Reading More Books About Middle Aged Victorian Homosexuals To Distract Myself From The Economic State

Ice cold takes from a Transgender Woman:

Not all Men are evil

Everyone has the capacity for evil

Transgender Men are men

Transgender Women are women

Excluding Cisgender Men from your spaces requires Transgender Men to out themselves if they want to engage (Same for Women)

Anyone can be Non-Binary, there is no "look" or requirement

Non-binary masculine presenting people should be welcome in queer spaces, many are just treated as men and predators

Non-binary feminine presenting people should be welcome in queer spaces without being seen as "Woman-Lite"

i knew it looked familiar

I know most people don't care about anything unless it has to do with the U.S. but can we please start talking about the Canadian election.

Please don't vote for Poilievre. He's basically the Canadian Trump and plans to put in place laws that harm trans youth, and lots of other shit.

Please vote istg this is the only way anything will get better. Poilievre has been kissing millionaires and billionaires asses. He'll make life even harder, and he loves Trump.

Reblogs are appreciated, especially if you aren't Canadian.

Thots on the Pope

So the pope has thots now

*me at the club* so does anyone wanna discuss queer undertones in classic literature?

It's not just erasure of queer characters. It's disrespect of Wilde's memory in the worst way. Oscar Wilde went to JAIL for being gay and his book was used as evidence against him. This was his only novel and they censored it to make it less queer even back then.

This is a crime.

Anyway boycott the modern adaptation of Dorian Gray.

Dorian sat down and let the long, gossamer dressing gown fall from his shoulders, revealing a lithe, youthful body, accentuated by a lacy chemise and bloomers, with a corset that clung to his narrow waist.

Basil felt the vines tighten around his lungs even as his heart hammered at the sight. The perfect, boyish face framed by Grecian curls, the white lace chemise tight against his flat chest, pulled even closer by the corset. Innocence and devilry intertwined in the boy who meant so much to him that he could never speak its name. Basil choked on the unspoken words and into his handkerchief fell a pair of blood red rose petals.

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these two are out of control