, obsessive, stupid, scary, pretty boygirl that I was always meant to be.

P.S. straight boys still like you, unfortunately:/

[cerulean-chanterelle]

do you know how many time i've died?

hundreds upon hundreds of little deaths, dozens of great burning malaise that left nothing behind. but still you want me to stay as i am, to live in some hollow shell of what you think i am. is it rude of me to change, to love and hate and burn viscous and thick?

was i being antisocial when i forgot that bass? was i not thinking of others when i stopped dance class? was i impolite when i loved a man?

is a single conversation with a failure of a father enough for you to decide i might too cut you from my life? is it a necessary kindness to project another's private life onto what i may do unto you both?

stop trying to keep me from dying. you can't. you can only prolong the pain of me never being the same again. i'm not the boy who won those ribbons. i'm not the boy whose year 6 ponytail sits in that cupboard. i'm not even the same me i was when i cut my own hair, listened to clementine on repeat and said i was making a new me.

i have died a thousand deaths, yes. but i have lived a thousand lives. i'm not the one who sat in that hot-tub with a girl i didn't know. i'm the faggot who loves a man you think i hate because you couldn't give me privacy. i'm the dyke who sleeps with a full moon brightening my life every single night. i'm the tranny who knows what loving hands on your throat feels like. i know so much more than i did and it makes me feel human.

i'm not me only so far as you try and constrain what 'me' is. and just because he's dying and she's being born, doesn't mean i'm not myself, and it certainly doesn't mean i love you any less.

just please realise that i really am autistic, i really am a queer, and i really i am your son. i'm just also your daughter.

please show me you understand.

[menlove]

wait hi i’m so confused i thought only lesbians can reclaim d*ke and only gay men can reclaim faggot? so how can you use both esp if you’re masc? IM CONFUSED IM SORRY this isn’t a hate anon or some shit i’m just so behind on the fuckin. ‘rules’ of tumblr and what the general consensus on slurs are i barely know what i can reclaim my damn self

hi you're all good! and honestly that's part of why I made the post and why the modern lgbt community frustrates me so much bc there is a huge prioritization of "rules" over community, solidarity, lived experience, and just. loving each other. not a diss at you obvs just that it makes us all so nervous about what we can and cannot reclaim and makes others really hostile about it

anyway!

several different answers...

by current lgbt tumblr/tiktok/twitter "rules" a lot of ppl have expanded those to include wlw and mlm, not just gay men and lesbians. I mean say two women are walking down the street holding hands, someone that would call them dykes isn't going to pause and ask if one or more of them is bisexual before using it. as I'm both a wlw and a mlm I'd fit into both. however I don't really jive w this explanation bc it hinges again on "rules" of conduct that I find reductive

another one I've seen that I find a little more nuanced is that if you have had slurs thrown at you and used against you, you can reclaim them. I've been called a dyke and a faggot more times than I can count. but again, I don't jive with this one as much bc does that mean a gay man fortunate enough to never get called a faggot cannot say that word?

the one I find to be the most resonating To Me- for decades and decades of the queer movement, queer women have been saying faggot and queer men have been saying dyke. it's only like really extremely relatively recently that it has been made taboo/wrong/crucifiable for the other group to say it. but if you look it up, there's a lot of early pictures and even well into the 90s pics of men holding up signs along the lines of faggots supporting dykes. and vice versa. this fear of saying these words in our community v much comes from the critically online crowd who doesn't actually go out and interact with their community (not saying you or everyone obviously just the people that push this shit really hard). they would rather squabble over words and slurs and labels than actually doing anything worthwhile.

and just on a personal note, like I said, I'm both a "wlw" and "mlm" although I find those words a little hallow. masculinity =/= sexuality and while I may be butch, that doesn't equate to manhood. even if it did, that's not entirely precluding me from finding community with others I relate to. but I grew up experiencing love for other women as a queer woman. I still do, even though I'm transmasc and use he/him pronouns in every day life (not on here and it's not misgendering to call me she or they, but for my safety I don't advertise any of that irl) but I don't mind being seen as a queer woman, that's deeply a part of how I learned to love in this world. and it got me called dyke. a lot. both when I was identifying as a lesbian, and when I wasn't. on the flipside, however, I am transmasc and butch. I present to the world with a masculine name and most strangers call me "sir" and use he/him for me. my boyfriend is a gay trans man (loosely, they also identify as nonbinary and his relationship to gayness is complicated but that's not my post to make). we are both on hrt and he's had top surgery. when we go out in the world together as a couple, most people see two gay men. we've been called faggots over it (shoutout to the bartender in Detroit for that one). is my experience materially any different than that of a 100% binary trans man getting called a faggot? is the way I present precluding me from being able to say I identify as a queer woman (and man) that loves women in a very queer way? if you look at me, a masculine individual with a beard that gets called a man by strangers and you say I cannot be a woman, what does that say about trans women? if you look at me and say the way that I present to the world doesn't count and doesn't matter, and the way me and my boyfriend conceptualize our relationship isn't right, why is that your business? again, not personal you but general You.

tldr gender is super fucking complicated and messy and so is sexuality and boiling it down to who can say what slurs is honestly really detrimental to our community and all of this is kind of The Point of my post.... and that is not an attack on you at all you're very lovely and I appreciate the message and how sincere it is! and you do not have to agree with me in fact I suspect many people won't. but that's okay. at the end of the day, this community isn't about agreeing with everyone. it's about protecting ourselves and our siblings from harm and loving each other.

[glitchdollmemoria]

a year ago i was so repressed about being multigender and felt like i had to hide my femininity to be taken seriously as a man. and since then ive become so much more comfortable in also being a woman, and ive found so much joy in androgyny, and ive realized that yes i am allowed to say that my gender is fluid between butch and fem because its the truth, and ive been growing to love all the different ways that my gender and my sexuality intersect - im into men as a man and as a woman, im into women as a woman and as a man, im into nonbinary people in such a messy and beautiful way. there are so many boxes people try to apply to the queer community to make us "make sense", to make us more palatable. but my own queerness is messy and confusing and i like it that way. i like making people feel uncertain.

and all of this self discovery has led up to a few moments ago. ive called myself a faggot for years, but ive only recently started reclaiming the word dyke, and even then ive had a part of my brain questioning if that was "wrong". but now, im realizing, that word signifies more to me than my sapphic attraction to women. it absolutely signifies that, but theres another layer to it - it signifies the reclamation of my womanhood, it signifies me spitting in the face of the binary, the face of the idea that i need to be a woman without also being a man or that i need to give up my womanhood in order to be a man. fuck that, im both. and the same can be applied to calling myself a fag - my manhood and my queer attraction to men is not diminished by being a woman. im a lady in my own way, im a guy in my own way, im a fag and a dyke and i dont conform to jack shit. ive been alienated from myself but im bridging the gap and taking every piece of my identity back from the people who tried to lock it behind expectations i could never truly meet.