Androgyne Positivity

gojira007:

elistodragonwings:

sirfrogsworth:

I graduated high school in 99.

There was a student at our school named Wayne.

Wayne was gay. It was obvious. He was unable to stay in the closet even if he wanted to. To make matters worse, he was also Black. From a bullying standpoint, that was not a great combo. Both Black and white students made fun of him relentlessly. He was ostracized from the only community that may have given him protection. Only us theater kids stuck up for him, but not to significant effect.

Wayne was bullied so much that at one point he finally snapped and attacked his bullies with a lunch tray. I was actually seated in perfect line of sight and just sat there chewing my soggy fries in stunned silence. It didn’t even seem real as I was witnessing it. The image of him wailing on his main bully as the food on his tray flew off is permanently logged into my long term memory.

The bully he attacked had blood all over his face and went straight to the nurse. Other than superficial cuts, he was not injured.

Before the attack, Wayne went to teachers for help.
He went to guidance counselors for help.
He went to the principals for help.

He did all of the things you were supposed to do. No one helped him. They wagged a finger at the bullies and warned them to stop.

Wayne’s lunch tray melee was the only thing that worked. His bullies stayed far away from him. But a week later Wayne was expelled and the bullies were given no punishment.

So… no.

No one in my school talked about being trans.

Because the only way to survive being openly queer was to bash people with a lunch tray.

There’s also the fact that I think a lot of people didn’t have the knowledge of the context that would explain what they were experiencing and thus couldn’t talk about it in those terms. It doesn’t mean they didn’t feel it, it just meant they didn’t know how to understand or express what they were feeling.

But I know people who absolutely expressed a confusion about their sense of self that later became very clear when they realized being gay or transgender was a thing.

^ This, exactly.

I was born in ‘94. I was friends with a transman in my class. And that was years before I even realized I was trans. He was the only trans person I had ever met. Before him, I had never even known it was an option. He was incredibly brave, and I remember how proud he was of himself. And thank fuck his parents approved of him. I can’t imagine how he would have kept up his confidence in public if not for that. But I’m sure he was bullied. He never talked about it, but we went to a big school. I’m sure it probably happened. But people don’t talk about it.

I had several friends who later came out as trans for the same reason that I did:

It wasn’t safe at home, it wasn’t safe at school, it was barely even safe in my own mind. And there were plenty of suicides at my school. We all knew what our options were. So we tried to just keep looking ahead, even when we couldn’t see any kind of future, or consider any kind of personal truth. Just surviving. That’s all I ever wanted, because that’s all I could possibly imagine.

And now that I’m almost 29, I’m no longer just surviving. And I still remember the day I had lied to my mother and said in an uncomfortable laugh, “oh I could never be attracted to girls” and without skipping a beat, she said, “Oh thank God” in the most disgusted tone, or how she laughed at me when I asked her to respect the pronouns my other friend who had just recently come out as trans, only for her to laugh at me and tell me 'no’. I still remember how my classmates relentlessly smack-talked our gym instructor for “looking like a lesbian” because of her buzz cut and her gaunt figure. She was fighting cancer. And she died my senior year. I don’t think she was queer, but did it even matter?

The person who wrote that tweet either ignored the evidence, or was a bully herself. I wouldn’t buy her words for one fucking penny.

distantvoices:

By Aytekin Yalçın for Carnale Room April 2023

the-evil-clergyman:

Illustrations form Lysistrata by Norman Lindsay (1930)

bookgeekgrrl:

dailyflicks:

BRENDAN FRASER AS GEORGE
GEORGE OF THE JUNGLE (1997) Dir. Sam Weisman

#george is the himbo of all time - the himbo to which all others aspire#the ur-himbo#<— prev tags have it#he is SO hot and SO dumb and SO kind and no one will ever be hotter and dumber and kinder (@nonasuch)

thebisquid:

kenas-artstuff:

nerdylilpeebee:

sparklyaxolotlstudent:

whowasntthere:

tohdaryl:

daryltohblogs:

thranduilland:

lucid-luck:

I want one of those scenes in a dude bro film where “tomboy” chick has to wear a dress to go undercover or whatever, but instead of the guys drooling as she walks down the stairs, they’re like “k. U need to stop. Go put the cargo pants back on. You look super uncomfortable and awkward in that. Brutus, you go be the fake prostitute.”

I’m just imagining this super ripped guy called Brutus being like ‘YESSS!!! I’VE ALWAYS WANTED TO BE THE FAKE PROSTITUTE!! Now is my time to shine!!’

so I got inspired… and had to make a comic….

*wipes away a single tear* Yes.

Miss Congeniality, but with The Rock instead of Sandra Bullock

He looks so ready. XD

“My time has come.”

Plot twist she’s his bodyguard

I specifically went back through my reblogs to find these

hijab-described:

cryany:

Wedding goals 🕊️

[ID: Photograph of a person with light skin wearing a multi-layered white dress and niqab, white transparent gloves, and a golden diadem. They are photographed from the side, with their back turned slightly closer to the camera. /end ID]

bigtrashfire:

baddingtonbitch:

obsessed

Apex predator

that-stone-butch:

🛠️ toolbelt selfie 2 ft. proper PPE 🛠️

he/him (butch lesbian)