Miranda. 22. Useless wastrel who daydreams in sequins, comic book expressions and musical numbers.
You might know me from that one glasses meme.
Prone to posting feminist quotes, various and varying babes, items of the literary and comic nerd culture and the more than occasional tentacle.
Any reaction images/gifs I post (unless they are of my face) are almost definitely not mine.
I’m not making a Christmas list this year, but (aside from the lack of nerdery), if I was making one, this list would be pretty damn accurate.
ViaEarrings from Catbird:
The Loved One Lingerie:
Hopeless Lingerie:
Wild Unknown Tarot Deck:
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queerslimyvag:
[LGBT Muslims - Yes, we exist!]
this is all sorts of great
When Islamophobic, racist, xenophobic “allies” and gay (white) people claim that Muslims are homophobic or that Islam is Islamophobic or that the so-called Muslim / Arab world are unsafe for gay people, they are erasing the existence of gay, lesbian, queer, intersex, and transgender Muslims. YES they exist, too, and YES homosexuality exists in the “Muslim world,” too!](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ma53vxuNS61r5vljio1_500.jpg)
[LGBT Muslims - Yes, we exist!]
this is all sorts of great
When Islamophobic, racist, xenophobic “allies” and gay (white) people claim that Muslims are homophobic or that Islam is Islamophobic or that the so-called Muslim / Arab world are unsafe for gay people, they are erasing the existence of gay, lesbian, queer, intersex, and transgender Muslims. YES they exist, too, and YES homosexuality exists in the “Muslim world,” too!
(Source: bougiegal)
Via Better Than YouVia megan rosalarian gedrisMy dad has no idea that it’s Pride weekend, but this morning began with some sagely advice over coffee:
“Do what you love, and love who you love. I’m proud of you already.”I’m the oldest child and a first and a half generation immigrant to the United States, and my parents were very young when they had me. I’m starting to realize what that means.
When I came out to my parents, they reacted with a lot of fear. I initially misinterpreted that fear as homophobia, that they were didn’t understand or were afraid of my sexual orientation.
As it turns out, they were just reacting out of fear for my life. They came to the United States when I was a baby. My mother was 22 - she was my age. Speaking very little English and having to figure out how to support a family in the United States, they experienced an incredible amount of racism and anti-immigrant sentiment in their first few years in Minnesota. They wanted their sons to grow up as Americans, speaking the language and understanding the culture so we wouldn’t have to go through all of that in our own lives. Perhaps then, our identities would not be so politicized and we could go about our lives in peace.
And so my coming out was met with an exasperation, a sudden resurfacing of a fear that they thought to be long-buried. Just when they thought their boys could be free to navigate the American cultural landscape as full-fledged, respected citizens, another identity pops up that would relegate their older son to second-class status in the eyes of a lot of people.
They spent much of our childhoods being a little controlling, and there had been a hefty bit of tension between us back then. My parents had only just gotten comfortable with me when I went to high school. When we were little, they were worried that either of their sons could be the next Vincent Chin. Just when that fear subsided, it was replaced with a fear that I could be another Matthew Shepard. That’s why they were afraid and angry - we live in an area where the school district experienced eight LGBT-related student suicides in two years (2010-2011). My neighbors and peers tended to be white, religious, Christian conservatives. They know that.
It’s been a few years, and things have settled down a bit. But before every time I apply for a job, before every time I go out, before every time I go on a trip, my dad takes me aside for a chat. He warns me that the world is a dangerous place for me. He tells me to protect myself, to keep secrets. He’ll spend a good forty minutes reiterating that the world is dangerous and that I could find myself at the mercy of people who will hate me.
I used to get so sick of the ‘soliloquy of imminent doom.’ I’d heard it hundreds of times over the years, and as a teenager the repetition came off as condescension. Nowadays, I can see the weariness in his eyes as he’s telling me all this. My dad is a powerful man - a master kickboxer and tournament champion several times over in his youth, he’s accustomed to taking on the world as a fighter, and he has the scars and the physique to prove it. But when he talks to me before every time I leave the house, he looks so feeble.
He’s not lecturing me - he’s imploring me. He is begging me to do everything that I can to come home safe because he knows he’s completely powerless to protect me like he used to.
Today is the International Day Against Homophobia. Let’s use it to fight against heterosexism, transphobia, cissexism, and all other forms of oppression.
:D GUYS. GUYYYYS. ASEXUALLLLSSS. OUR FLAG WAS INCLUDED!
I like that it says ‘be human. No special ally cookies for us, just be decent everyone.’
Via "And how should I presume?"
When I told a group of rowdy straight people to calm down and respect the space they were in (The Eagle, Atlanta, a gay men’s leather bar), they asked why they “couldn’t be there like anyone else.” I explained that this was our place, that they could go anywhere in the city. So this straight boy leans close to my face - really close, his mouth centimeters from my mouth - and menacingly says, “you’re place is on your knees, bitch.”So naturally I pushed him away by his shoulders, used my nails to claw the side of his neck, and pulled him by his shirt back to me - then I crushed my half full PBR can in his face. Not the side of his face - the square middle, I felt his nose under the tin. He ran away. My queers started brawling with his straight friends and then we went to IHOP and ate french fries and laughed about it.
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This fierce queer is the love of my life. I’ve never been more proud than I was on that night.
Best story evvvaaaar, I fangirl grrlyman and femmetrash so hard.
I love it!
I still argue that bisexual women who are in more heterosexual relationships than homosexual ones, are currently in a non-poly het relationship, and still want to flag if only for the purpose of making friends and a wish to participate in community are completely welcome to flag.
And I wonder why anyone might object to that, or dismiss the femme flagging these things as “Lesbian until graduation,” “Bisexual until graduation,” “only bi to get my boyfriend the threesome he wants.” Why erase bisexual women in non-poly heteromantic relationships? Is it because friendship is trivial or some kind of consolation prize or something equally fucked up? If “not looking for romance or sex, but am femme and queer, how you doing” is ever seriously considered to be ruining everything about femme flagging, I have to ask - have you thought about the implications of that?
Something that has been said on the forum over and over is that flagging for sexual activity is not consent, and that a colour/finger position/glitter code for Not looking for sex is important, and that flagging to signal that you are a survivor of sexual violence is importan. These are only a few ways in which femme flagging wants to be differently nuanced from the terribly male approach of the hanky code.
So while rgr-pop was disrespectful, inappropriate, and hostile, her “ironic” question needs to be taken seriously for the benefit of queer femme women who want to flag as queer and are looking for friends and community for all the reasons she might have to flag that don’t lead directly to sex and or romance.
On an individual level, if you encounter a woman flagging anything, ultimately you get to decide if you want to try interacting or not, and it’s perfectly okay to decide not to approach a woman who is flagging that she’s not looking for sex or romance, just as it’s perfectly okay to decide not to approach a woman who is flagging that she *is* looking for sex are romance. On the collective level I think it’s important to remember that we all have our own stories about our sexuality, and that you can be a queer femme in a lot of different ways.
(Source: rgr-pop)
Via femme flagging
