Sometimes I feel like this is my life. People are just hiding around watching me or something.
LOL perfect hiding
these two are…. kind of bromance?
too close as friends, but not lovers.
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I usually hate street performers.
Unless they’re good.
Like this guy.
(Source: mahaldaddy)
yay, educating people
- Me and Roommate: *have a conversation and use the phrase "alphabet soup."*
- Friend: What do you mean by alphabet soup?
- Me: Oh, I was referencing how many letters you need in the Queer initialism in order to include everyone.
- Friend: Isn't it just LGBT?
- Me: That's the most common shortening, but if we wanted to include everyone it could be LGBTTTQQIAA.
- Friend: What? Why three Ts?
- Roommate: Transgender, Transsexual and Transvestite.
- Friend: They're not the same?
- Me: No.
- Friend: Okay, why not?
- Me: Transgender is when your genitals and your gender identity don't match up. Like your body is male, but you feel like a woman. Transsexual generally indicates some sort of physical transition, like if you've started taking hormones, or living and dressing as your identified gender, or if you've had surgery.
- Friend: Okay.
- Roommate: And 'Transvestite" just means you like wearing clothes of the other sex or gender. 'vest' being Latin for clothing.
- Friend: Okay, why the two Qs?
- Me: Queer and Questioning.
- Friend: Isn't Queer an insult?
- Me: It can be, if it's used as one, but it's also an umbrella term for all non heteronormative sexualities and gender identities.
- Friend: Okay. *looks like she's starting to get it* What;s that word you just used?
- Me: "Heteronormative." It basically means "average people" *finger quotes* based on an assumption that the majority of people are straight, and fit into male/female gender roles. The archetype of the housewife with her breadwinner husband is a heteronormative archetype.
- Friend: Okay! *nodding* What were the other letters?
- Roommate: LGBTTTQQIAA
- Friend: What's the I stand for?
- Me: Intersex.
- Friend: What's that?
- Roommate: Ambiguous sex. Like when babies are born and they're not sure if they're male or female, or if they have traits of both.
- Friend: Isn't that hermaphrodite?
- Me: Hermaphrodite is the word you use for plants and animals, it's rude to use it for a person. The human term is "intersex."
- Friend: Okay. What are the two As for?
- Me: Asexual and Ally.
- Friend: Can people BE asexual? Isn't that when, like, single-celled organisms reproduce by breaking in half?
- Me: In humans, we use the word "asexual" for people who don't like having sex, don't want to have sex, and/or don't experience sexual attraction or arousal. You can still fall in love, you just don't usually want to have sex, you know?
- Friend: I think so. I didn't know there were so many letters.
- Roommate: I don't think there should be so many labels.
- Friend: What do you think it should be?
- Roommate: Human.
- Me: *high-fives roommate*
- Friend: But don't we need labels?
- Me: Why?
- Friend: So we know what people are?
- Me: Why do we need to? Why does it really matter? Does all that stuff REALLY make us different in the long run?
- Friend: Not really.
- (We left out pan, because we were already dumping a lot of info on her, and the one time she'd previously heard the term pan she'd flipped out and insisted it must include animals. We also left out non-binary gender identification during that conversation. Interestingly, the term genderqueer came up a few hours later and she thought it was interesting)
This is what our teacher taught us on the last day of French class. Did I mention she’s awesome?
j’ai oublier connasse XD
I like how there is one simple word for ‘one who likes to be fucked in the ass’
Ah, the French language; even their crass insults roll so sweetly off the tongue.
… what timing
LUSHIE-POO LOOK
Our delightful language. PUTAIN !
They should add that “putain” is a normal way to start/end a sentence.
“putain” in France is the equivalent of your fuck and all its uses
(Source: itsadamparker, via inklou)
This is what our teacher taught us on the last day of French class. Did I mention she’s awesome?
j’ai oublier connasse XD
I like how there is one simple word for ‘one who likes to be fucked in the ass’
Ah, the French language; even their crass insults roll so sweetly off the tongue.
… what timing
LUSHIE-POO LOOK
Our delightful language. PUTAIN !
They should add that “putain” is a normal way to start/end a sentence.
“putain” in France is the equivalent of your fuck and all its uses
(Source: itsadamparker, via inklou)
finally finished!!! this took a lot longer than expected
hope you enjoy! hehehe
Ashes
The night I was torn from the pages of their Bible
and burned alive
my ashes came down like snow
and a girl who had never seen my face
saw me falling from the sky
and laid down on her back to make an angel
in the powder of my bonesFrom heaven, I watched her,
‘though my eyes were still flame
and my ribs were still blue,
they didn’t win, I whispered
as her arms built my wings
they didn’t winLook at that moon
it is a pebble in my hand
tonight, I could skip it across that fog-drunk sea
to the lashes accordion in the night
and all they know of hate
is that it couldn’t beat the love out of me
that when they dropped me to the grave,
I fell like a bucket in to a well
and came up full;
carving my lover’s name in to the skin of a weeping willow
that had spent its entire life laughing at the rainHold me like a lantern;
staircase my spine
When they bring the children to my funeral
to scream faggot at my dust
tell them
I was born in to their casket
but I wouldn’t pull the splinters from my heart
any more than Christ
would’ve pulled the thorns from his crimson headThey can come a thousand times
with their burning match
and their gasoline
with their hungry laws
and their empty mouths
full of prayers
to that God that greeted me at his gates
with his throat full of trumpets
and his tears full of shame
as his trembling palms
collected the cinder of his children’s crimeI know what Holy is
I know that the soul is shaped like a bowl;
I know the lies we try to fill it with
and we spill too often the orchards inside
but my lover’s shoes were tied with guitar strings
and when I walked beside
there was a silo in my chest;
there was a field full of sun;
there was a river full of gold
that we left
to pick our sweet hearts from the trees
that kept uprooting tombstones
so the names of the dead
would crumble in to poemsWrite me down like this:
say my ashes never made the news;
say the jury was full of shotguns
and say the snow that fell on the tip of your tongue
refused to melt away
say this
to the kids hiding their heart beats
from their father’s fists
I planted the garden of my kiss;
I opened the night with my teeth;
I loved so hard that when they pressed their ear to the track,
the train they hear coming will still be my chest -
a rumbling harpoon; a sky they can not buryLook at that moon
I am a pebble in her hand;
a harmonica held to the mouth of the river where
nothing
ever
burns
