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diskorra · 5 years
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im at this blog now, sorry for the confusion
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diskorra · 5 years
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You can’t be lesbian if you’re “”””nonbinary””””. That is all. Goodnight.
this is so funny to me 
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diskorra · 5 years
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@afab-bitch I don’t know for sure, but I think @lgbtpnflags is accusing you of being a TERF. which is awkward, because you’re a nonbinary trans man. 
@disasterbisexual sorry, I tried to tell op the truth :/
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diskorra · 6 years
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hey can you maybe make an asexual deku icon? thank you
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Here you go!
Free to use, just reblog!
Icon requests are open!
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diskorra · 6 years
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“I’ve always headcanoned Deku as asexual!!!” ~Anoymous
Featuring asexual Deku icons requested by multiple anons!
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diskorra · 6 years
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A bunch of asexual Izuku and Mirio icons for @bambie-lesbian!
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diskorra · 6 years
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half lesbian
full bitch
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diskorra · 6 years
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asshole: haha so what you think you're oppressed for being a virgin
me, a survivor who takes no shit: no, but my fist is about to oppress your face
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diskorra · 6 years
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so much for having faith in the victim, anon
I say "I swear I didnt do anything" a lot not because im guilty but because my abusive parents would often accuse me of horrible things I didnt do. So whenever someone accuses me of doing horrible things? I get panicky. I get upset. I start doing everything and anything I can to try to desperately clear my name and the entire time I'm thinking "no not again please not again I've been good this time I swear I've been good I swear please don't hurt me". A lot of "tells" of lying are abuse symptoms
okay, that’s understandable. I do that sometimes too. 
but you know what I don’t do? 
accuse people of abusing me when they explain to me that I hurt them. 
know what I also don’t do? 
come up with piss poor excuses to try and discredit the claim of a potential victim. 
I hope that’s not at all what you’re trying to do right now. 
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diskorra · 6 years
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anyways i dont wanna see m*lanie m*rtinez on my dash ever again because she is literally a fucking rapist
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diskorra · 6 years
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did you or didn’t you send your ex those texts yourself? 
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you were saying, op? 
okay everyone, it’s time to clear some stuff up
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Alright. So as many of you may know, this post has been going around: 
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Now, I saw this and I was super confused because–I had no idea who would call me an abuser or why. So I contacted @callmegoddess618 to see if it was a misunderstanding:
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So after a lot of back-and-forth, she told me who had brought this up:
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I was super confused, because like–my ex and I were on pretty decent terms last time I checked. I asked a friend of mine to text her and ask what was going on–I knew it probably wasn’t actually her, because there was no way she’d make those kinds of claims.
He asked her what happened between us, sent some screenshots
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I’ll drop in here and say it wasn’t exactly the most tactful way of approaching the situation, but my friend was stressed and I was stressed and that’s just how it be sometimes.
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Anyway so my friend sent me these screenshots–I’m pretty confident that it should be enough to prove I’m not an abuser. @callmegoddess618 I’m gonna say it again–I’m not an abuser, I swear. In fact, my ex even SAID it wasn’t her saying those things, and that it was someone else pretending to be her.
Look, the idea of someone PRETENDING to be a person so close to me and also paint me as an abuser is–really upsetting? I’m sure you understand that. I swear to God, I didn’t do anything 
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diskorra · 6 years
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why are y’all always so condescending lol
“sapphic is still an identity that is exclusive of all kinds of manhood” bhhbthbyyenunjurrnu i guess butch is invalid then.
TBFH. As if hatred of butches wasn’t already extremely prevalent in this community. Comments like that ~definitely~ make me feel safer and more secure with my identity.
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diskorra · 6 years
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men can’t. but guess what? nonbinary people can be aligned with more than one gender. so maybe not lesbians, but I don’t see why they shouldn’t ever be able to call themselves sapphic? 
friendly reminder to hit that unfollow button if you think men/male-aligned enbies can be sapphic or that butches are in any way comparable to men :) 
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diskorra · 6 years
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okay i don't wanna be rude about this but how can u be sapphic if ur not a woman or woman-aligned??
so what you’re saying is, when I tell you I’m a lesbian, you’re not gonna take my word for it because I’m agender? 
do I seriously have to call myself woman-aligned or say “I have a complicated relationship with my gender but I know it’s partially attached to womanhood and I’m definitely attracted to girls” for you to decide it’s okay for me to identify as sapphic? 
because that’s absolutely bullshit. if you really care about nonbinary lesbians, don’t force us to identify in a way that’s easier for you to understand because you’re scared we’ll lie about being wlw in order to infiltrate safe spaces. we understand ourselves better than you ever will.
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diskorra · 6 years
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im a lesbian and not woman-aligned and you can eat my hairy dyke ass 
your sapphic post was good until you implied men can be sapphic like.. do some reflection on that one maybe
where did I imply that lmao 
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diskorra · 6 years
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I want to address some of the accusations laid against my ex (@scarred-and-purrfect) on tumblr, and hopefully I’ll be able to clear things up for everyone involved.
I lied in those texts. I was scared of who might be behind them and what they would do with the information I gave them. 
Yes, she did hurt me. Some of the things she did to me were unforgivable, and that is an objective fact. I don’t have any proof of the following claims. It’s my word against hers. But I ask that you keep an open mind, and try to understand that the only reason I’m making this statement publicly is because my side of the story currently has no credibility. 
To my ex:
You say you did everything you could to make me feel safe and comfortable, yet somehow it seemed more like you did things to reassure yourself, going through the motions so I wouldn’t have an excuse for saying I felt uncomfortable.
How do you think I felt after the first couple times I stepped into your room, a reflection of the messy state of your mind, when I told you I was grateful that you felt comfortable enough to show it to me, and you locked the door behind me? Do you know what I felt when you moved the bedpost to block the door frame so that even if someone on the other side tried their hardest, they wouldn’t be able to get through? Could you see it on my face that an icy fist was closed around my heart, slowly squeezing the warmth from my body as you stared at me expectantly, waiting for me to undress myself after you told your parents we’d watch a movie on your laptop instead?
Maybe not. Maybe you really didn’t know I was uncomfortable then, or how much I still think about it now that we’re not together. I can’t blame you for a miscommunication, it takes two to reach an understanding. But the thing is, there were other times when I flat out told you I was uncomfortable, scared, or tired and you didn’t seem to think that was a reasonable answer. At my house, we don’t lock doors, we hardly even close them. We both knew if we so much as made a sound, my parents would come upstairs to investigate, and I would never see you again if they found our clothes on the chair next to my bed. The thought of that was enough to give me panic attacks.
But instead of being understanding and patient with me, you turned on your persuasive charm and took every opportunity to slip past my defenses in order to convince me to do those things with you anyway, even at the risk of being caught. No, begging someone for intimacy until they feel guilty enough to give it to you isn’t consent. And there were some times that I felt comfortable enough around you, but every single moment we had alone together was spoiled by your selfish words and previous actions.
What I find the most painful part of all this is when you were asked point blank if you thought you had ever mistreated me, you didn’t remember the night I confessed to you that I was only doing this to make you happy, and felt like you would leave me if I didn’t meet your expectations. You were quiet for a long time, then told me you were sorry and that you were upset I had pressured myself into doing things I wasn’t comfortable with.
That was the first and last time we talked about it. From then on, you behaved like nothing had ever happened, like you never promised me you would stop at the slightest hint that I was uncomfortable.
Do you remember the first time we did something together? I gripped your arm until my knuckles turned white and my bones ached, but you just smiled at me and continued. You asked me once if I was okay and I said yes before I even had time to react, out of fear that you’d walk out of my life if I ever said no. And in the end, you proved me right.
I don’t understand how such an accepting person could be so supportive of all my identities, and then turn around and make my comfort zone about your insecurities. I gave you time, emotional labor, and more of the benefit of the doubt than you deserved, and you ripped my heart out of my chest, tore it into pieces, and crushed them into the dirt along with the last shred of pride left in me.
You know the time I spent with you left me scarred, and if there’s an ounce of humanity in your heart, you’ll understand why I never want to see your face again.
 - M
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diskorra · 6 years
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um. chill? 
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