#queer holidays

[justalittlesolarpunk]

Fuck it, I’m suggesting a new day for the queer calendar: trans futures day. TDOV is a relic from another time and TDOR is vitally important but deeply emotionally distressing. Trans people deserve a day to celebrate our successes, our community, our joy, our resilience, our potential. As a solarpunk, I’m passionate about imagining better futures for all of us and a good future includes happy, thriving trans people who are beloved and valued members of their community and have self-determination over their gender expression and personal lives.

TFD could be all about inspiring trans youth about the adults they can become, celebrating growing older while trans, trans people working in progressive politics, the environmental sector, community organising, utopian storytelling and the cutting edge of new advances in science and technology, you name it.

As a date I propose 26th July - if I’ve mathsed right (always a gamble lol) that’s the day exactly halfway between TDOV and TDOR.

Who do I talk to about making it real? 😅

[thefrogginbullfish]

"Green"

PS the lucky beanie was a loan from aro and they do expect it back at some point.

[darlingillustrations]

I think holidays are hard. They are "supposed" to be these happy times, but they are riddled with complications: memories of happy times that are no more, of *people* we no longer have around, of pains that are past or, too often, present. Holidays are hard because life is hard, and everything gets magnified when there is the added pressure to be "special." Even so, there are moments of tenderness. There is always the hope of pushing forward, of finding new things to believe in after overwhelming loss, of finding new people to build a sense of found family with. Life is temporary. But I am thankful. I have my art. And I have you. So let's sit in this little corner together and be thankful we found each other. We are lucky enough to keep putting ourselves out into this wild and treacherous world. I hope you are able to experience some kindness on this day. Sending you all little slivers of my love.

3m

[gods-for-a-dollar]

New years is inherently a queer holiday. Watching balls drop? that’s gay. Staying up too late drinking champagne? what in the 1960s gay speakeasy. Kissing the person next to you at midnight? It’s probably your same-gender friend, that’s gay. All joining along in a song like you’re in a romcom musical? I don’t even gotta tell you how bisexual theater kid that is.

[confused-sprout]

All of the queer cousins encircling the trumpers chanting gay marriage in spooky ghost voices 10/10 christmas dinner.

[gaydarlove]

Adam & Max 👬

[alienbycomics]

A comic I made last holiday season! Oldie but goodie

[drchucktingle]

Trevor’s Hanukkah has been a fun ordeal, packed with delicious food and great conversation, but now he’s exhausted and his family is begging him to spin the dreidel. Trevor finally gives in and ends up the big winner, collecting more foil-covered chocolate coins than he knows what to do with.

This is Hanukkah gelt, and Trevor’s not convinced that the taste of these old, cheap chocolate coins will be any good. He gives them all back except for one, but when Trevor realizes his snack is sentient, a whole new set of problems arise.

Now Trevor is awkwardly playing host to his living gelt, but as the night goes on the two of them begin to notice there more blossoming between them then just hunger for a snack… there’s a hunger for some dick.

This erotic tale is 4,000 words of sizzling human on gay living Hanukkah gelt action, including anal, blowjobs, rough sex, and sentient chocolate coin love.

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happy hanukkah buds enjoy new tingler POUNDED BY THE HANUKKAH GELT I WON PLAYING DREIDEL THAT I THOUGHT I’D NEVER EAT BUT NOW I’M SEEING IN A WHOLE NEW LIGHT BECAUSE IT’S TWO IN THE MORNING AND I’M HUNGRY out now on amazon and patreon

this is the single version of one of the new stories featured in holiday paperback GREAT GIFT FOR BUCKAROOS

[rantsintechnicolor]

Adopted for TG (updated)

It’s Thanksgiving. For a while there, my family dominated the holidays, but after a few years we decided we would go to W’s parents in OC for Thanksgiving and my family for Christmas, because my young cousins were less annoying and better behaved than W’s young nephews. We haven’t been much to the OC due to W’s dad’s prison drama and the pandemic. (Oh, and because they love Trump.) We haven’t been going anywhere really, with the business being so new and a few of W’s migraines having the worst timing.

These days we make the conscious decision to stay so our business may benefit from any Black Friday revelers, like lots of small businesses. It’s sort of a crucial move, because funds are depleted after the harvest, and we hope very much to limp into the new year, hope very hard to see gains, hope very hard that this will get easier.

So for TG, we try to get adopted. Our favorite family, our first choice, did indeed adopt us. The Rs. We go camping with them every year at the Kern River. We were in a band with P. C is our best friend and we see her every week. We have been part of the family for many, many years. 

And it was all going to be fine and relaxing with the following folk: 

P-- grandpa

D-- grandma

S-- son of P and D

C-- daughter of P and D

G-- husband of C

O-- grandson, son of C and G, age 5

and then us. 

Now, Ch is coming with Da and their three girls. So that’s:

Ch-- son of P and D

Da-- wife of Ch

Sa-- granddaughter, child of Ch and Da, age 16

V-- granddaughter, child of Ch and Da, age 13

A-- granddaughter, child of Ch and Da, age 7?8?9?

AND I-- Sa’s boyfriend. 

Ch is P and D’s eldest son. There are hard feelings between P and Ch-- they do not speak and the grandparents rarely have access to their granddaughters. We have been instructed not to mention Covid because Ch has some very strong opinions about it. (C says, “Ch says it’s (covid) not a thing.”) Also, that we are not to grill I and scare him. 

Wha?! Now. Fair. P and Ch think they are right about everything so they won’t back down if they have strong opinions. And this is a rare occasion when P gets to spend time with his granddaughters and we should work hard to see it doesn’t get spoiled. Still, I hate to have my speech restricted. And honestly, if we wanted to hang around conservative folk and listen to some trumpy shit, we would have visited W’s folks in OC.

Grilling this kid I? Is that like roasting? I don’t even know this kid. Why would I want to grill or roast him? Do they mean interrogate? (I have been known to be an aggressive asker of questions.) How do you learn about someone if you don’t ask questions?! Maybe I shouldn’t even ask questions, because this is probably not the first or the last boyfriend Sa will ever have, if we are being real. For peace, maybe I should just say hello, how are you, what’s your favorite color, and forget him. 

So that’s 6+2+5+1. It’s not the small intimate family gathering I was hoping for. It has grown to a rather monstrous size for today’s standards-- or my standards of today. Fourteen, which includes a guy who doesn’t think Covid is a thing. Can I still be gay at this party?! 

Our hosts are wonderful people. They are as intuitive as they are kind and generous. We will be eating outside to contend with Ch’s Covid denial. I will avoid the situations that cause me stress. And C says I can dress like a vampire and talk about all the gay shit I want, so at least I will be having fun in the garden sipping all the bubbling wine, looking picturesque and unapproachable. Maybe I’ll play cribbage with S.

I’ll let you know how it goes.

UPDATE: it went fine. The teenagers ignored us and we carefully monitored our alcohol intact so as to keep our contentious opinions where they needed to be. When the contentious contingent took their leave, we gave thanks for the people in are lives with whome we can speak to openly and respectfully even though we don't always agree.

[comix-by-chloe]

Leatherdyke holiday card

[effervescentcvnt]

imagine teasing your tentacled spellcaster monster partner all the time when you go on a date: you’re wearing skimpy clothes that show more skin than they cover, not to mention that you aren’t wearing any underwear. you’re constantly touching them just a little bit too close to their sensitive spots “on accident” and whispering naughty things in their ear in public. you want to make them go wild with lust until they snap and have their way with you.

“keep this up and you’ll be in a world of trouble when we get home,” they warn you, their voice low and raspy. 

you look into their eyes, feigning innocence. “what’s ‘this’? i’m not doing anything,” you reply, grinning inwardly because you know that they’re already getting riled up because of you. 

as the two of you are sitting at the restaurant, you let your foot brush up against theirs under the table and then drag it upwards towards their crotch. that almost makes them drop the glass of wine that they were holding and they shoot a heated glare at you as you smile back softly. because of their keen senses, they can smell your arousal as your slick drips onto your clothes. you continue tormenting them all throughout the night, pressing the sole of your shoe against their crotch and rubbing slowly, licking the dessert off of your spoon in a way that is certainly too lewd for a public setting and bending forward in your seat so that they can catch a glimpse of your chest as you’re talking.

when you finally go back home, your beloved monster is fuming, sexually frustrated and ready to ravish you. they’re so much bigger and stronger than you so it’s easy for them to pick you up and throw you on the bed. they’re on you in an instant, their tentacles firmly pinning you down against the mattress. 

“is this what you wanted? to tease me until i have to punish you?” they growl.

you shake your head in disagreement, all while knowing that both of you have agreed on a certain word that’ll stop everything if you truly don’t wish to continue. “it was just supposed to be a bit of fun! don’t punish me, i’m sorry!” you yelp.

“oh, you will be,” they snarl.

before you even know what’s happening, they cast a spell on you, a glowing brand in the shape of a heart appearing just above your pubic hair. the symbol warms your skin, the familiar heat of arousal settling between your legs.

“what the fuck did you do to me?!” you shriek.

“you’ll see,” they simply say, malice apparent in their voice. they bend down, smiling at you with their sharp teeth flashing in the dim light of your bedroom. they lick at your lips with their long, forked tongue, urging you to part them. the moment that you do, they plunge their tongue in, giving you a sloppy, wet kiss that makes you moan into their mouth.

your partner is blessed with both a pussy and a cock, and they intend to use you thoroughly to sate their every need. they press your head against the pillows and mount your face, and immediately you begin working them over, kissing and sucking their clit and occasionally teasing the opening of their pussy with your tongue as their heavy cock rests on your forehead, already leaking precum. their tentacles hold you down, immobilising you, rubbing every sensitive part of your body at once. they grind their hips and let out breathy, appreciative moans when you pleasure them with your mouth and soon enough, they whine in ecstasy and they squirt all over your face, drenching you in their juices.

they manhandle you into a mating press, first slipping their lubed fingers inside you, stretching your hole and preparing you for their cock. you’re already hoping for an orgasm as they split you open on their cock. after they’ve worked their cock into you fully, they ravage you fast and hard, panting in pleasure. all you can do is lay there wrapped up in tentacles, eagerly sucking on your  fingers when they explore your mouth. you can feel your orgasm approaching fast, and just when you are about to fall over the edge, you… can’t. the pleasure keeps cresting, yes, but you cannot finish. you whimper in confusion and wiggle your hips although you cannot move much. your partner notices your distress and chuckles at your predicament.

“the spell i have cast makes it impossible for you to cum,” they explain. “you’ll only be allowed release if or when i decide that you’ve been punished enough.”

you howl when you slowly comprehend their words. “please no, please let me cum! agh- i’m sorry for teasing you! i’m sorry, fuck, please stop, release me!!” you beg but your pleas fall on deaf ears.

your monster’s cock still pounding at the sweetest of your spots and you’re sure that if they were to pull out, your hole would gape. their tentacles stroke you in a loving way that creates a sharp contrast to the rough fucking yet the pleasure they bring is unbearable.

it’s absolute hell, to be kept there with no release in sight while your darling beast uses you for all you’re worth. you can feel your hole throbbing, and you’re leaking everywhere, making such a mess of yourself. the torture is seemingly endless, and your partner ends up pumping load after load into your fluttering, denied hole. they kiss you again, all tongue and teeth, their unnaturally long tongue thrusting in and out of your mouth. it feels as if your lower body is on fire, and the unending stimulation has you constantly feeling like you’re ready to explode yet you can’t. your tummy bulges with both their thick cock and the amount of cum that your beast has spilled inside.

they’re not completely heartless, though, and eventually they release you from their spell. 

they spoil you with countless orgasms until you’re drooling and your eyes lose focus, mercilessly ripping your pleasure from you.

when you’re done, they clean you up gently and offer you a snack and water, making sure you're okay. they wrap their arms and tentacles around you, holding you close to them as the both of you drift off to peaceful sleep.

[avenpt]

As the holidays are upon us, sometimes it's difficult to be aspec during this time, when family questions every area of our identities. "When will you have a boyfriend/girlfriend?" "Where are our grandkids?" Etc. etc.

Remember, you aren't alone. We're here for you. Wishing you all the best during this time, which may be wonderful or may be stressful. You are valid! ♥

[nousanti]

Season's greasons everybody!

it's fackin cold out

[her-stars]

Merry Christmas sapphics 🫶🏾🖤🎄

[aubryjoi]

Winter long friend 💙❄️

Meet Chilly the winter long cat! These enamel pins will be available in my shop on 11/18 ☃️

[fernpellerin]

yellow and sadness go together