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Not my writing, but a pretty picture i took when going to the capital city of my country (i live on the opposite side) :)
HELL YEAAAH ❤️❤️❤️
Trying to prove a point to my transphobic parents
Reblog if trans men are REAL, VALID AND HANDSOME MEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS
Reblog if trans women are REAL, VALID, AND BEAUTIFUL WOMEN, NO MATTER HOW THEY CHOOSE TO PASS
And finally, because it's a part of my argument for this point, and also because they are,
Reblog if nonbinary and genderqueer people in general, are REAL, VALID, AND GORGEOUS PEOPLE, NO MATTER HOW THEY PASS
guys i just did a lil uquiz for myself to figure out what gender i am that day, and it got couple of takes and i just looked at them for fun and this fucking thing popped up 😭 what the actual fuck
ITS PRIDE MONTH BABYY
I just wanted to say that whatever you are, you are valid, loved and respected <3 🏳️🌈
Sorry folk that i havent been posting that much, but the end of the school year is coming and a fuck ton of tests with it, so i really need to study, but the next chapter should come out on sunday, like always :)
As a genderfluid person from a very religious and queerphobic family and country, parental support is really important. The only supportive members of my family are my dad and my cousin. I haven't came out to my dad, but I plan to. My whole friendgroup is just "respect, but don't support", and the only supportive friend is my best friend, that I've came out to. Every day, I see signs on bilboards that are homophobic, transphobic and republican. The only support I get is from my best friend. And I wanted to kill myslef so many times because I thought: "Well there surely must be a reason why they want me gone. Maybe I should just kill myself. Maybe it would be just better, for me and for them". But I had someone to talk to, my best friend. We laughed at them, we cursed at them and we were both angry at them. I had someone, so it didnt hurt that much. Please, parents, accept your kids. They're your kids. Don't let their friends or the internet raise them.
This is why it’s so important for parents to support their trans kids.
Im at school and I love how the homophobic girls are singing heather by conan gray not knowing its actually gay as fuck like. Am I gonna tell them? No. Am I gonna laugh to myslef? Hell yeah.
By the way, the chapter might come out next week because I have a lot to do at school and shit soo. Sorryy :( But youre going to fucking LOVE it. I GUARANTEE.
I WIISH i was oout 😭 these are GORGEOUS.
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I saw how some of you liked my idea, so heres a lil story about an aroallo girl :) hope you like it
They dont like me
Why?
Question that flies through my head every day. Every time I get to think, I ask myself: Why do they hate me? Every time I see the way they look at me, the way they talk about me.
Is it because they think I'm a whore?
Probably.
The thing is that I'm aroallo.
And now that I'm sitting in my classroom, with the teacher looking disgusted every time he looks at me, with my classmates who don't even try to look at me, I wonder. How do they know?
I never told anyone. Not one person. Not even Sara.
Ah fuck.
I shouldn't have thought about her.
Even though I don't want to, I look at her. And she's looking at me. I can't read what her face says, I was never good at it.
We look into each other's eyes for a moment, and then I look away.
She is fucking gorgeous. And the pain she causes me, god.
I try to listen to the teacher, but he is talking about history. I hate history. I signed up for this class just because Sara did.
But then you had to fuck up.
I sigh, but to my misfortune, it was loud. Too loud for my teacher's liking.
He turns around quickly from the board, and he immediately knows it was me. “Well, Miss Silver. Do you find this class boring?”
Oh how I wanted to tell him the truth. “No, sir.”
“Then. Repeat the sentence I just said.”
I close my eyes for a moment, trying not to sigh again. “I don't know sir.”
“Why?”
That's what I would like to know.
“I guess I wasn't paying attention.”
He narrows his eyes. “Figured. Detention, Miss Silver. This is the third time this week.”
I bite my tongue. “Okay, sir.”
He turns to the board again, and I make a grimace at his back.
Now to Saras misfortune, she saw me and laughed.
The teacher puts the chalk angrily down and turns to her, all red in his face. “Miss Walker. What is it you're laughing about?”
She shakes her head. “Nothing sir.”
“That's it. Detention for you too, Miss Walker.”
Oh fuck me.
***
We meet outside his class. We try not to look at each other.
Mister Fenish walks up to us. “Well ladies. Looks like it will be just you two today. Go to the classroom, I am going to get my afterschool coffee. I'll be back in five minutes.”
He unlocks the room for us and we get in.
I sit on a desk and pin my eyes to the ground. Sara does the same, opposite of me. We both know we have to talk.
“I'm sorry,” I say first. “I wasn't going to…use you.”
She laughs to herself. “It looked like it.”
“I promise I didn't want to.”
She sighs. “Im sorry too. I…I heard the rumors. About you being…aroallo.”
I lean onto my hands. “I wonder how it got out.”
She now sits beside me. “I think James started the rumor.”
I roll my eyes. “James. That little fucker.”
Sara now laughs out loud.
“But how'd he know?” she thinks.
I nudge her in her shoulder. “I think that's not the most important question. Not right now.”
She rests her head on mine. “And what is?”
“I-”
I don't get to say, because Mister Fenish comes in. When he sees us, he folds his arms. “Good lord, ladies. You have dozens of chairs around, and you choose to sit on the desk? How barbaric. Get down, now. I will be right back.”
He leaves again.
We don't get off the desk.
“I hate him,” Sara sighs.
“Yeah, fuck him.”
“But. I…I want to say sorry. That I just…threw you away after that night. I really didn't know what to do.”
“It's okay, I didn't either.”
“Soo…we're good now?”
I laugh into her shoulder. “Hell yeah we are.”
She is quiet for a few minutes. “Listen…I know you're not like…romantically interested in me. I get it. But I don't see in your mind. So if there, one day, would be a chance, that we could…”
She leaves the question hanging in the air.
“You mean…go on a date?”
She shrugs. “One day.”
I tilt my head back from laughter. “Jesus, this is the lamest way to ask someone out. I love it. I would love to go.”
She snorts.
The teacher comes back in. “Girls, I am going to give you another detention if you wont get off that desk right now.”
We slide off and sit in the chairs before his desk.
For the rest of the hour we laugh, talk and I try to explain to her everything about being aroallo.
Well. Maybe there is one person that actually likes me.
Hope you liked the story, and comment which sexuality/gender you would like to see next :))
so guys I got this idea, and I know its not pride month anymore, but during june i didnt have any time because of tests and shit, so Im asking now if you would want this: i would write a short story about one sexuality or gender. i dont know if every day, but ill try. you guys can comment what gender/sexuality you want next. would you like that?
this is also a way for me and other people to get to know the lgbtqia+ comunity better, sooo let me know :)
came hom from school and what the FHUCK is that
cuz nope i aint playin with that shit
finally finished drawing the bookmarks :)
here are the things i copied:
credits to the artists!!
if you guys were wondering what i do all day that i cant write a single short story? reading.
want to know what im reading, that will explain why i didnt stop reading?
earth is online.
its such a good novel. go check it out.
(also global examinatioooonnnn)
going to cinema to beetlejuice, and the outfit...guys, i fear im eating
(also wearing my homemade binder for the first time in public so im really excited)
(i swear it looks much better irl)