If Your Friend Asks You To Misgender Them In Front Of Their Family, Do It. If Your Friend Asks You To

when I get cured of my dyspraxia, it's OVER for all of you (satire)

reblog if you’re one of them queers 💪💪💪

i am being a hater, and i am being queer, and i am being autistic at a family event (and i am not the one who is the problem)

i propose that instead of pride month, we have queer year (queer people are treated like actual people all year long)

"I don't want people te be worried about me, there's nothing to worry about. I don't want people to try and understand why I am the way I am, because I should be the first person to understand that, and I don't understand yet. I don't want people to interfere. I don't want people in my head picking out this and that permanently picking up the broken pieces of me."

– Solitaire, Alice Oseman.

Relatable.

me now making silly headcanon that when a trans kid is trying to cover up what their wearing from their maybe strict transphobic family:

transmasckid: *covering up some of exposure of their binder with their shirt collar*

mom and dad: what are you doing? what is that-

kid: *panicking* I'M SPIDERMAN

m&d: ....

kid: ....

m&d: ..... spiderman better go do the dishes to live here and not end up a homeless superhero then.

transfemkid: *comes home after a night out with friends*

m&d: are you going to tell us where you were all night?

kid: *covering themselves up in a trench coat and sunglasses* uh, with friends.

m&d: what did you- wait what are you wearing?

kid: I'M- SPIDERMAN.

m&d: ...

kid: ....

m&d: well Spiderman, we're going to have a discussion tomorrow about your swinging route on the way home tonight. go to bed.

me covering up my neck area the second any "skin" is exposed, I'm hiding my binder from my family:

Me, making the anxiety of hiding this from them for now until I'm ready to show even my mom to let her know what's up, internally: I AM SPIDERMAN

Reblog if you're asexual and tired

I feel like I didn't come into the world screaming. My sibling was born angry and loud, the world wasn't ready for them, but I don't hear the same story about myself, just that I came out with hair and fingernails, that I wasn't ready to come into the world yet. I'm quiet, not nimble, but quiet. I scare people when they don't hear my footsteps, I always need to raise my voice to be heard, but it doesn't make me feel safe. I can't shout when I'm scared, I can't scream when my emotions bottle up, I physically can't talk to anyone because the words hurt to say. I hate that everything is quiet. I love music. I listen to screaming sometimes. But I hate being overwhelmed with the sound of people. People are volatile. People are angry. I'm never angry, not if I'm hidden away. But then I have to leave my safe space, and it's not just the normal bad parts of the world I become afraid of. Sometimes you know you're safe, but people act like they will betray that trust you have for them. Then had for them. But they're everything. You have to have hope they won't do this again, as long as you stay in line. You can't bring this up again. You have to be quiet again. But my thoughts are never quiet. But that's just my problem, then.

I remember you. You're someone I have to forget.

(I've missed you. I've loved you.)

I fucked me over with seeing an edit of that scene of Reid crying in later seasons (the worst one of the ones I believes) and I gunned it to scroll away, proceeded to have an emotional crisis to Dynamight by BTS on loop for three times straight (pan).