Happy Lesbian Visibility Week to ALL Lesbians!
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Lesbian Visibility Week includes:
Agender lesbians (me!) 🖤🩶🤍💚🤍🩶🖤
Asexual lesbians (also me!) 🖤🩶🤍💜
Trans lesbians 🩵💗🤍💗🩵
Aromantic lesbians 💚🤍🩶🖤
Nonbinary lesbians 💛🤍💜🖤
Genderfluid lesbians 🩷🤍💜🖤💙
Intersex lesbians 💛💛💜💛💛
Genderqueer lesbians 💜🤍💚
POC lesbians 🖤🤎❤️🧡💛💚💙💜
Aroace lesbians 🧡💛🤍🩵💙
Butch lesbians ❤️🧡🤍💛🤎
Femme lesbians 💜💜🤍💗🩷
and many, many more!
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It’s lesbian visibility week. In general, I haven’t been very visible lately on this blog because my Dad died (fuck cancer).
Warning: Long post. TLDR - my Dad was a great Dad and a good man.
Prior to that, I was spending a lot of time with him and Mom, helping as best I could. And afterwards, spending time with Mom getting everything done that needs done.
The Hot Wife has been at home, keeping everything going there and providing a lot of love and support.
My Dad was from the Silent Generation (the one before the Boomers). Unlike most people his age, he never stopped learning, growing, and adapting to the changing times. He believed in equity and justice not because he was “woke,” but because it is the right thing to do and he participated in civil rights protests in the 60s.
He taught me how to throw a ball and was always up for a game of catch.
He shared his love of folk music, classical music, science fiction, existentialism, art, and weird cult/art house/foreign films with me.
When I came out, he apologized for the times when he and Mom told me to act more like a girl, while encouraging me to be myself and grow up as a tomboy. He would buy fireworks for me and martial art supplies so my bff and I could terrorize the neighborhood in our ninja suits every summer night and a few other nights too.
He always bought boxes of candy for Mom, Seester, me, and my girlfriend on Valentine’s Day.
He randomly showed up at the Baltimore Gay Pride Festival one year (the year I wore my fav t-shirt that said “let go of my ears, I know what I’m doing”), and for many years after we went to Pride together.
We gossiped about our celebrity crushes together.
He refused to take my Mom shopping at Hobby Lobby and refused to eat at Chick-Fil-A.
He was so happy when I married the Hot Wife and he loved her too.
I didn’t know this until I cleaned out his desk - he had been donating to the Human Rights Campaign Fund for years and he had a few different clippings from magazines and downloads from the internet about how to challenge transphobes.
I didn’t just lose my Dad, we all lost an LGBTQ+ ally, a voting Democrat, and an example of non-toxic masculinity.
Good-by, Dad. Easter pizza dinner won’t be the same without you.
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