We have one day left before they addressed wether to pass the KOSA bill or not, you think this wouldn't be a problem but It is, they're going to violate the 1st amendment, not just to the children but to the adults as well, including but not limited to the people who are fighting for Palestines rights, and I don't mean we simply won't be able to fight for their rights, though thats bad enough, I mean we're going to be targeted by the government If this bill comes to fruition, If you actually care for us and the lives of the innocent PLEASE call your representatives and your senators, and PLEASE sign a petition against KOSA, I BEG OF YOU, PLEASE HELP US!

dear parents,

Please stop/don't tell your kids that "one day they will want *insert cishet, allosexual narrative*". I was gonna go into detail but I don't think I need to, this is pretty straightforward hopefully.

12yro me obsessed with eroticism in poetry after Portuguese classes about poetry: *writes an erotic poem about women for my Portuguese homework*

My teacher:

My mum seeing it after: Me:

#andtheywerecousins (serving v much Achilles and Patroclus)

So, I was supposed to jus find this on my own? Well, lucky for you lot my algorithm came through and now I’m sharing! It’s actually really good, has me interested in the play now.

Happy Easter from little f@g me back when I was a kid!

I know that it is only me, but I want suck on his dick like a baby with a pacifier because I have been bad boy this year boy so far. If you what I mean 😈

Seungmin in a loose t-shirt >>>

“That’s it! Get the hell out of here kids! I AINT GIVING YOU A FLAMETHROWER!”

A cool artwork I’m working on…

Tumblr is the place where all the mentally ill gay kids live together. You can’t escape the fan girls or the shitposts. You live here now, you are one of us

Happy Pride Month!!! Have some Gay Witches!

Hi I’ve never made a post like this, but I just had the craziest conversation with my mother and so much of my life makes sense now. I’m not looking for sympathy or advice, I really just want to get this out. Fair warning in advance for use of slurs, and I will be talking about school related trauma.

For those of you that don’t know me, hi you can call me Marx. I grew up in the early 2000s and was raised by my two lesbian mothers. One biological, and another who’s out of the picture, but that’s a story for another day.

I’ve had always struggled a lot in school, but I’ve always felt an imposter when talking about them in the context of mental health. I can barely remember anything from Pre-K up to 3rd grade, so I always felt like I had no room to talk if I could remember it. But today I was talking to my biological Mom, who I will simply refer to as my Mom from here on out because she’s always been my major maternal figure, and somehow we got onto the topic of my childhood and hometown. Jesus Christ, the way the people in my home town treated me was just straight up evil.

In Pre-K, literally my first teacher was this bitter old woman, who had a reputation for selecting one boy each year and just absolutely breaking them. Apparently, I walked up to her on the first day with no fear and held her hand. She made some snide remark about how brave a little boy I was while we walked inside. Later that day I got up to go to the bathroom, and she just hollered at me to sit down for getting up without permission. I was so scared that I wet myself right there and then in front of the whole class and everyone started laughing at me. From that day forward she would fucking separate me from the rest of the class, literally would stop them from talking to me, and that town was so backwards and hateful that they basically encouraged it.

Sadly it didn’t stop with her. Even after I left her class, that reputation of being a punching bag stuck with me, and was only amplified by their homophobic parents. Evidently, the mere presence of my openly gay mothers was enough justification for them to treat me like the fucking bogeyman.

Deadass my “best friend” at the time, who my mother drove to school every morning refused to talk to me at school. He would just straight up hide from me because he knew better than to be associated with me.

I had friends’ parents who would send me home from their house when other kids came over, because God forbid the other moms of the PTA saw you associating with the two d*kes and their weird little f*ggot boy tyke.

Even during the holidays, when the class moms organized a gift exchange, they deliberately went out of their way to exclude me and refused to get me a gift. And later that day, a girl from my class had to drag her mom out to get me a gift because her father refused to give her the money for it.

So much of my life makes sense now, to this day I feel genuine fear every time I have to talk to an authority figure. It’s like a survival instinct, literally fight or flight. I feel like I have to protect myself from them. And I always used to feel like it was because I was just paranoid, now I know it was because I was genuinely fucking traumatized as a kid.

It actually feels really good to have those feelings validated. It wasn’t just me.

Anyways, thank you for reading if you made it this far. I have to go now and do 50 drawings of a bag of flour kicking a ball, but when I get home I’ll be make edits to fix the formatting if need be.

How fun but yah I had a really fun birthday party but my b day is tomorrow and I can wait idk not as exiteding as it was when I was 4 and no I'm not 41 I'm turning 14 my dad was just joking

I had fun and agin I'm not 41 I'm 14

Look at me I'm having so much fun

Depending on how you see the following plan I would either be an amazing parent or a horrible one

Basically the plan is if my child comes out to me as gay or lesbian anytime they do anything or talk about doing something I’ll always be like “that’s gay” and then I’ll think it’s the funniest thing either

i remember seeing this one post but i cant find it but it was “why can’t weighted blankets be any color but depression gray” and why can’t they like get jazzy with it add like a plant pattern or bees or something heck even pride themed blankets for all the sad gay people who want to feel comforted at night (aka me) put some tv show logos on it add memes to it make it more gen z relatable less im 30 starting a mid life crisis everything must be muted shades of gray