-josie edwards🥀Url Change: Formerly forfearthatyoufindout,youretoosweetforme
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Someone was asking in a thread what kind of people could work for ICE right now.
I think it's a good time to remember that the image above are the people who put children into gas chambers.
When I was little, I asked what kind of person could work at a concentration camp.
The answer to both questions I think is "normal people who have accepted the dehumanization of another group of people."
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letter from a mother of a gay man. sent to ONE magazine, 1958.
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This post was flagged as adult content and the original poster was deactivated so I'm bringing it back.
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gildan heavy cotton my darling
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they need to bring back homophobic yaoi
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PARIS WAS NOT NAMED AFTER PARIS HILTON YOU DIPSHIT
source?
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i cannot wait until july 18 for fletcher and whenever xana decides to release. cannot do it
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dont love me like a fucking brother!!!!!
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dont love me like a fucking brother!!!!!
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dont love me like a fucking brother!!!!!
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mercury & pocketknives
it’s a careful kind of love. syrup on fingers, feet on eggshells, treading oh so carefully. i can see the sunsets, the colours in broad, streaking brushstrokes across the sky, and the stars slowly blinking alive. we love like dull pocketknives. we slice open plastic film and soft fruit, but skin is indistinguishable from steel. instead of blood there is rust, still metallic but not so meaningful. our love is that of candles carefully pinched out with dampened fingers. walking into a room and seeing you causes thermometers to shatter, sending mercury dripping down the wall, shimmering silver. the liquid, in all its painful glory, seems to drip off every word. somehow, the cracked earth below remains dry.
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when i think about what it means to be queer, i think about resting my head on my best friend's lap in the high school cafeteria when i was unbearably sick but had to come to school anyways because it was finals week, and i remember that a few weeks earlier he told me he might be bisexual because he thought me and Brendan Urie were really hot, and i remembering thinking this guy thinks i'm hot and here i am pale and sweaty, head in his lap in front of the whole school
when i think about being queer, i think about the time i had to present at the school science fair, and i started hyperventilating in my room looking at myself in the mirror wearing men's dress clothes; i think about my boyfriend at the time texting the head of the school's queer spectrum alliance club about it, and how 10 minutes later i had 12 different outfits from 12 different students to choose from to wear instead, no questions asked
when i think about being queer i think about getting so caught up in a make-out session in the woods with a friend that we lost track of time and i ended up being 10 minutes late to physics the day before our midterm and had to ask to borrow a pencil and paper to take notes. i got a 93 on that midterm btw
when i think about being queer i think about how i didn't want to watch a movie alone, and one 16 hour date and 5 years later, i'm engaged to one of the most incredible men i've ever met
when i think about being queer, i think about how in April of 2020, after being kicked out of my college dorms due to covid, i told my friend, a nonbinary lesbian married to a transgender man, that i couldn't handle getting misgendered at home anymore, in less than an hour i was in their car, on my way to the house they were living at, where they said i could stay as long as i needed
when i think about being queer, i think about how when that ended up not being true, when the owner of that house kicked me out, i texted my now and also then ex boyfriend, and again, in less than an hour, i was in a car, on my way to his house where i could stay as long as i needed.
when i think about being queer, i think about a few months later, sitting at his kitchen table, him calling me a motherfucker because i accidentally tugged too hard emptying his drains from top surgery. sorry about that, btw
when i think about being queer, i think about trying to give my fiance his first T shot and it turning into a multi day ordeal because the pharmacy gave him the wrong needles, but ultimately my sister in law was able to do it for him. i think about how for the past year i've driven him to Park West pharmacy, owned and operated by trans people, and they've given him his shot because he doesn't like doing it himself.
when i think about being queer, i think about the road trip i took a few years ago to visit my friends, and even though we're mostly all "queer content creators" to the outside world, we didn't end up creating any content at all; we hung out, i slept on their couches, they bought me food, we played games, and we were happy
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