Dressing As A Character That Gives Me Gender Envy For Halloween Makes Me Feel So Powerful!

i really hate coming out but still want my extended family to know, so my mother took it upon herself to invent the game “guess which one of my kids is gay.”

the rules are simple.

sit down with uncle so-and-so

he says something about gay people in passing

my mom says “there’s a gay person at this table right now. guess which of my kids it is!

he looks frantically between the three of us trying to figure out if she’s joking or not and trying desperately not to offend anyone but also she won’t continue with the conversation unless he makes a guess so he has to make a guess

we all enjoy his discomfort immensely

Tumblr isn't giving us back the boops for ides of march so I will do it myself.

Get your boops everyone!!!

I just put these together real quick feel free to use them.

ppl in the age of cell phones: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of books: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of textile art: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of picking lice: fucking up their necks

ppl in the age of cooking: fucking up their necks

Found that over at mastodon

I hate how certain acts of affection are seen as inherently romantic, when it’d be lovely to do these things just for a friend. Why can’t I give my friends flowers platonically? Maybe I walked past a flower that I know they love the smell of and picked it off the bush so they could have it. Forcing these acts into being strictly romantic severely limits them, does it not?

I’m currently rewatching Nana (I read and watched it last when I was around 14), and it is sooo much gayer than I remembered!

To be fair, I also thought I was a straight girl at that time, so it actually makes a lot of sense. But if someone just taught Nana and Hatchi about comphet, they could realise they are actually totally in love, and get their deserved happy ending!

"youd do numbers on tumblr" girl i am on tumblr and the numbers? 4

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New death myth: the bus that carries you to the great beyond

Every spring I am reminded that my seasonal depression really does become a lot milder as soon as the weather gets a bit warmer and I start to see the sun on my commute to school