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this is so funny.

when i call myself queer, i don't mean queer as in watered down to fit cishet tastes, i mean:

queer as in not your token gay or your gay best friend,

queer as in more bite than bark and proudly so,

queer as in the only thing you need to know about is the pepper pray and switchblade in my pocket from years of fear of the streets at night,

queer as in loud and proud and shouting out fuck you.

my identity is not water color so diluted you'd never know it's there without being told, my identity is spray paint on city walls that makes you wonder how it got there,

my identity is drag shows and men kissing men with passion,

my identity is not going to taste sweet in your mouth,

my identity is sour and bitter and bites back harder.

i do not exist to fit within the confines of boxes drawn by the hands of cishet bigots dreaming of crossing out my life, i exist at riots and rallies and pride parades along side allies; i exist in strength and pride earned by bricks thrown and i will not be silenced:

my trans body deserves to occupy space in any situation and my gay heart deserves to beat without fear.

just heard the most beautiful sentence at work

ra ra rasputin something something sour cream

there's a specific subset of fans who headcanon pete to have curtwen grandparents and while i see the vision it's a little funny like yeah my grandpa invented the computer my other grandpa is a world-famous spy who tried to stop him from doing that and almost killed him they've been married ever since. my dad sells women's shoes

i need to look like a man so i can dress like a woman

sorry the first one is soo. hadestown. how am i supposed to be normal about this

“you came” “you called” vs. “you called my name” “you came”

don’t fckung. do this to me. everything hurts.

If i drew enough reunion hugs in preparation, one of them had to be accurate! (4 of 6 is pretty good!)

The darkness will spare my soul.