I don’t chase people anymore. I learned that I’m here, and I’m important. I’m not going to run after people to prove that I matter.
(via laurenraelle)

flammable-femme:

Your feminism isn’t worth shit if it doesn’t defend trans women

You Are Not Alone; Or, Why Queer Representation In YA Books Is Vital

gardenofthegoddess:

“Kelly is bi.”

I heard the comment even though it wasn’t said to me. The words came through as clear as if someone had yelled my name.

“Really?” I turned around and asked Jeremy, the guy who had made the remark. Him and I had only spoken a handful of times, and though I wasn’t part of his current conversation, his statement had piqued my interest.

He looked at me slightly confused. I blushed when I realized I had inadvertently butted into a private conversation.

“Yeah,” he said, his voice dripping with annoyance. He turned back to his friend.

I blushed again when I realized that my enthusiastic response could make him wonder about me. Did he now think I was into girls? Would he start talking about me? Spread rumors about me? My thoughts turned from Jeremy and the huge social fall out that could follow and landed back on Kelly. Whatever Jeremy thought or would say about me in the future didn’t matter. All of that fell away and only one thing mattered. There was someone else out there like me. Kelly and I had one class together, but had never spoken. We knew who each other was, but we had different friends and lives. She was quirky and athletic. I was shy and bookish. I didn’t care. It suddenly became imperative that I talk to her.

~*~

I wrote that as if it were a piece of fiction, but really it’s a memory from my high school days. In the high school I attended for Freshman and Sophomore year (the one where this memory took place) there were no out kids. In fact I didn’t even know if there were any gay kids–if there were they stayed closeted. It was in my Freshman year that I really started noticing that I might be gay. I had known for years that I was different–my friends all had massive crushes on guys and they loved to share pictures or talk about how dreamy they looked. When we’d go to movies we’d spend the rest of the night talking about the male lead. But…I was never interested in that. My very first “crush” (as much as that can be called a crush) on the kindergarten playground was on my best friend, Carrie. We’d play house and we were always wife and wife…though without the labels. (Back then we really didn’t label anything.) When I hit my teenage years I was always paying more attention to the girls in movies, or the female cheerleaders than the captain of the football team. Because I grew up in an extremely conservative house and family I never even heard the word lesbian until junior high. I still remember racing home and looking it up in a dictionary. When I read that definition I denied it applied to me, though I knew deep down that it did. But since no one around me liked people of the same gender, I hid it. I was ashamed of it and terrified it would get me bullied even more (I had already had years of bullying for having an overbite).

In the midst of the wondering and the watching other girls a light broke through. There was someone else out there like me. It wasn’t a far fetched idea. It wasn’t something from mythology that had been long dead and I was the first and only in a long line of straight people. Someone else existed in my town, in my school, that was attracted to other girls.

Of course what I overheard had been gossip that could have not been true, but in that moment it didn’t matter at all. Someone existed that could relate to what I was going through. The simple possibility of that was enough. Even without speaking to Kelly I already felt not so alone, and that was one of the best feelings in the world.

My own shyness and social awkwardness kept me from ever actually speaking to Kelly. Besides, what would I say “hey I heard you were into girls?” That sounds like the worst pick up line in a long line of bad pick up lines. Especially when all I really wanted was to be her friend. I wasn’t looking for a relationship–with anyone–at the time.

So instead I turned my attentions to music and movies and books. Movies held no queer representation whatsoever. (This was back before Netflix and streaming movies on the internet. If it wasn’t in the theatre or findable on a Blockbuster shelf, you couldn’t watch it.) At the time, the genre of music I listened to had no queer artists either. My last hope was books–that thing that I held most sacred. I headed for Barnes’n’Noble and my school library hoping to find something. Nothing. Every book I picked up featured a straight protagonist. I always went home with a book. I was never not reading–or if my nose wasn’t buried in a book my hand was moving across the page as I wrote my own.

I hated it. I wanted desperately to find myself in the books I was reading. Books–more than music or movies–transported me to another place where magical things could happen. Though they weren’t accurate depictions of Pagans, I was able to find magical beings in books that cast spells and worshipped deities that weren’t the Christian God. Yet I wasn’t able to find girls that love other girls. That was heartbreaking, to me. I wanted to read about girls like me, that were going through my same struggles. I wanted to see how they handled it, what happened when they admitted to the girl that they’d been crushing on that they did like her. Straight people had these stories. I didn’t.

So I started creating them. I lived vicariously through my queer characters. I wrote stories where girls had to deal with tests and practice and the trials of everyday life all while falling in love with other girls. Writing those stories felt great and they allowed me to process a lot of things. And when I went back to reread them I felt not quite so alone. If I can make even one person feel not so alone with my stories, or like they can find their Happily Ever After, or that magic can be found and is waiting out there for you then I’ll be ecstatic. We read stories to go on grand adventures, but also to find others that we can relate to. If I had had more queer stories as a teenager they would’ve helped me so much. I don’t ever want someone to feel as alone as I did. I want queer kids to have the stories they desperately need and crave.

Rescued–my YA Lesbian Paranormal Romance about finding love when it’s completely unexpected and how it can heal you–is FREE on Smashwords in celebration of Pride Month and queer kids everywhere. I have also posted a few FREE lesbian stories here on my blog. I hope you enjoy them all. <3

do-not-touch-my-food:

Buffalo Falafel Pitas with Garlic Blue Cheese Fries and Ranch Tzatziki
Lookporn:

Pornographic Picture.

j0ye:

ellescarred:

little-miss-fats:

source: robot-hugs

has anyone posted this yet? I love it! 

This was perfect

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worldofthecutestcuties:


Someone at the Wisconsin Humane Society is really good at naming cats.

worldofthecutestcuties:

Someone at the Wisconsin Humane Society is really good at naming cats.

sorayachemaly:

This should be posted in school hallways.

sorayachemaly:

This should be posted in school hallways.

etonburma:

vivaillajams:

golexgo:

fattytantan:

sirdexrjones:

The photography of Dexter R. Jones
Like the celebrity, the Black female form is built up by society only to be destroyed. Like the genius, she is exalted only to be condemned and misunderstood. They pay top dollar to experience her glory, then diminish her value. This fact alone is enough to assure me that She is something extraordinary. She is feared like God.
- Dexter R. Jones
IG: sirdexrjones

 I <3 this guys photography and vision

Aww it feels so good to see my homies get the love and recognition they deserve! 😍😍 go head boo!

Yes!!!! loveee

Like the celebrity, the Black female form is built up by society only to be destroyed. Like the genius, she is exalted only to be condemned and misunderstood. They pay top dollar to experience her glory, then diminish her value. This fact alone is enough to assure me that She is something extraordinary. She is feared like God.

Hopefully I get to work with him soon!!

*why i love photography*

kisskicker:

gryphontarot:

The Gryphon Tarot (c) Bailiwick 2011-2014.

The Gryphon Tarot has its own tumblr now! Art by Bailiwick/Daybreakboys. I want to reblog them all but I don’t want to spam you but I’m probably going to reblog them all.

MY GIRLFRIEND has been working on this for a long time AND IT’S GOOD, so GIVE IT A WATCH. CAPS LOCK.

I learned to trust no one.
appropriationofthekimono:

who am I

weed-plnts:

thatfunnyblog:

IM IN LOVE

Does she moo or woof